Delinquent Youth, Volatile Teacher

The metropolitan area is always crowded and busy, unlike the lively atmosphere of Old Factory Street where elders relax in the shade, housewives haggle over groceries, and workers call out to friends after their shifts.

This place is more like a cold forest forged from steel. The people rooted here are like scurrying insects, never at leisure.

"Ding dong! We've arrived at Dongfeng Road. Passengers heading to the Youth Palace, please exit from the rear door in an orderly fashion. Please watch your step..."

Qin Shi slung his bag over his shoulder and walked to the roadside. It was time for his weekly part-time job as an Assistant Teacher.

Even though he had broken through his physical limitations and his vitality had greatly increased—equivalent to advancing from the ninth stage of the Strength of Learning to the eighth stage at New No. 1 Middle School, or upgrading from an ordinary student in the Hongzhi Class to a mid-tier elite student—

As a poor kid from Old Factory Street, he still had to work.

The benefits of the Youth Palace's free cafeteria, along with a salary totaling 2,500, were not something he could afford to lose.

That was Qin Shi's bottom line!

"Buying a computer for the youngest, the living and accommodation fees for the start of school, online course fees, and the registration fee for the rank promotion exam... every cent has to be stretched, otherwise, I'll never save up."

Qin Shi thought of the "savings" his eldest sister had left behind and calculated silently.

Ever since he started this new life, he had developed a kind of obsessive "strange illness."

He found it extremely difficult to bear the sight of his dwindling funds, with no signs of growth.

When it happened, he felt an unbearable itch all over!

"I need to make money, to make my wallet bulge."

Under the scorching sun, which was over thirty degrees Celsius, Qin Shi quickly entered the Youth Palace. He happened to bump into Brother Zhang, who had gelled his hair and was grinning foolishly at the air.

"Xiao Qin, you didn't see it just now. The new Teacher Lin smiled at me, a really sweet smile. Do you think Teacher Lin might also be interested in me?"

Brother Zhang, you're a bit too confident.

Qin Shi's nose twitched, and he smelled the strong scent of cologne on the other person.

"It's possible. After all, the most outstanding talent in the Youth Palace is you, Brother Zhang.

Since ancient times, a precious sword is gifted to a hero, and a jade hairpin complements a beauty. I think if you put in the effort, Brother Zhang, you'll surely blow the trumpet of victory!"

He spoke those words casually, treating them as a serious perfunctory response.

Shaking off Brother Zhang's entanglement, he went to the locker room, changed into casual clothes, and put on a baseball cap.

Assistant Teacher Xiao Qin, officially on duty!

"Young people have so much energy. Seeing Xiao Qin's vitality makes us old folks envious."

Mediterranean Uncle, holding a thermos, said with a chuckle from the second-floor corridor.

"Uncle Wang, you're not that old. You're a few years younger than my dad, so you shouldn't call yourself 'old'."

Lin Yunqing walked upstairs in flat shoes. Her straight legs, visible beneath her pencil skirt, were enough to make one's mouth dry.

She held documents in both hands, her posture elegant and intellectual. Her gaze naturally fell on Qin Shi.

"Assistant Teacher Xiao Qin's Life Force Development level is quite high.

Even at New No. 1 Middle School, he would be a top student in the elite class."

Uncle Wang, who was in charge of the Youth Palace, said in surprise:

"I remember Xiao Qin told me his latest Physical Test score was just eight points, barely passing."

Such a significant improvement in such a short time?

Lin Yunqing's beautiful eyes flickered as she pondered the timing of Qin Shi becoming an Assistant Teacher.

How many days had passed since then?

How could he have improved so quickly!

"About two weeks ago, his vitality was only eight points. Now, it's at least twelve points or more."

The more Lin Yunqing thought about it, the more curious she became. Could Assistant Teacher Xiao Qin be a promising talent secretly nurtured by some Old Martial Arts Faction?

Ordinary inheritances could absolutely not achieve this level!

Four points of vitality might sound unremarkable.

But even if you were a wealthy young master with excellent family background and full resources, Even if you spent every day at a training gym, hired personal sparring partners, had nutritionists plan your meals, and hypnotherapists to help you sleep, Investing so much time and money would still take about two months.

And that's assuming the person had good natural talent.

"It seems my guess last time was correct. That fragrance Assistant Teacher Xiao Qin has must be from the secret medicine wash of the Old Martial Arts Faction.

He broke through his physical limits in two weeks—it's truly enviable."

Lin Yunqing's beautiful eyes darted around, growing more interested.

An Old Martial Arts Faction hidden in Old Factory Street?

His background must not have been poor to begin with.

He might even be related to the three major sects that had suffered from Iron Fist.

"Assistant Teacher Qin..."

Lin Yunqing leaned forward, resting her arms on the railing, her lips, only lightly glossed, parted slightly.

"You're like a delicious little pastry. If I were to beat you to your knees, trample the pride of being the last descendant of the Old Martial Arts, and shatter your last shred of hope.

A cute boy like Assistant Teacher Qin would probably cry for a long time, wouldn't he?"

"See that, Xiao Qin? Teacher Lin smiled at me again!"

Brother Zhang, who was organizing sandbags and mats with Qin Shi, suddenly got excited.

"What do you think? Should I ask her out for dinner or a movie later?"

Qin Shi didn't look up, concentrating on his work.

"Go for it, Brother Zhang. Chase your love boldly. I'm your strongest supporter."

Brother Zhang hesitated. Yesterday, he had seen Teacher Lin's car, an expensive Vast Sea Conqueror.

He immediately felt inferior, like he couldn't possibly reach her.

"Xiao Qin..."

Brother Zhang wanted to discuss it with Qin Shi, but then he saw a group of guys wearing leather jackets and jeans, with brightly dyed hair, looking like delinquents, rush into the Youth Palace.

They were waving recruitment flyers and, in unison, said they wanted to sign up for Teacher Lin's Martial Arts Class.

"What's going on?"

Brother Zhang was a bit bewildered.

The Martial Arts Class offered by the Youth Palace was divided into basic and advanced courses, only for primary and middle school students.

These guys, who looked at least sixteen or seventeen, didn't seem like the target audience.

"They must be here for Teacher Lin."

Qin Shi glanced outside. A very eye-catching convertible sports car was parked across the street. A young man wearing sunglasses and designer brands leaned against the car door, exuding a tense kind of relaxation.

In simple terms, it was an attempt to attract attention through forced swagger.

"A classic scenario of a rich young master chasing a beautiful rich girl?"

Qin Shi was happy to spectate. A young, single lady like Teacher Lin, who drove a million-dollar car and had a relatively decent and leisurely job, would certainly not lack suitors.

When there were many, a few would inevitably try to show off.

"What's happening?"

Lin Yunqing was disturbed by the unexpected commotion and frowned slightly.

"Just some kids messing around. Don't worry, Teacher Lin, I'll chase them away."

Brother Zhang puffed out his chest, feeling he had seized a perfect opportunity for a heroic rescue, and strode towards the noisy, rowdy delinquents.

"Figure out what this place is! Teacher Lin's advanced class only accepts middle schoolers under fourteen..."

Brother Zhang, a graduate of a prestigious university in the Tai'an Metropolitan Area, had a decent vitality development level, at least around twelve points.

But as soon as he got close to the delinquents, the one with red hair and tattooed arms, Brother Hua, raised his hand and slapped him. It was as fast and accurate as a cannonball.

Slap!

It sent Brother Zhang flying, along with his glasses!

"We're here to take classes with Teacher Lin, what's it to you! Four-eyes!"

The slap was heavy, swelling Brother Zhang's cheek and making him stumble, nearly falling.

Qin Shi, not far away, raised an eyebrow. This "Red-Haired Ghost" was a beginner practitioner.

His strikes were decisive, and his movements were fluid.

"Xiao Qin! Call the police, hurry! Arrest all these brats..."

Humiliated in public, Brother Zhang's face turned red instantly, and he roared in exasperation.

The delinquents chewed gum, seemingly fearless, and instead burst into laughter.

"Four-eyes is getting worked up!"

"Brother Kun's move was so cool!"

"Nicely done..."

Seeing the situation escalating towards a riot, Lin Yunqing tilted her head, her waterfall-like hair cascading onto her shoulders.

"You all want to take the Martial Arts Class for extra tutoring?"

"Yeah! Sister Long!"

The delinquents grinned. The term "Sister Long" used by them made Qin Shi inexplicably recall the class beauties he was pestered by outside of school in his past life.

"Where is your Brother Long?"

Lin Yunqing wasn't annoyed, still speaking in her gentle and soft tone.

The leader, a red-haired punk named A'kun, raised his hand and pointed out the window:

"Brother Long wants to invite Teacher Lin for a casual meal. Please grace us with your presence."

Lin Yunqing didn't look away, her bright eyes curving into crescent moons, as if she were smiling:

"If I don't grace you with my presence, will you guys just leave?"

Red-haired A'kun put his hands in his pockets, tilting his head back with what he thought was a cool expression:

"Just do us a favor, Sister Long. We met once at the IFC. Brother Long hasn't been able to eat or sleep since, he's been thinking only of you."

Lin Yunqing smiled even more happily, her lips curling:

"My classes are very expensive, you know."

Red-haired A'kun shrugged:

"Brother Long has plenty of money. As long as Sister Long is willing to walk out that door, we'll buy as many classes as you offer."

Lin Yunqing nodded:

"Assistant Teacher Qin, please help these guests pay their registration fees. Ten lessons each."

Qin Shi, with a kind smile, led the group of flashy youths to the front desk. His peripheral vision caught the tattoos on their arms – they were also five-fingered, tightly clenched black fists.

Could they be related to Brother Ze's Righteous Fist Society?

After completing the registration and class enrollment process, Lin Yunqing added:

"You injured my colleague. You'll have to pay for his medical expenses."

Red-haired A'kun, with a nonchalant and arrogant expression, pulled out over a dozen hundred-yuan bills from his wallet and threw them in front of Brother Zhang:

"Take this and see a doctor, four-eyes! Next time you try to play the hero, remember to train more!"

Lin Yunqing seemed incapable of getting angry, maintaining her gentle demeanor. She tilted her head and looked at Qin Shi, who was trying to make himself less noticeable:

"Assistant Teacher Qin, could you take them to the conference room? I'll be there shortly."

Is this woman using me as a shield?

Qin Shi's heart skipped a beat. Following the usual plot, he would likely get entangled, inexplicably becoming a rival in love, and targeted by that Brother Long.

Women are truly the source of all trouble...

Qin Shi smiled and served them, while secretly pondering that if Teacher Lin made any overly intimate moves later, he'd make a swift exit.

He led the group of delinquents into the conference room. After about five minutes, Lin Yunqing pushed the door open.

The elegant female teacher had changed into a pink tracksuit, suitable for movement, and her flat shoes had been replaced with running shoes.

"Teacher Lin..."

Qin Shi quickly stood up, ready to flee.

"Assistant Teacher Qin, please take off my glasses for me, and close the door."

Lin Yunqing instructed.

Before Qin Shi could agree, she handed him her rimless glasses.

Then, facing the group of delinquents, she asked with a smile:

"Class, please stand up. Teacher is going to start the lesson."

For some reason, the delinquents, who had been lounging casually on the sofas or at the long table, all stood up of their own accord.

Red-haired A'kun stepped forward, still grinning, but before he could speak, his face tightened!

A white fist shot out like a tank shell, knocking his head askew and hitting the wall.

Immediately, she grabbed his red hair with five fingers and slammed him down again!

THUD!

Finally, his head was pinned, his terrified face pressed hard against the wall, scraping along the plaster, leaving a glaring bloody mark.

"Sister Long? Your mother is Sister Long!"