Song Shuhang's Disciples and Grand-Disciples

Gao Moumou have been on the island for over a week.

Summer vacation is only two months long, and I'm going to spend half of it on this savage island. Just thinking about it makes me want to cry.

If you want to leave this island ahead of time, there is only one way—help the island's owner, the mysterious tycoon 'Mr. Trench Coat,' teach the island's natives the Analects of the Analects.

However, under the guidance of the old professor, everyone used the most scientific and efficient teaching methods to teach the natives. So far, they have only managed to get the natives to forget the illegible version of the Three Character Classic and to master the correct Chinese version of the Three Character Classic again.

It's hard to imagine how long it would take for the indigenous people to learn the Analects of Confucius.

Thinking about this, Gao Moumou sighed, "Rich people really know how to have fun."

He's a wealthy and handsome tycoon, but instead of living a life of extravagance and debauchery, he chooses to go to a secluded island to personally teach the island's native inhabitants 'Chinese'.

How much pain must this man in the black trench coat have in his testicles to do something like that?

As an ordinary person, I really can't understand the thoughts of rich people.

In short... this summer vacation has been completely abnormal ever since I met the Zhuge siblings. What a misfortune! Why do I have such childhood sweethearts and best friends?

Gao Moumou, male, is a student in Class 43, Department of Mechanical Engineering, College of Mechanical Design and Manufacturing, Jiangnan University. He is a bespectacled boy, somewhat handsome, and comes from a well-off family.

Gao Moumou is not an abbreviation; his name belongs to the "non-biological" category. His surname is Gao, and his given name is Moumou. Therefore, Gao Moumou is his given name.

Gao Moumou harbored a ambition: after graduating from university and finding a job, he would break free from his father's financial control and immediately go to the police station to change his name.

It absolutely must be renamed!

In addition, he is the only one in Song Shuhang's dormitory who has a girlfriend.

Compared to the genius programmer 'Li Yangde', the overly energetic 'Lin Tubo', and Song Shuhang who could spend an entire afternoon browsing novels at the bookstore, Gao Moumou was the only more 'mature' member of the entire dormitory. He often took on the responsibility of 'taking care of the other roommates'.

For example, two months ago, when Song Shuhang caught a cold, Gao Moumou reminded him to buy medicine and porridge, and then he and his other roommates divided the work.

This seemingly "mature" and outgoing Gao Moumou, has a little secret that even her roommates don't know.

He's been secretly writing online novels... and he's been doing it for several years now. He started writing back in high school, and without realizing it, he's accumulated a small but loyal following.

Unfortunately, due to his heavy academic workload, he didn't have much time to write books. He was an excellent student; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to get into Jiangnan University Town.

He has very little time to write each day, usually only able to write around 6,000 words per day.

Furthermore, Gao Moumou felt that writing novels was like writing a 'private diary,' and he would be very embarrassed if his roommates found out. Therefore, he never mentioned it to his roommates.

I type very carefully, and when I'm in a good mood, I type a lot more, and I save some drafts in case of unexpected problems.

Before going on this summer vacation trip, Gao Moumou had been diligently and secretly accumulating manuscripts for half a month.

Based on the original plan, I would publish 6,000 words daily at a set time. In addition, I would have access to computers and the internet while traveling, allowing me to secretly write a few more words. Updating during the summer vacation would definitely not be a problem.

But then, something terrible happened: the plane crashed!

They'd fallen onto a savage island!

The island is inhabited only by indigenous people.

Apart from the residence of the mysterious, wealthy man in the trench coat, there were no other computers, internet sources, or networks on the entire island.

He'll probably be taking a break from updating for at least half a month. He just started writing a new book this semester, and he managed to stay on track for a single day without taking a day off or missing an update since its release. Now it seems that record is about to be broken.

Will the readers call him a eunuch?

More importantly, I could tolerate the island adventure story, but why does he have to sleep separately from Mei Yi?

Are they boyfriend and girlfriend?

Why does he have to surround him with those two idiots, Tubo and Zhuge Zhongyang? These two thick-skinned fools have absolutely no idea what 'worry' is; they're already fast asleep.

"Sigh... where do I even begin to complain?" Gao Moumou sighed deeply.

And there's another matter that's been weighing on Gao Moumou's mind.

Song Shuhang, who boarded the plane with them, disappeared after the crash. The wealthy man in the black trench coat on the island claimed to be a good friend of Song Shuhang and assured them that Song Shuhang was perfectly safe.

But after not hearing from Song Shuhang for a week, Gao Moumou was still a little worried.

On another note... when did Song Shuhang become friends with the island's owner, the tycoon in the black trench coat?

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Just as Gao Moumou was having trouble sleeping and his mind was racing, a figure suddenly passed by his small mud house.

[Who is it?] Gao Moumou became Vigilance.

His whole body tensed up.

Don't let his bespectacled, scholarly appearance fool you; he used to practice martial arts as a child. Although he's neglected it for many years, he still has some basic skills.

Gao Moumou was tense and carefully moved out of the mud house.

By the Moonlight, Gao Moumou was able to make out the figure.

He was a tall, blond, middle-aged foreigner.

There was only one person on the island who fit this body—Mr. Joseph, Song Shuhang's 'nominal disciple,' who learned the divine skill <The Times Are Calling> from Song Shuhang and practiced it day and night, and really did improve his physique a lot.

"That's strange, what's Mr. Joseph doing out so late?" Gao Moumou thought to himself.

At this moment, Joseph walked through the group of mud houses and into the woods on the side.

There was a clearing in the woods.

Joseph went to the open space, took a deep breath, and then began to recite "The Times Are Calling" one, two, three, four.

Gao Moumou: "..."

I see. It seems Mr. Joseph couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, so he came out to do some gymnastics.

By the way, Mr. Joseph actually thinks Song Shuhang is a martial arts master?

"If Song Shuhang is a martial arts master, then I'm Five Greats of the Martial World, right?" Gao Moumou thought to himself with amusement, after all, he had actually studied martial arts for a while when he was a child.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Gao Moumou felt a strange sensation welling up inside him.

I vaguely recall one or two fragmented images— Song Shuhang leaping across rooftops, Song Shuhang using the legendary warrior skill 'Blazing Sword Technique'?

Why did that image flash by?

Gao Moumou shook his head vigorously.

Has he written too many novels and lost the ability to distinguish between reality and illusion?

Never mind, I'll go back to sleep.

He wasn't in the mood to play "The Times Are Calling" with Mr. Joseph late into the night.

Thinking of this, Gao Moumou quietly moved back, not wanting to spoil Mr. Joseph's enjoyment.

Just as Gao Moumou was about to return to his small mud house, a rustling sound suddenly came from the woods.

Immediately afterwards, twenty native inhabitants from the island poured into the open space from all directions, surrounding Joseph completely.

[Oh no!] Gao Moumou's heart tightened instantly!

In his mind, various movie and novel plots about 'cannibals' flooded his thoughts.

These savages want to harm Joseph?

Gao Moumou's eyes searched his surroundings, trying to find a weapon, even a wooden stick would be better than being empty-handed.

But before he could find a suitable weapon, the scene before him changed again.

Just like in an ancient costume drama, the twenty natives bowed and clasped their hands in unison to Joseph.

The natives were still chanting the word 'Shifu' in broken China.

Gao Moumou was completely dumbfounded.

What play is this?

Joseph's gaze swept over the twenty natives, his face stern and his eyes piercing. "Very good, is everyone here?"

"Yes, Master. Today, it's our turn, twenty of us, to come... We beg you, Master, to continue teaching us your divine skills!" One of the twenty savages stepped forward and spoke in broken China.

Joseph nodded in satisfaction. "Then, let's begin. Demonstrate the first three moves of the divine skill I taught you last time!"

"Yes, Master Shi!" the twenty natives replied respectfully.

Then, they lined up and quickly formed a neat square of tofu.

Next, twenty indigenous people gave a serious performance of "The Times Are Calling".

This scene was so dazzling it practically blinded Gao Moumou.

What's wrong with this world?

Has the world collapsed?

Or perhaps, "The Times Are Calling" truly is some kind of unparalleled divine skill? Are these foolish students simply sitting on a gold mine without knowing how to exploit it?

Soon, the first three movements of "The Times Are Calling" were completed by the indigenous people.

"Very good, your movements are very standard." Joseph's face showed satisfaction. "Now, today I will teach you the fourth move of this divine skill!"

"Master, when will we become strong enough to rebel against the tyrannical island lord and beat him to a pulp?" a native disciple pleaded.

"The most important thing to avoid when practicing martial arts is impatience. You can't master unparalleled skills if you're impatient," Joseph said seriously.

Joseph then continued, "Your physical abilities far surpass mine. Once you've mastered the complete set of divine skills and practice diligently, you'll feel a tremendous improvement in your physical abilities in a short time!"

Because the indigenous people had only recently started learning Chinese, Joseph often had to use exaggerated gestures to describe the meaning of his words.

"Then, when you've cultivated the ability to sense Qi, when your fists can shatter the air and make an explosive sound, that will be the time when your divine skill is initially perfected!" Joseph said, his eyes filled with envy.

His revered master Song Shuhang, had reached the level where he could shatter the air with a mere wave of his hand.

Upon hearing Joseph's description, the natives' eyes lit up with anticipation.