Cosmic-Level Demon God-Chapter 38 - 35: Delinquent Teen, Hot-Tempered Teacher

The urban circle is always crowded and busy, compared to the old folks in Old Factory Street leisurely cooling off, housewives haggling at the market, and workers hanging out with friends after work.

Here, it looked more like a cold forest made of steel, with people rooted here scurrying around like ants, never having a moment’s leisure.

"Ding dong! Dongfeng Road has arrived, passengers going to the Youth Palace, please exit from the back door, and watch your step..."

Qin Shi walked to the roadside with his bag, it was time for his weekly part-time job as an assistant instructor again.

Although he had broken through the limits of his physical body, significantly enhancing his life force, it was akin to improving from Ninth Rank to Eighth Rank in the Power of Learning, and from an ordinary student in the Hongzhi class to an average level in the Elite Class.

But as a poor kid from Old Factory Street, work was still a necessity.

The benefits of the free cafeteria at the Youth Palace, plus a salary of two thousand five hundred, were indubitably not to be discarded.

This was Qin Shi’s bottom line!

"For the little one’s computer, the school fees after the start of the new term, the online course fees, and the registration for the ranking exam... every penny has to be stretched, or savings won’t accumulate."

Qin Shi thought about the ’savings’ his elder sister left behind and made silent calculations.

Ever since he started this new life, he developed a sort of obsessive ’weird illness’.

Finding it extremely hard to bear the gradual decrease in his funds without seeing any signs of increase.

When it happens, he feels unbearably uneasy!

"Got to get money, and make the wallet fatter."

Under the scorching thirty-plus degree sun, Qin Shi quickly stepped into the Youth Palace, bumping into Zhang, who had applied gel on his hair and was grinning foolishly at the air:

"Little Qin, did you see that? The new teacher, Miss Lin, just smiled at me, and it was a really sweet smile. Do you think she might also be interested in me?"

Zhang, you’re a bit too confident.

Qin Shi’s nose twitched as he smelled the strong fragrance of cologne from Zhang:

"Maybe, after all, Brother Zhang, you’re the most handsome guy in the Youth Palace.

A precious sword is meant for a hero, and a beautiful jade hairpin for a lady. I think if you work harder, you’ll surely sound the trumpet of victory!"

He nonchalantly blurted a couple of sentences, pretending to be serious and brushed him off.

Shaking off Zhang, he headed to the changing room, changing into his casual outfit and donning a cap.

Little Qin Assist Coach, on duty again!

"Young people really have great energy. The vitality of Little Qin makes us old folks envious."

A middle-aged man with a balding head, holding a thermos cup, stood in the second-floor corridor, smilingly saying.

"Uncle Wang, you’re just a few years younger than my dad, how can you call yourself old."

Lin Yunqing ascended the stairs in flat shoes, her long legs under the pencil skirt were enough to make one’s throat dry.

She held a stack of documents with a dignified and intellectual posture, naturally letting her gaze fall on Qin Shi:

"Little Qin Assist Coach’s life force development is not low.

Even in Xinyi High School, he would be a top student in the Elite Class."

Uncle Wang, the person in charge of the Youth Palace, said in surprise:

"I remember Little Qin told me his latest physical test score was just eight, barely passing.

Such big progress in a short time?"

Lin Yunqing’s beautiful eyes sparkled as she pondered about the time when Qin Shi first became an assist coach.

How many days had it been?

How could he progress so fast?

"About two weeks ago, he had a life force of just eight points. Now, it’s at least higher than twelve."

The more Lin Yunqing thought about it, the more curious she became. Could Little Qin Assist Coach be a good seedling secretly cultivated by some Old Martial Sect?

Ordinary legacies absolutely couldn’t achieve this!

A four-point increase in life force may sound average.

But even for wealthy kids with excellent resources,

Even if they soak in a Cultivation Hall every day, hire a dedicated sparring partner, have a nutritionist planning their meals, and a Meditation Master for sleep hypnosis.

It requires substantial time and money, also needing around two months.

And that’s assuming they have above-average talent.

"Looks like my previous guess was correct; Little Qin Assist Coach’s fragrance is indeed from a secret Old Martial Sect refining medicine.

He completed a limit-breaking in his flesh within two weeks—a sight one would envy."

Lin Yunqing’s beautiful eyes glimmered with keen interest.

The hidden Old Martial Sect forces in Old Factory Street?

Probably have solid roots.

Maybe even loosely related to the three great clans who endured the iron fist’s trials.

"Little Qin Assist Coach..."

Lin Yunqing leaned forward against the railing, her slightly parted lips applied with pale lip balm:

"Really resembles a delicious treat. If we were to beat him to his knees, shatter the pride of being the sole heir of the Old Martial, and crush his last hope.

Such a cute boy like Little Qin Assist Coach would probably cry for a long time, wouldn’t he?"

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"Did you see, Little Qin, Miss Lin smiled at me again!"

While tidying the sandbags and mats together with Qin Shi, Brother Zhang suddenly became excited.

"Do you think I should ask her out for a meal and a movie later?"

Qin Shi didn’t look up, fully immersed in his work:

"Pursue love boldly, Brother Zhang, I’m your strongest backing."

Brother Zhang hesitated, remembering Lin Yunqing’s car yesterday, a luxurious Hanhai Conqueror.

He immediately felt shorter by a grade, unable to measure up.

"Little Qin..."

Brother Zhang was about to discuss it with Qin Shi when he saw several guys dressed in leather jackets and jeans, with their hair dyed in bright colors, barging into the Youth Palace.

They were waving leaflets for enrollment, all saying they wanted to join Miss Lin’s Martial Arts Class.

"What’s going on?"

Brother Zhang was puzzled.

The Martial Arts Classes at the Youth Palace were divided into basic and advanced courses, only for elementary students.

These guys, who looked at least sixteen or seventeen, didn’t seem like the target audience.

"Probably here for Miss Lin."

Qin Shi glanced outside, spotting an eye-catching convertible parked opposite, with a young man in sunglasses, dressed in branded clothes, leaning against the car door exuding a relaxed tension.

Simply put, it was an attempt to attract attention through pretended ease.

"A classic rich kid chasing a wealthy beauty?"

Qin Shi was amused; a young single lady like Miss Lin, who drove a million-dollar car and had a fairly decent and leisurely job, surely wouldn’t lack suitors.

With numerous pursuers, it’s inevitable to have flashy ones stand out.

"What’s going on?"

Lin Yunqing, disturbed by the unexpected commotion, lightly frowned.

"Just some punks making a fuss. Don’t worry, Miss Lin, I’ll drive them away."

Brother Zhang puffed out his chest, believing he had seized a perfect chance to play the hero and approached the rowdy teenagers in large strides.

"Know where you are! Miss Lin’s Advanced Class only accepts students under fourteen..."

Being a graduate of a prestigious university in the Tai’an Metropolitan Area, Brother Zhang’s life force development was not low, at least around twelve points.

But just as he neared the unruly teens, one of them, with red-dyed hair and flowery tattoos, smacked him. His hand moved as fast and precise as a cannonball.

Smack!

Brother Zhang, along with his glasses, was smacked flying!

"We’re here for Miss Lin’s class, none of your business! Four-eyes!"

The forceful slap swelling Brother Zhang’s cheek and nearly toppling him.

Not far away, Qin Shi raised an eyebrow; this "Red-haired Ghost" was evidently a novice martial artist.

His punches were fast and clean, movements smooth and efficient.

"Little Qin! Call the police, quick! Have these brats arrested..."

Publicly humiliated, Brother Zhang’s face turned red as he furiously yelled.

The rowdy teens, chewing gum, seemed fearless, laughing instead:

"Four-eyes is mad!"

"Brother Kun’s move is awesome!"

"Nicely done..."

Seeing the incident on the verge of turning into a riot, Lin Yunqing tilted her head, her hair cascading like a waterfall over her shoulders:

"You all want to join the Martial Arts Class?"

"Yes, Mrs. Long!"

The unruly teens grinned, calling out "Mrs. Long", which reminded Qin Shi of being harassed by school bullies last life.

"Where’s your Brother Long?"

Lin Yunqing didn’t seem irritated, maintaining her gentle tone.

The red-haired Kun pointed outside:

"Brother Long wants to invite you for dinner, please give him the honor."

Lin Yunqing didn’t shift her gaze, her bright eyes forming crescent arcs, like smiling:

"If I don’t give face, you won’t leave?"

The red-haired Kun, hands in pockets, arrogantly said:

"Just give us a break, Mrs. Long. Brother Long has been pining for you since the last time he saw you at the National Gold Center."

Lin Yunqing smiled wider, her lips curling:

"My classes are expensive, you know."

The red-haired Kun shrugged:

"Brother Long doesn’t lack money, as long as you step out, we’ll buy however many classes you’re selling."

Lin Yunqing nodded:

"Little Qin Assist Coach, please help these guys to pay the registration fee, each for ten lessons."

With a friendly face, Qin Shi led the flashy bunch to the front desk, catching a glimpse of their arm tattoos, recognizing a black fist emblem.

"Could they be related to Brother Ze’s Righteous Fist Society?"

After completing the registration process, Lin Yunqing continued:

"You hurt my colleague, surely compensation for medical expenses is needed."

The red-haired Kun nonchalantly threw a wad of hundred-yuan bills at Zhang:

"Here, go see a doctor, four-eyes! Next time you play hero, practice more!"

Lin Yunqing, appearing forever gentle and soft, turned her head toward Qin Shi, trying to blend in discreetly:

"Little Qin Assist Coach, could you take them to the conference room? I’ll be there shortly."

This woman might be using me as a shield?

Qin Shi’s heart skipped a beat, sensing he might get involved, unwittingly becoming an imaginary rival, targeted by this Brother Long.

"Women are indeed the root of troubles..."

Smiling while serving, Qin Shi secretly pondered, if Miss Lin made any overly close moves, he would immediately slip away.

Leading the rascals into the conference room, waiting for around five minutes, Lin Yunqing entered.

The elegant teacher had changed into a pink tracksuit suitable for activities, her flats replaced with running shoes.

"Miss Lin..."

Qin Shi rose, ready to leave.

"Little Qin Assist Coach, help me take down my glasses and close the door."

Lin Yunqing instructed.

Before Qin Shi could respond, she handed him her frameless glasses.

Then, facing the rowdy teens, she smiled:

"Everyone stand up, class is starting."

For some reason, the unapologetically seated teens, whether on the sofa or at the long table, obediently stood up.

The red-haired Kun walked forward, still with a grin, but before he could speak, his face stiffened!

A fair fist shot out like a tank shell, twisting his head, slamming him against the wall.

Then, five fingers grabbed his red hair, yanking it heavily on the ground!

Thud!

Finally, holding his head, his terrified face roughly dragged along the wall, leaving a glaring streak of blood.

"Mrs. Long? Your mother!"