Ten thousand people have ten thousand mouths. While they may outwardly profess strict rules, gossip behind people's backs is inevitable. However, General Zhou was simply too unlucky, as His Majesty overheard him.
Wang Fu felt a pang of sympathy for Zhou Hu.
That's really tragic.
Ji Yan's figure was hidden in the shadows of the trees. Apart from her long, straight legs and the gold roses embroidered on them, Wang Fu could not see anything else, nor could he see His Majesty's expression.
After a long pause, that familiar, cold voice slowly rang out, "Go, have Zhou Hu find a dog. If he can't beat that girl, I'll unleash the dog to bite his head."
Wang Fu responded and withdrew.
Ji Yan called out to him again, "Wait, go and get my Xuanbing Spear first."
...
Chen Bao stared at Shen Jiao for a long time before solemnly speaking: "Miss Shen, on behalf of my bunch of blockheads, I sincerely invite you to come and be a martial arts instructor?"
No way! Langya Pass is so hot and humid in June, July, August, and September. Her hair has already suffered a lot of damage, and she doesn't want to get heat rash all over her body.
Sigh, it's so hard to be a beautiful woman.
Despite her thoughts, Shen Jiao firmly refused, saying, "That won't do. How can I be a disciple of the church and let my master starve to death? That's such an immoral and unrighteous thing. General Chen, please don't try to persuade me anymore. I'm not that kind of person, okay?"
Chen Bao was so moved that he burst into tears, unaware of his own shortcomings. He asked, "Who else? Who else has such a broad vision and such consideration for their teacher?"
He was extremely sincere, "Miss Shen, it is the greatest honor for me, Chen, to be your teacher in this lifetime."
Shen Jiao also pretended to be teary-eyed, "Me too, me too."
Chen Bao's words were indeed heartfelt, not just official statements; the matter dates back to half an hour earlier.
In order to defend the last bit of dignity that the martial arts master, a talented athlete, had left, he first performed a set of smooth and flowing spear techniques. Since Shen Jiao did not need to fight on the front lines, he reduced and adjusted many of the violent attacks.
But perhaps because he had dealt with dead people since he could remember, the techniques he learned were either how to kill enemies quickly or how to kill them ruthlessly. His modified marksmanship seemed somewhat haphazard and flashy, to the point that when Shen Jiao used it, it was even more of a strange mix, inexplicably comical.
Chen Bao could only hear the sound of dignity shattering: "It's over, my monthly salary is going to be docked."
Shen Jiao pursed her lips, finding no way to criticize the adaptation of straight men's aesthetics, and comforted them, "Actually, there's nothing to be sad about. You have to hand over your monthly salary every month anyway, right?"
"Then I won't be able to hide any money this month."
"..."
The two of them sighed in unison.
Chen Bao: I'm so annoyed, I'll have to eat fewer bowls of hot and sour noodles again.
Shen Jiao: I'm so angry! Everyone else gets their wages deducted, but she doesn't.
Shen Jiao fell into deep self-doubt. Could her hair loss be due to not receiving a salary? Anyone would be driven to baldness by working without any reward, right?
This matter should be discussed with the tyrant.
"Miss Chen, why don't you practice on your own first?" Without the lure of money, Chen Bao gave up on himself and huddled in a corner drawing circles.
I can understand deducting a portion of my monthly salary, but the hot and sour noodles at the entrance of Dongmen Alley are really delicious.
"All right."
She practiced on her own, however she wanted. So, Shen Jiao smoothed out the awkward parts and corrected the disjointed moves. Like a diligent little bee with obsessive-compulsive disorder, she flew back and forth on the training ground.
Then, when Chen Bao rallied his forces, his ugly yet flavorful gun technique had returned after a makeover. He watched Shen Jiao perform it from beginning to end, opened his mouth, but was too shocked to utter a single word.
Is this really a human?
Isn't it like a deity descending to earth to experience the life of an ordinary person?
Chen Bao's gaze towards Shen Jiao changed repeatedly.
Heaven wasn't trying to undermine his confidence at all; it was crushing him with its strength. Leopard was suffering in silence.
"Miss Chen, for the sake of our barely coexisting teacher-student relationship, could you tell me how you managed to do it?"
Shen Jiao: "First of all, you need to be born into a good family."
It was too late, but Chen Bao refused to give up. "What else can we do?"
Shen Jiao spread her hands, "That's all, I just need to be born into a good family."
"Don't let the good stuff go to outsiders. Remember to wait for me when you're reincarnated next time." Chen Bao still wouldn't give up. If he couldn't be a genius in this life, he could be in the next.
"...Okay, but you can't die too late than me. I don't want to wait too long."
Chen Bao: "..."
But to be honest, Shen Jiao's martial arts skills are truly one in a million. It feels like if she could give him some pointers, many of the bottleneck problems that soldiers encounter could be easily solved. Although he sincerely invited Shen Jiao to be his martial arts instructor but was rejected, it doesn't matter. There's still a long way to go, and he won't give up!
As Shen Jiao mastered martial arts, the time allotted for her daily classes was reduced again and again. Shen Jiao said goodbye to Chen Bao with great enthusiasm and couldn't wait to go find Wang Fu to eat ice jelly.
Unexpectedly, before she could run two steps, a strong, bony hand grabbed her by the back of her neck and lifted her back to the training ground like a chick.
"His Majesty……"
Ji Yan's expression was indifferent. "Pick up your weapon. I want to test your learning progress."
The warm wind ruffled the tyrant's dark blue robes, which, combined with his flowing, ink-black hair, made him appear like a deadly ghost from hell.
Shen Jiao's throat was practically burning. "Your Majesty, studying requires a balance of work and rest. Could you allow me to have some ice jelly before I continue?"
The tyrant scoffed, "What's so good about that stuff? It tastes awful, don't eat it."
"..."
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