The Art of the Dump Truck Iaijutsu

After Director Simmons was rebuffed by Xue Ming, he never dared to cause trouble again. After a peaceful two weeks, Xiao Hao returned to Class 78 and caught up with the class's curriculum. He heard his classmates holding their textbooks and guidebooks on knightly combat techniques, reciting the unique mental techniques of the [Control] skill from the Six Arts of a Gentleman.

"For a knight, a warhorse is a lover, a wife, a trustworthy comrade-in-arms, and an unparalleled source of strength."

For a moment, Hao Bro felt as if he had been transported to another world, because the teaching equipment on the lawn had been expanded with many strange and unusual items.

It's important to know that Balason emphasizes low-carbon and environmentally friendly practices. Apart from a few logistics points with freight trucks, transportation in the urban area and satellite towns is mainly done by oxen and horses, and you'll hardly ever see any vehicles.

To teach students modern riding skills, the gunsmith instructor purchased over a dozen driving simulators at a department store, including arcade games, console games, and even a professional driving school's simulator system. His goal was to teach the children to drive.

Hao Bro ran to the supermarket checkout counter and saw the gunsmith instructor instructing a female student on how to start a car. Curious, he approached the instructor and overheard a conversation between the teacher and student that, while gentle in tone, contained terrifying content.

Gunsmith: "You won't kill anyone by running them over like that."

Female student. "Teacher, I didn't want to hit someone with my car."

Gunsmith: "This is a combat skill. You may not use it, but you must know it."

Female classmate. "Isn't this too violent for a girl to learn?"

Gunsmith: "Is it very violent?"

Female classmate: "Yes"

Gunsmith: "Then let's buy a pink car."

Female classmate. "Okay! I like pink!"

Gunsmith: "Listen to me. When launching different types of vehicles, you need to understand their powertrains—the engine and the transmission—and pay attention to the coordination between the handbrake and the foot brake. The launch maneuvers are different for front-wheel drive, rear-wheel drive, and four-wheel drive vehicles."

Hao Bro's mouth gaped slightly, his face filled with disbelief.

While explaining to the female classmate, the gunsmith pulled Hao Bro to the passenger seat.

"If we're using an electric vehicle, to ensure the target is 36 meters away, traditional electric cars or buses accelerate from 0 to 100 km/h very quickly, and unlike gasoline cars, they are both fast and quiet, allowing for the rapid execution of extremely high-quality Iaijutsu techniques."

Hao Bro: "Iaijutsu?"

The gunsmith nodded and spoke to Hao Bro, who had a blank stare.

"Yes, it's Iaijutsu—like the Japanese have sword-drawing Iaijutsu, and the Americans have gun-drawing Iaijutsu. The earliest technique I used to deal with the monster units was the Dump Truck Iaijutsu."

Following the gunsmith instructor's instructions, the female student released the handbrake in the simulation room. The vehicle suddenly accelerated, and the cinema sofa simulating the car's interior began to vibrate. The scenery on the monitor flashed by. Immediately afterwards, the target was violently caught by the car's front bumper and rolled around ten times.

"That's terrifying." Hao Bro clicked his tongue in surprise, his face tense. "They were sent flying."

In the educational software, the hypothetical enemy target is a blood-bearing unit that is 230 centimeters tall and weighs about 330 pounds, which is the average level of the physical essence of monsters in the underground world.

When Hao Bro saw such a huge guy crash into a speeding vehicle, shattering the windshield and being smashed to pieces by the enormous impact, leaving a dark red trail of blood on the road, he suddenly understood Gunsmith's thoughts.

Without heavy firepower, explosives, or rocket launchers at hand, taking down this monster single-handedly with light weapons is an extremely risky and difficult task. However, if you can get your hands on a car, the engine of a family sedan with at least 200 horsepower will allow you to confront the blood-soaked monster head-on.

The female student was somewhat dazed, as if she had been jolted awake by the shaking of the chair caused by the impact. She had knocked the monster in the video game away and immediately asked the gunsmith teacher.

"How badly did I get hurt? How am I, teacher?"

Gunsmith: "Fail."

The female classmate turned pale, but couldn't understand.

"Didn't I run it over and kill it?"

The gunsmith immediately pointed to the various malfunction signals in the simulator cockpit.

"The front bumper beam intruded into the firewall, the windshield shattered, the left front wheel locked, and the transmission axle broke. The driver's side curtain airbags deployed fully. The driver's side door was deformed, and the driver's seat caught fire—you are dead."

Xue Ming called Strong Bro over--

"--Old Liu, why don't you demonstrate to this female student what Iaijutsu is?"

Strong Bro was still instructing the other kids on how to drive when he heard the gunsmith's shouts. He ran all the way to the simulation room and asked Xiao Hao to make way.

"Little girl," Strong Bro Qiang cut to the chase without a word, showing the driving scene. "If you want to run over this monster, you'd better get an armored vehicle. Uncle will show you his skills today; this is how you drive a diesel truck."

Before he could finish speaking, Strong Bro kept his eyes glued to the screen.

--Hands on the steering wheel, shift gears, increase engine speed, burn tires to store energy.

The moment you release the brake and start moving, a strong push-back sensation hits you, the scenery on the electronic screen changes, and then comes the ear-piercing whistle as you use the brakes to control the vehicle's slight movements.

Judging from the impact, half of the driver's cab turned bright red, and the [DIE] symbol was lit up on the passenger seat where Hao Bro was located.

First, check the enemy's casualties.

The two-meter-tall blood donation unit was ravaged by the dump truck, splitting into two sections, with the upper half of the torso and sternum suffering the most severe injuries, and the head almost unrecognizable as human.

The reason for this victory was that Strong Bro deliberately adjusted the impact surface, taking into account the saw-like damage caused by the steel wheels to the blood-receiving unit after the two right front tires burst from the A-pillar position on the right window.

Now let's look at our battle losses--

--The driver's seat was almost completely undamaged; apart from the side curtain airbags exploding, the driver could simply open the door and finish off the enemy.

Hao Bro leaned back on the driver's seat sofa, looked up at the gunsmith instructor, and said, "I want to learn! I want to learn this!"

Xue Ming pulled an introductory manual from his briefcase and told Hao Bro to study it carefully.

--It contains traffic regulations for both the underworld and the mortal world, penalties for hit-and-run accidents, and standards for defining various types of criminal liability.

"You've been in solitary confinement for half a month," Xue Ming said. "Learn the theoretical knowledge first, then find Strong Bro to teach you how to drive."

Hao Bro was a little anxious. He looked at the gunsmith teacher, hesitated for a moment, and finally asked, "Teacher! You can't teach me yourself anymore?"

More than a month has passed.

--Apart from Class 78, Xue Ming will have to attend classes for second-year and third-year students tomorrow.

Students of different ages have different course schedules.

For first-year students, Xue Ming never customized strength training classes for them because they were too young. Excessive physical exertion on their skeletal muscles and endocrine system could potentially lead to lifelong injuries if proper protection wasn't provided.

For older students who are seventeen or eighteen years old, the total course time they spend learning knightly combat skills in Galahad will not exceed four years. To teach the entire set of teaching materials, a plan with appropriate detail and summary is needed.

In short, Xue Ming didn't have enough time to teach this class, so he entrusted most of the coursework to Strong Bro and Liuxing.

"I'll come to visit you from time to time," Xue Ming said to Hao Bro. "But I'm afraid I won't have the time to teach you myself."

For a moment, Xiao Hao didn't know what to say.

He had just finished his confinement and was still a little out of place back in his unfamiliar class. After all, his classmates came from all over the world and were of different ethnicities, so hearing the gunsmith instructor speak Chinese always made him feel inexplicably warm and welcome.

"Teacher"

Hao Bro involuntarily hugged Xue Ming's waist. He wasn't short for his class, standing at 169 centimeters tall at thirteen. He was practically kneeling on the simulation room chair, trying to forcefully hug Xue Ming.

"Thank you, teacher, thank you so much!"

Xiao Hao pursed his lips, as if he had suffered a great injustice, and was about to put aside all his reserve, pride, and pride. He wasn't afraid of making a fool of himself at all.

Because he had been in solitary confinement for too long, when he returned to school and heard the news that the gunsmith was leaving, he felt a strong sense of reluctance.

Although I've only known the teacher for a little over a month, including the two weeks we spent apart in the detention room—

He wasn't quite sure he fully understood the teacher's temperament.

But one thing is beyond doubt.

The point that Hao Bro cares about most, the point that is very important.

Thank you.

The gunsmith teacher never looked down on him.

Thank you, thank you so much.

Before coming to the underworld, Xiao Hao's family looked down on Xiao Hao. Even his closest grandmother hinted to Xiao Hao in various ways that instead of struggling outside, he should just find a wife and bring back grandchildren to fulfill the glorious mission of carrying on the family line.

Since arriving in the underground world, Xiao Hao has never received any respect. Apart from the BOSS and the waiters treating the child gently, Galahad is more like a circus, indeed allowing antelopes and lions to stay in the same dormitory.

For Hao Bro Ge--

"--Teacher, teacher, only you, only you care about me so much."

Xue Ming gently pressed the sobbing Hao Bro back onto the sofa. "And there's also Assistant Teacher Liuxing."

Hao Bro pursed his lips in grievance, wiping away his tears and snot repeatedly, unable to get it all out.

"Yes, and there's also Meteor Brother."

Xue Ming took off his blue light blocking glasses and handed them to Shao Jinghao.

"This is for you. You like spending time in internet cafes playing computer games, so take care of your eyes."

Xiao Hao said excitedly, "Thank you, teacher!"

Xue Ming shook his head. "You're penniless, I don't need your thanks."

Xiao Hao asked in confusion, "But..."

"I want your friendship." Xue Ming extended her hand.

Xiao Hao shook hands with him, but tears streamed down his face.

Xue Ming hunched over and bowed his head, speaking earnestly to Hao Bro.

"Meteor cares a lot about you; his judgment is always spot-on—he said that you have extraordinary energy, Hao Bro."

"I think you're quite good. You should be able to be a junior leader. The trial period is over, and the dean wants me to lead Class 78. You'll be the class monitor— Shao Jinghao, you have the guts."

"Practice hard, and we'll see you at the Galahad Academy Cup in six months."

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it's already the end of June, when the sun is blazing.

Just a few days ago, Meteor celebrated Ming Ge's 24th birthday, and then Red Sister called him back to the Nameless Clan to prepare for Ming Ge's wedding.

Since Xue Ming had no biological parents to witness the wedding, Aunt Bu Mei was the one who would be there to support him. Xiao Qi had to wait for the wedding car from her hometown in Shanwei to the Hong Kong Nine Realms Bus Terminal and use a guest room at the Council of Five Kings as their bridal suite.

The BOSS, acting as a witness—or rather, as a witnessing cat—will personally read the blessings to the newlyweds.

Putting all that aside--

For the past six months, Xue Ming has never stopped practicing his skills and has developed a harmonious relationship with Galahad's students.

Meteor went back to prepare for her wedding, so the coursework for Class 78 fell to Tang Ning.

Early this morning, Ming Ge was going to teach first aid to an adult undergraduate class. He brought his first-aid kit, greeted the students, and immediately began to demonstrate.

Hasben, clutching his journal, teaches armed employees how to save themselves, together with the gunsmith instructor.

Gunsmith: "Hey!"

Hasben: "Hey hey hey!"

When the trainee looked up, completely bewildered, he stood there, clutching his leg, utterly at a loss.

Gunsmith: "You are already dead."

Hasben: "The moment the triangular bandage came out, you didn't press on your injured thigh and groin. At that point, there was massive bleeding, and you died. You had no chance to save yourself."

The gunsmith tossed the medical textbook to the student, telling him to review it carefully, as it contained knowledge already covered in the book.

The work of a teacher is indeed so complicated and tedious.

Because of the large number of students, Xue Ming patiently repeated each knowledge point and the content of each long lecture countless times, but even so, there were still things they couldn't remember.

During the break between classes, Hasben found the gunsmith teacher and took him to the ping-pong table next to the convenience store.

The master and apprentice sat on the ping-pong table. Hasben, his mind wandering, started talking about the Big Sister.

"Um, it's been more than half a year, teacher, can't you take me to meet the Big Sister?"

Xue Ming was surprised when he heard the request. He hadn't expected Hasben to be so persistent. For more than half a year, the Big Sister had not appeared in any public places, nor had she received any new extermination missions.

Although she hadn't explained the Big Sister's background to Hasben, Xue Ming felt that this red-haired kid was a promising talent, and that the BOSS must have a profound reason for keeping him in Wuming.

Xue Ming: "Oh"

Hasben's Chinese is already very fluent, which shows he has put in a lot of hard work.

"Oh what?! Teacher! Didn't you promise me before that if I graduated, you would take me to see the person in charge?"

Xue Ming: "Graduated? Is that true?"

Hasben pursed his lips and squinted his eyes, looking like a resentful woman, as he pulled a mini FOB out of his clothes and played a radio recording for Xue Ming.

"Teacher, if I beat you, I can meet the Big Sister, right?"

Xue Ming's response came through the radio.

"--Yes."

Xue Ming stared at FOB in astonishment, his mind blank.

--When the hell did I agree to that?

Hasben seemed to have anticipated this, helping the gunsmith teacher sort out his memories.

"On your birthday, you were drinking with Brother Meteor and your teacher's wife until after 3 a. m. -- I took advantage of your drunken state to bring up this matter, and sure enough, you immediately agreed."

Xue Ming stared at the red-haired boy, shook his finger for a long time, and finally managed to utter a sentence.

"You're so despicable!"

Hasben immediately responded with a well-established tactical theory.

"Teacher, this is what you taught us: attack when the enemy is exhausted, and all's fair in war. We must launch an attack when the enemy's will is weak and their spirit is fatigued, and destroy them swiftly and violently like a dump truck."

Sorry, I had dinner with my boss today, and because of Valentine's Day, there were couples lining up outside for ages. I didn't get home until 10 pm, so I only had two hours left to update. Sorry!