How to Handle Being in the Wrong Field? (Happy New Year)

"Ouch, ouch!" The primitive man's palm was slapped, and his body twitched in pain, but he didn't dare to actually pull his hand back.

He stood there obediently, tears welling in his eyes, his hands each struck ten times, his palms turning red from the blows.

The scene... is just like an old, rigid private tutor in ancient times, disciplining a young student who has made a mistake.

However, when the old private tutor was replaced by a young man in a black trench coat, and the young students were replaced by tall cavemen, the scene suddenly became quite comical.

Lu Fei glanced apologetically at the caveman whose hand had been slapped. She really hadn't expected that her uncontrollable laughter would result in the caveman being slapped ten times, so she felt very guilty. If she had known the caveman would be punished, she would have definitely covered her mouth tightly and absolutely refused to laugh.

"Get back here and copy the Three Character Classic three times. You won't get any food until you finish," the man in the black trench coat said in a deep voice.

The primitive man whose hand had been slapped felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He rubbed his palms together and ran away quickly... presumably to copy the Three Character Classic as punishment.

His fellow cavemen, standing in two rows, glanced enviously at his departing figure—he only needed to copy the Three Character Classic three times to avoid having to stay in this thatched hut with this man in the black trench coat.

This is simply blissful.

Copying the Three Character Classic three times won't take long, but if you make a bigger mistake while with this man in the black trench coat, you'll be hung up in a big tree at the entrance of the island's tribe and severely beaten. It'll be terrible; your screams while being hung up and beaten can be heard a mile away.

The man in the black trench coat put away the ruler, then stood with his hands behind his back and walked towards the group of passengers.

The passengers, seeing that the man in the black trench coat was clearly of China descent with yellow skin, and noticing that he seemed to hold great prestige in the primitive tribe, whose inhabitants appeared to fear him, breathed a slight sigh of relief... At least their personal safety was now guaranteed, right?

Meanwhile, some of the passengers were quite talkative and wanted to approach the man in the black trench coat to chat with him and become acquainted with him.

However, the man in the black trench coat had a serious expression, and his movements exuded an indescribable air of authority. Under the oppressive weight of this authority, even the most eloquent person would find themselves unable to utter a single word.

Soon, the man in the black trench coat strode over to the white-haired old professor—who was positioned at the very edge of the doorway.

"Hello," the man in the black trench coat nodded in acknowledgment.

After he spoke, the old professor immediately felt a sense of relief and quickly replied, "Hello, hello too."

Without realizing it, the old professor was actually using the respectful form of address "you" when facing the man in the black trench coat... even though the other man looked like a young man, while the old professor already had white hair.

This is an invisible pressure and authority.

The man in the black trench coat nodded and continued to ask, "Who are you?"

"I am Nan Tianxing, a professor at Jichuan University in China." The old professor stood up voluntarily, adopting a humble posture.

"A university professor?" The man in the black trench coat's eyes lit up immediately upon hearing this!

Then, the man in the black trench coat laughed heartily and warmly shook Professor Nan's hand, "So it's Professor Nan, I've heard so much about you!"

The man in the black trench coat smiled, and his heavy aura of authority vanished. Like ice suddenly melting into a hot spring, the passengers felt instantly lighter, even their breathing became easier!

Professor Nan Tianxing smiled and nodded... It seems he still holds some prestige in the plant research and classification department of the biology department. As soon as his name was announced, even the man in the black trench coat knew of his presence, and his attitude changed drastically.

Professor Nan Tianxing couldn't help but feel a little smug—after reaching his level of scholarship and age, what he cared about was no longer material possessions like money, but fame! If he could make a breakthrough in his research and leave his mark on history, that would be the best thing ever.

The man in the black trench coat said enthusiastically, "You must be the one in charge of teaching Chinese, right?"

"Yes, yes... huh?" Professor Nan Tianxing's smile froze.

The old professor was dumbfounded.

Teaching Chinese?

No, I'm not a Chinese literature major; I'm a biology major who studies plant taxonomy!

The old professor felt a deep, overwhelming pain in his heart!

"You've come at just the right time! I've been waiting for you for ages!" the man in the black trench coat said warmly. "I've been so frustrated trying to teach these primitive people Chinese. Not long ago, a friend finally gave me some pointers and helped me teach them to recognize the pinyin alphabet, and they managed to barely recite the Three Character Classic. But ever since I started teaching them the Analects, these primitive people have started acting stupid again. I don't even know where my teaching methods went wrong."

So this man in the black trench coat taught the primitive people their Three Character Classic... and he was even going to teach them the Analects?

Many of the young people present felt somewhat ashamed.

These primitive people actually want to study the Analects!

Let alone primitive people, even among native China, very few have studied the entire the Analects. Nowadays, primary and secondary school students only study a few sentences from the Analects in their textbooks; no one studies the Analects from beginning to end.

Many people present hadn't even finished learning the Three Character Classic...

Professor Nan Tianxing was also embarrassed—he was now certain that the man in the black trench coat had mistaken him for someone else. This was a huge misunderstanding that needed to be clarified!

However, before Professor Nan Tianxing could explain...

The man in the black trench coat handed the professor the thick ruler in his right hand. "Professor Nan, from today onwards, the task of teaching these primitive people the Analects is entrusted to you! Don't worry, I won't treat you unfairly. It is indeed hard work for you to take time out of your summer vacation to come to this island to teach the savages, but I assure you, as long as you teach these primitive people to recognize the Analects during this summer vacation, I will give you a reward that is absolutely satisfactory and even beyond your imagination!"

Finally, after the man in the black trench coat finished speaking, Professor Nan Tianxing coughed and opened his mouth to explain his teaching department.

But at that moment, the man in the black trench coat's next words made the professor immediately abandon any thought of explaining!

"Don't worry, as long as you have this ruler in your hand, tens of thousands of primitive people in the entire tribe will obey your teachings. Don't be afraid of them. If anyone doesn't learn well, just whip them hard with the ruler, whip them to death!" the man in the black trench coat said. Finally, fearing that Professor Nan Tianxing would worry, he added reassuringly, "Don't worry, they won't eat you."

Professor Nan Tianxing's heart skipped a beat—did the man in the black trench coat mean that if he couldn't teach Chinese and didn't have a ruler, he might be eaten by savages?

Is it that scary?

Damn it, it's just teaching people to read, it's just the Analects... I'm a professor at a prestigious university, even if I'm not an expert on the Analects, at least I can read!

"Please rest assured, with so many of us, we will definitely do our best to teach the wild people to recognize more characters, and strive to make them recognize the entire the Analects during this holiday," Professor Nan Tianxing promised through gritted teeth.

At the same time, he didn't forget to pull all the passengers behind him along—after all, they had been through thick and thin together, and he should lend a helping hand if he could, at least to prevent the passengers from being eaten by the savages because they were 'useless'.

"That's good, then I can rest assured." The man in the black trench coat nodded with a smile.

Then, with his hands behind his back, he left the thatched hut in a good mood.

As he left, he was still wondering: Strange, 'Drunken Cloud Hermit?' This fellow Daoist sent a professor to help with my teaching, why did he also send so many people along? Is it to assist with the teaching? Or is there some other special reason?

Let's check with the Nine Provinces Number One Group first. See if fellow Daoist 'Lay Buddhist Drunk Sun' has any special arrangements?

Thinking this, he walked back to his residence with his hands behind his back.

Indeed, this man in the black trench coat is none other than the Manor Lord Seven Lives Talisman, who in his youth made Grand Vow Oath to teach ten thousand illiterate people to Chinese characters, regardless of their social class.

This small island in the Pacific Ocean is the "Savage Island" he mentioned in the Nine Provinces Number One Group.

After the man in the black trench coat left, the two rows of primitive people breathed a long sigh of relief. However, when their eyes fell on the ruler in the old professor's hand, they immediately straightened their heads and puffed out their chests, clearly terrified of the ruler!

Seeing the primitive people's reaction, the old professor and the passengers all breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well, you all saw what happened just now, right?" The old professor turned around and addressed all the passengers, both amused and exasperated.

Gao Moumou nodded and said, "Professor, we all saw it. Thank you for your hard work, Professor. And if there's anything we can do to help you with teaching the primitive people, we'll all do our best to cooperate."

The old professor sighed deeply, "That's good."

Tubo then spoke up, "Professor, we don't understand teaching matters. You are the authority in the Chinese department. That Mr. Trench Coat just now asked us to teach the primitive people to finish the Analects during the summer vacation. I'm afraid we'll have to race against time. I wonder, Professor, where do you think we should start?"

Tubo was worried that if he couldn't teach the primitive people to finish studying the Analects during the summer vacation, would the Mr. Trench Coat be angry? He always felt that the man had brought a lot of pressure and authority.

Just now, because of the immense pressure emanating from the other party, they all forgot to ask about 'Song Shuhang'... In a little while, we'll definitely go see that Mr. Trench Coat and inquire about Shuhang's whereabouts.

Professor Nan Tianxing: "..."

After a long silence, the old professor sighed deeply, "Well, there's something I need to tell you all. I'm a professor in the Department of Biology, specializing in plant taxonomy."

In an instant, the passengers all froze.

At that scene, you could hear a pin drop.