The Class's Teacher

In fact, because of its strong national power, social stability, strong collective organization, martial arts practice, and the protection of the Mohist Knight Guard, most members of the Crimson Eye Society were unwilling to take on missions in Su State Kingdom. They preferred to go to countries with weak government control and chaos, to stage the drama of "killing one person in ten steps, leaving no trace for a thousand miles. After the deed is done, he dusts off his clothes and leaves, hiding his identity and name."

Murder in the Su State is like stirring up a hornet's nest. Arrest warrants will be issued in no time, covering the entire country. If things get out of hand, they might even ask Spirit Transformation expert to help them find the murderer. The Mohist Knight Guard is recognized as the strongest martial arts organization in the world, and they love to teach these ignorant newcomers a lesson.

Qingyan was a fresh-faced newcomer, just starting out in the industry, and without any experienced mentors to guide her, which is why she foolishly accepted this task that everyone else would want to avoid.

"Sigh, it seems there's really no other way. I'm almost out of money, and I can't keep going like this. I have to take on a new mission. I have to give up on this one."

Qingyan sighed helplessly. Actually, it wasn't impossible for him to infiltrate the Mohist Knight Guard base, but the problem was how to escape. Once the target's body was discovered, he would be trapped deep in enemy territory and would have no chance of getting away.

He had no blood feud with Hongdou, and he wouldn't risk his life to kill her.

Killing for money is pointless; what's the point of making money if you're dead? Qingyan wouldn't do something so reckless.

At this moment, the Captain suddenly said, "Actually, it's not like there's no chance to complete your mission."

"What do you mean?" Qingyan asked anxiously.

"I can't go into the specifics, but I can give you a heads-up: a month from now, the city will be in the midst of a terrible upheaval. At that time, all the Mohist Knight Guard will be struggling to protect themselves and won't have the time to protect a girl. That's when you can take advantage of the chaos to strike."

"Unrest? A month later?"

Qingyan pondered these two keywords, then looked up, puzzled, and saw the Captain with a mysterious smile on his face. He immediately understood that the other party would not reveal any more information, and whether to believe it or not was up to him, so he did not ask any further questions.

Most members of the Crimson Eye Society! are loners, rarely forming groups, so there's no real team structure. The Captain " doesn't refer to the Captain of the Qingyan's team, but rather to his codename being " Captain."

Although it's strange and seems like taking advantage of others, choosing a code name is a personal freedom. If you don't like someone, then fight them and let your strength speak for itself.

Once, a top assassin with Internal Cultivation Level Ten and a mission success rate of over 90% challenged the Captain to his face. A week later, the Captain had the assassin's human skin mask in his hand. Since then, no one has bothered the Captain anymore, and many people even hope to become his team members.

Qingyan quickly made a decision. "I understand. Anyway, there's nothing urgent, so I'll stay here for a month. Only by successfully completing a mission can I gain the client's trust."

With a playful smile, the Captain asked, "Need to borrow some money?"

Qingyan confidently refused, "No need. I haven't been idle for the past month. After several field investigations, I've learned how to make a series of breakfast snacks such as jianbing guozi, danbaogao, paoxia, and fried dumplings. I can earn money while gathering information."

After paying for his meal, he left the Suxian Snack Shop.

The proprietress came out to clear the dishes, wiping the table with a rag as she spoke to the Captain, "A very interesting newcomer, isn't he?"

"That's certainly interesting." The Captain lit a cigarette and took a drag. "The Crimson Eye Society has fallen so low that they're even taking in naive little brats like this. They've completely forgotten the original intentions that created the organization. Clearly, they need to be purified."

"The original intention... even the elders of the Crimson Eye Society probably can't explain why they started the organization in the first place," the proprietress sighed.

"An organization without conviction is destined to fail. If Crimson Eye Society no conviction, then establish one and sweep out the disloyal ones. At the very least, we can't let the joke of the target getting wind of the assassination before we even make a move happen again. The most advantageous condition for an assassin is the target's complete ignorance. Once the target is on guard, even an artist who could have been easily taken down becomes a tough nut to crack."

"Many people will die this way. Remember, the sword is always sharpest when it is wielded against one's own people."

"Assassins are afraid of the dead? That's a good joke. No destruction, no construction; no madness, no life; to be reborn from the ashes, one must endure the agony of being burned alive."

"So you spread the news everywhere, letting everyone know that Crimson Eye has a secret operation plan. When the disaster really breaks out, everyone will think that Crimson Eye Society behind it, even their own people will think so. What exactly are you trying to do? Use someone else to do your dirty work? You know the consequences of angering the Mohist Knight Guard. If Crimson Eye Society destroyed, your so-called original intention will be a joke."

"Whether Crimson Eye Society perish or not depends on the existence of conflicts of interest. As long as humans still harbor emotions like jealousy and hatred, the Crimson Eye Society always be needed by people. Besides, even if I don't do this, the blame will still fall on the Crimson Eye Society. This is part of the agreement. Since that's the case, rather than being framed for nothing, I might as well be a genuine villain and at least feel that I haven't lost out."

"... What are you trying to do, take advantage of the chaos?"

The proprietress noticed that the Captain's cigarette was almost finished, and reached out to take it from him, but he rolled it into his mouth with his tongue and swallowed it directly.

"The most effective way to provoke a group is to kill their cubs. In many people's eyes, schools are probably the safest places besides the Mohist Knight Guard base. If you want to create a big news story, you really have to target schools. Is there anything more gratifying than stifling geniuses?"

Chapter 135 The Class Teacher

"Today is the 31st, so please, student number 31, stand up and answer the question."

The speaker was an elderly man over sixty years old, with a strong and resonant voice. His face was kind and approachable, and his eyes were wise and gentle, containing the vicissitudes of life that one has seen through. Whether speaking or acting, he had a calm and unhurried rhythm, as if a meteorite could fall in front of him without him wavering or panicking.

He is Zheng Zitian, the Chinese language teacher and homeroom teacher of Si Ming's class. He is 63 years old this year, but judging from his energy and spirit, it wouldn't be surprising if he worked for another ten years.

Because of their martial arts practice, the Su State have a very high lifespan, with an average lifespan of 88 years. Centenarians are commonplace and not uncommon, so 60 years old is far from the retirement age.

Among the countries of the Sea Continent, Germany has the highest average life expectancy, nearly ninety-five, after all, Daoist School is most proficient in the way of health preservation.

Sea Continent has never had any concerns about an aging society. Before the Industrial Revolution and the Martial Arts Revolution, productivity was not advanced, ordinary people had no opportunity to learn martial arts, and the average life expectancy of the masses was not high. They did not even qualify to enter an aging society.

After the Industrial Revolution and the Martial Arts Revolution, everyone had the opportunity to learn martial Internal Cultivation. In particular, internal strength requires accumulation over time, and the elderly generally have more skill than the young. Perhaps their movements become slower and less agile, but their strength is not much different. Therefore, the elderly in the Sea Continent are also part of the labor force, rather than being regarded as a social burden.

However, there is one difference from the martial arts novels that Si Ming read in his previous life: here, it is not that the older one gets, the deeper one's Internal Cultivation becomes. When a person enters the later years, various physical qualities begin to decline, and the True Qi in the body will also dissipate. This is because the body full of holes can no longer retain the Primal Qi. Even if one practices diligently day and night, one's strength will still gradually decrease. This is like a bucket with a hole; no matter how fast water is poured in, it cannot keep up with the speed at which it leaks.

Therefore, for most people, their peak cultivation period is usually during the transition from middle age to old age, unless they can advance to the Nascent Spirit Transformation and break through the limits of the human body. At that time, they can not only lock in their essence and energy, but also increase their lifespan by a large margin.

Zheng Zitian has undoubtedly entered his aging period, and his skill level declines considerably every year. However, he has a solid foundation, so this reduction is insignificant. At least for his students, he remains at an unattainable level.

Number 31, who happened to be Chen Shimi, stood up and answered, "This opening paragraph provides an initial description of the restaurant's layout and the interactions between two groups of customers of different social statuses, establishing the social context of the vast disparity between rich and poor and class antagonism at the time, thus setting the stage for the protagonist's appearance later..."

Although Si Ming had considered that Chen Shimi might also have a fit of chuunibyou during class, spouting some almost mystical things that would anger the teacher, it turned out that he had worried too much.

When answering the teacher's questions, Chen Shimi always had a serious expression. During class tests, the answers he wrote on the test papers were all in the standard answer format. In fact, his Chinese language scores were also very high. It's true that you can't judge a book by its cover.

Of course, if you ask him this question, he will answer, "It's to blend in with the world, to disguise myself as an ordinary person, to mingle with the crowd, and to avoid being discovered by the ultimate minions of darkness."

Although he suffers from delusions, he is a flexible and adaptable delusional patient.

"Excellent answer, very accurate, you perfectly understand the author's intended meaning. Please sit down."

Zheng Zitian praised Chen Shimi for a while. Just as he was about to continue the lesson, the bell rang to signal the end of class.

"Then, we'll continue analyzing this test paper in the next class. Everyone should go home and review it carefully, reflecting on it and striving for excellence."

Zheng Zitian wasn't the type of teacher to go overtime, or rather, he was past that age. He mentioned it briefly, then packed up his papers and left the classroom.