Naming Technique of the Night

The man on the phone said coldly, "Get back."

After that, he hung up.

The woman was stunned: usually, as long as she made a fuss, the man would satisfy her demands, willing to buy her anything she wanted.

But today was different from the past; making a scene didn't work!

Inside the Martial Arts School, a student was crying out, "Mommy, save me, the instructor is beating me!"

However, this woman turned and left without any hesitation.

Even though her son inside was nearly crying himself unconscious, the woman did not look back.

Making a scene was her way of taking control in communication, but she wasn't foolish.

People who could eat Dragon Fish and remain unaffected were a rare find in the Li Family, maybe one in over a decade.

It was also rare for something to make her man, who held a significant position in the Directorate of Military Intelligence, dare not back her up.

What was the Dragon Fish? It was the precious darling of that old master of the Li Family.

The other women who had come to create trouble saw that she made a phone call and then quickly left with a change in expression.

They looked at each other and followed suit, leaving in quick succession.

Mountain Chief Li Liheng was astonished by this scene. The last time he had used the ruler to discipline students was over ten years ago when he was middle-aged and not yet old.

That time, the mother of the student, also his sister, rushed over and almost tore off his beard, leaving a bald patch on his scalp.

So how come this time, several students' mothers had made it all the way to the door of the Martial Arts School only to leave in such a disheartened manner?

Mountain Chief Li Liheng approached the entrance of the Martial Arts School, and when he saw that string of fish bones, his eyes popped.

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Inside the Martial Arts School.

Qing Yi was sitting under the ginkgo tree, waiting left and right, but the arrival of students' parents to make a fuss never came, which made him feel that something was off.

The boy with the watermelon haircut snuck to the entrance of the Martial Arts School to check out the situation, but the doorway was empty, with no one around. Only a string of fish bones hung on the porch, swaying...

"Looking for something?"

Qing Yi was startled and, turning around, he saw Qing Chen standing behind him with a smile on his face.

He quickly said, "Uncle Qing Chen, you really know how to run a school. I did not expect that you'd be able to keep things in order on your first day, I'm truly amazed."

"Go back to class," Qing Chen said with a smile: "You'll have many more days to be amazed in the future."

Qing Yi always felt there was more to Qing Chen's words. A chill seemed to sweep over his back, making the hairs on it stand up.

As Qing Chen turned and went back to the Martial Arts School, his speculation about Qing Yi's identity made him feel that even if the latter were a Time Traveler, he didn't seem to play a role like Huan Yu.

Though Qing Yi was precocious and scheming, he was still confined to the behaviors of a child, nothing particularly worrisome.

But Huan Yu was different. That Time Traveler, working behind the scenes, imposed a far more terrifying sense of oppression on other Time Travelers.
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At this moment, the students of the Martial Arts School seeing that no one came to rescue them, had gradually stopped crying.

Seeing that they stopped crying, Qing Chen laughed and said, "So you actually thought of making your parents come and trouble me? This time, you've really landed yourselves in hot water. Starting today, I'm setting rules for you, anyone who dares bring a Servant to school gets whipped five times, and anyone who dares come to school in a carriage, another five lashes."

No sooner had the words left his mouth, the students began to cry once again, and the Martial Arts School was in chaos like a pot of stew.

Qing Chen didn't mind this at all, he knew that once the students went home and had a good talk with their parents after school today, they would understand what's important.

The other instructors in the school at this moment were all hiding in the adjoining courtyard, eavesdropping.

Zhou Xingwen murmured with a grave expression, "That's it? It's solved, just like that? Huh?"

"But I think this is a good thing," Luan Fengfeng murmured, "If the school's learning environment improves, isn't that a good thing?"

"Indeed, it is a good thing, but this newbie, this greenhorn, shouldn't be the one to do it," Zhou Xingwen complained.

"Would you dare to do it?" the biology instructor asked.

Zhou Xingwen struggled for a moment and retorted, "So what if I don't dare? None of you dares either, right?"

At that moment, Luan Fengfeng spoke up, "I think it's a good thing that this young man has arrived, think about it, the Mountain Chief is from the Li Family, and many of the students here are connected to him by blood or marriage. Before they come to the Martial Arts School, their mothers, their grandmothers would tell them: 'Don't be afraid of anyone at the school, the Mountain Chief is like your uncle, what's there to be scared of?'"

"Yes," Liu Junkui murmured, "and the Mountain Chief is kind-hearted, someone everyone can push around, so in this situation, who would dare to be strict with the students? I think, the Mountain Chief should be replaced with someone from outside, someone with a higher status and a firmer hand."

Zhou Xingwen frown turned into a deep crease, "You're not thinking of having that young man take over as Mountain Chief, are you?"

Liu Junkui glanced at him and whispered, "It's not impossible... "

The first lesson at the Martial Arts School was over.

To everyone's surprise, Qing Chen didn't teach anything, the entire lesson was spent devising ways to temper the students' characters, and the only sounds that came from the Martial Arts School were crying...

After the class, Qing Chen swaggered off to Dragon Lake, leaving the Mountain Chief and the other instructors to spend quite some time pacifying the students before order in teaching was restored.

Qing Chen followed the route he remembered toward Dragon Lake, unimpeded by anyone, with no students' parents ambushing him with bricks on the way.

Upon arriving at Dragon Lake, the elderly man was sitting quietly on the broken bridge, fishing, still holding the underwater monitor, slowly and leisurely searching for traces of the Dragon Fish.

This time, Qing Chen had brought his own little stool from the school, and he seated himself beside the old man with audacity, "You heard about this morning's proceedings, didn't you?"

The old man sighed, "I would have never thought, not only do you eat fish meat, but you even make use of the bones."

"Make the most of everything," Qing Chen said calmly, "The academic atmosphere at Li's School isn't right, and that's not good for the Li Family either."

"Up to you," the old man replied indifferently, "It's just a school after all. I don't believe you can really cause much of a stir there, let alone mess things up."

"If you say so, then I'm relieved," Qing Chen replied casually, "By the way, how good are you at fishing? If you don't catch anything today, does that mean I won't be able to eat Dragon Fish?"

The old man glared at him, "So you expect to eat it every day? And if you don't get to eat, are you going to blame my fishing skills?"

After a moment of thought, Qing Chen said, "The main thing is, eating just one doesn't really help much."

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A 5000-character chapter, another one coming at 11 p.m.

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