r18novel Chapter 59 Old Zhang, the Gatekeeper
Chapter 59 Old Zhang, the Gatekeeper
"puff--!"
Su Wuxian spat out the mouthful of water he had just drunk.
Ma Xianhong, Chairman of ShenTM.
And what the heck is the Foundation Establishment Rate?
"Oh? 100% Foundation Establishment?"
Su Wuxian found it hilarious.
Su Wuxian took another sip of water and wiped his mouth.
There are also categories like Object Manipulation, Weapon Forging, and Talisman Making, which are clearly defined.
It seems that in this world, Ma Xianhong has also divided the ranks of extraordinary people.
Moreover, it perfectly illustrated his point of view.
This is Ma Xianhong's unwavering belief—education for all, so that everyone can become a dragon.
What he couldn't do in reality, he finally achieved in his dreams.
"Okay, I understand."
Su Wuxian waved his hand, not wanting to hear any more of this nonsense.
"Leave the documents here, you can go out now, I want to be alone."
"Yes, Principal, shall I call Ms. Jingjing over for you?"
Su Wuxian: "??????"
What are you saying, buddy?
"roll."
"Okay, Principal, you can rest now. Just ring the bell if you need anything. I'm off now."
Bi Yuan nodded, then pulled up his pants, put the folder under his arm, and knelt down on the ground with his head down.
"Wait... what are you going to do?"
Su Wuxian discovered that Bi Yuan had folded him up at a strange angle.
"Get out! Didn't you tell me to get out?"
Bi Yuan respectfully "rolled" out, and thoughtfully closed the door behind him.
Such a bizarre scene is only possible because Su Wuxian's cultivation is so advanced; otherwise, most people wouldn't be able to accept it.
As soon as Bi Yuan left, Su Wuxian's smile vanished instantly.
He walked to the mirror and looked at himself in the mirror, dressed in a Zhongshan suit and with a dignified expression.
"Principal... ha, that does suit my tendency to be a teacher."
"However, it's not fun if only I'm sober."
"I need to go see what roles my two senior brothers have been assigned."
Su Wuxian pushed open the door and walked out of the principal's office.
......
Biyou Middle School, at the school gate.
It was during class time, and the campus was quiet.
Beside the magnificent school gate stands a security booth.
An elderly man wearing a loose-fitting security guard uniform and a peaked cap was sitting inside with his legs crossed.
He was holding an old-fashioned enamel mug, which wasn't filled with tea, but with bubbling cola.
There was a copy of the Biyou Daily on the table, and next to it was a radio playing Peking Opera.
"I haven't been a big brother for many years~"
The old man hummed a tune that was out of tune while taking a sip of cola, looking quite content.
Su Wuxian strolled over, his hands behind his back.
From a distance, he recognized that iconic figure from behind.
"Hey, security guard, you're living the good life, huh?"
Su Wuxian leaned against the windowsill of the security booth and knocked on the glass.
Old Master Zhang Zhiwei slowly turned his head, pushed up his reading glasses, and after seeing who it was, grinned, revealing a set of bright white teeth:
"Wow, isn't this Principal Su?"
"What? Has the big boss come down to inspect our work?"
Upon hearing this tone, Su Wuxian immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
Alright, the eldest brother wasn't fooled either; he's perfectly clear-headed.
Come to think of it, with the Celestial Master's "superior" temperament and cultivation, how could a mere inner vision illusion possibly trap him?
Su Wuxian opened the door, squeezed into the cramped security booth, plopped down on the folding chair next to it, and grabbed Zhang Zhiwei's newspaper:
"Senior brother, you're quite adaptable! I thought you'd become some kind of 'leader of the cultivation world,' but you've ended up as a gatekeeper?"
"It's good to guard the gate."
"If I were decades younger, I might still be a worthy leader of the martial arts world, but now..."
Zhang Zhiwei took a sip of his cola, looking quite satisfied.
"Stop worrying, there's not that much trouble. Reading the newspaper and drinking tea every day, isn't that more comfortable than being a celestial master on Longhu Mountain? This is the life I've always dreamed of..."
"and......"
Zhang Zhiwei pointed to the school gate:
"In this dream, I can beat up whoever I want without having to worry about the big picture, and I won't be bothered by the company."
As they were talking.
"Whoosh—!"
A whooshing sound came from the air.
A student wearing a school uniform and riding a skateboard was seen trying to fly over the school gate to skip class.
"This is youth! No one can stop me from pursuing freedom!!"
The student was shouting in a childish, adolescent manner as he flew.
Zhang Zhiwei didn't even lift his eyelids.
He casually grabbed a police baton from the table, and without any apparent effort, tossed it into the air.
"Snapped!"
The baton struck the skateboard with perfect accuracy.
"Ouch!"
The student fell from mid-air like a bird hit by an anti-aircraft missile, screaming as he landed face-first on the lawn.
"You little brat, skipping class?"
Zhang Zhiwei walked out slowly, picked up his baton, and gave the student a light tap on the buttocks.
"Where's your exit pass? Did the homeroom teacher sign it? You think you can just fly away without a pass? Go back and write a self-criticism!"
The student, clutching his buttocks, stared in terror at the usually unassuming security guard.
"Sir...sir, please spare me! I'll go back right away!"
After saying that, he scrambled back to the teaching building.
Zhang Zhiwei walked back to the guard booth and shrugged at Su Wuxian:
"Look how carefree you are."
Su Wuxian was both amused and exasperated.
"Senior brother, you got into character way too fast..."
"Okay, okay, you're the boss, you call the shots."
"But senior, we can't stay here as security guards and principals forever, can we? This place is fake after all."
"Besides, those little guys aren't as clear-headed as we are. If they get too caught up in it, their souls might really get stuck."
Zhang Zhiwei nodded, his nonchalant expression vanishing.
"Hmm, I sensed it, and it seems that Jinzhong is also in this school."
"That old guy... he's a bit too excited right now."
"Excited?" Su Wuxian was taken aback.
"Go and see for yourself."
Zhang Zhiwei pointed in the direction of the playground:
"He's now the most popular teacher in the whole school."
"He was also known as the teacher who was the most frail and sickly."
Su Wuxian looked completely bewildered: "What do you mean?"
"Well, see for yourself..."
Su Wuxian stood up and looked at the playground in the direction Zhang Zhiwei pointed.
Faintly, the sounds of neat slogans and whistles drifted over on the wind.
"One, two, one! One, two, one! Run! Haven't you eaten yet?!"
"Anyone who runs slower than me doesn't get to eat tonight!!"
The voice was strong and full of energy.
It was Tian Jinzhong.
Su Wuxian's lips curled into a gentle smile:
"Come on, senior brother! Let's go see what our second senior brother was like in his youth!"
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