I Don't Want to Be an Intern

Seeing such a dazzling scene, Grandpa Mo burst into wild laughter.

"Hahaha~ perfect, it must be my student Pang Shi, he's really brought me glory." Feeling vindicated, Grandpa Mo was in high spirits.

He picked up the tea bag beside him, scooped up some with a small wooden shovel, then seemed to think it was too much, shaking off most of it with a tremor that rivaled Parkinson's.

He packed the less than one tael of tea leaves into another small bag and handed it to Grandpa Lei.

"Old Lei! I'm going to be pretty busy the next few days, no time to bother with you. Take these tea leaves and enjoy them yourself."

With that, Grandpa Mo trotted downstairs to pick up his proud disciple.

Grandpa Lei, on the other hand, curled his lip in disdain and said sourly, "Tch, what's the big deal? It's not like I've never seen an SSS-Rank Clear before."

An SSS-Rank Clear, also known as a perfect clear, could only be achieved once per Spirit Domain.

But how to achieve it had always been a major challenge.

There were countless Spirit Domains in the world, yet only two had been perfectly cleared. This was the third, and it would be a lie to say he wasn't envious.

Still, Grandpa Lei was content, because he saw Xu Jiang walk out of the Spirit Domain, limbs intact and heavily laden—looked like a good haul.

Grandpa Lei smiled faintly, still in his slippers and beach shorts, a straw cigarette dangling from his mouth, as he leisurely swayed over to Xu Jiang.

"Kid, back? How'd it feel?"

Grandpa Lei's appearance warmed Xu Jiang's heart. After all, he had no one to rely on in this other world, and he hadn't expected this old man to be so decent, actually waiting outside the Spirit Domain for him.

Xu Jiang grinned smugly and gave himself a thumbs-up.

"No problem at all. The moment I struck, I killed all the monsters. Even that toughest Frost Bull couldn't withstand two bursts of my bullets."

Look at that cocky attitude. Kids these days, always bragging, no sense of their limits. Grandpa Lei shook his head helplessly.

Still, it was fine. Going through a trial and keeping this mindset was better than those cowards.

"Alright, it's just a small trial. Don't get too full of yourself. There are plenty more challenges ahead. As promised, I'll set up a job for you."

Hearing there was an organization arranging work, Xu Jiang's eyes lit up.

"What kind of job? Let me be clear upfront—if it's too crappy, I'm not taking it."

"Don't worry, this job suits you perfectly. It's a one-year security internship."

"What! Security? And an intern?" Xu Jiang seriously suspected the old man was messing with him.

In this world, even the security guards standing at the door were this in demand? There were actually reserve positions like interns?

Could it be that my singing and dancing skills finally had a use?

Seeing Xu Jiang's contemptuous look, Grandpa Lei explained unhurriedly, "Xu Jiang! Don't underestimate this intern position! It comes with professional training courses, low work pressure, and free room and board. Isn't that great?"

"Not great at all." Xu Jiang retorted disdainfully. "This job doesn't sound like it pays well."

"Oh, why are you always thinking about money? You're still young. You need to take the long view, not chase after petty gains. Be someone with ambition and ideals."

Xu Jiang pondered for a moment. That line sounded familiar!

It seemed his boss from his previous life had said the same thing.

In the end, the result was: he had ideals, and the boss had a villa—everyone got what they wanted.

For a job like this, Xu Jiang was naturally refusing. Being a security intern probably wouldn't even support himself, and he needed to earn money to buy new clothes for his Qianji at home.

But before he could speak, a voice came from behind, speaking up for him in advance.

"Oh, my dear Old Lei! I've known you for so long, and your connections are still this terrible. A security intern? That job won't do."

Turning around, he saw that old man surnamed Mo had also arrived, followed by his beloved disciple Pang Shi.

Only the smile on his face looked a bit forced, feeling rather awkward.

And...

"What did you just call me?" Grandpa Lei asked incredulously.

"Call you Old Lei! Oh! You're a few years older than me, aren't you? We've known each other for decades, no need to be so formal."

With that, he warmly patted Xu Jiang on the shoulder and said, "You're Xu Jiang, right? I heard about you from Pang Shi. A young hero—impressive, impressive."

Look at that friendly demeanor, the very image of a wise teacher and elder. But the more he acted like this, the more wary Grandpa Lei became.

"Nothing good comes from sudden kindness. What are you after?" Grandpa Lei asked with narrowed eyes.

"Nothing much, just passing by and overhearing you talk about work. Coincidentally, my Martial Arts Association recently started a Special Training Class with a monthly subsidy of 8,000 Credit Points, perfect for Xu Jiang. How about letting me help train your disciple?"

Grandpa Mo said, reaching his hand toward Xu Jiang.

Slap!

Grandpa Lei knocked his hand away like he was fending off a pervert.

"Hah! Help train my disciple? Get lost! Do you think I have dementia?"

In decades of knowing each other, this was the first time he'd heard 'Old Lei,' and this guy was notorious for being stingy. For him to be so eager to help, there had to be something fishy!

Grandpa Lei wasn't stupid. His first thought hit the mark—Xu Jiang must have performed exceptionally in the Spirit Domain, and the Martial Arts Association wanted to poach him.

Turning around, he asked Xu Jiang, "Did you perform very well in the Spirit Domain?"

"..."

"So everything I just told you went in one ear and out the other?"

"What you just said? Huh, a Frost Giant Bull can't take two of your magazines? Is that possible?"

"Of course it's possible. One more bullet and I lose." Xu Jiang spun his gun with a showy flourish, wearing an expression that screamed you're so inexperienced.

Grandpa Lei seemed to think of something, turned to glance at the thoroughly crushed Pang Shi, who didn't refute Xu Jiang's words at all—could it really be true!

"What's your rating?"

"SSS."

Ssssh!!!

Not just Grandpa Lei, but even the other two, who had some mental preparation, were stunned into shock upon hearing it.

Just moments ago, Pang Shi had told his teacher that the perfect clear wasn't him, but a youth clad in an Exoskeleton Mech, holding a Desert Eagle in hand.

The other party wore dark goggles, making his face unclear, and they hadn't even managed to ask his name.

At first, Grandpa Mo didn't believe it—how could a newcomer, relying on his own strength, solo kill a Frost Giant Bull?

But soon, Grandpa Mo thought of someone.

Wasn't the youth beside Old Man Lei when he last teased him the one using a T-1000 mech? Could it really be a once-in-a-millennium genius?

Without a second word, Grandpa Mo rushed over in a hurry. His goal was clear—he wanted to poach talent. Unfortunately, his plan was shattered.

Standing to the side in anguish, he just couldn't understand—where on earth did that good-for-nothing Old Man Lei pick up such a genius!

In contrast, Grandpa Lei's grin had nearly split to the back of his head.

Who would've thought!

His relentless efforts to scout newcomers had finally paid off today. It wasn't for nothing.

Thinking this, Grandpa Lei quickly pulled a small paper bag from his chest and stuffed it into his old friend's hand.

Grandpa Mo looked at it: "Isn't this the 1 tael of tea I just gave you?"

"No, it's only 7 qian now. I'm returning it to you."

"What! You damn old Lei, you get a good disciple and now you want to cut ties with me?"

"No, I'm just saying: I might be busy for the next few days and won't have time for you. Keep this tea for yourself and enjoy it slowly."

The exact same words, returned verbatim. Grandpa Mo's face instantly darkened as he watched his old buddy cackle wildly and lead Xu Jiang away.