I Can Replicate Martial Arts-Chapter 145 - 82: It’s Pretty Good Being a Teacher for the First Time

Chapter 145: Chapter 82: It’s Pretty Good Being a Teacher for the First Time

Zhao Rui assigned some after-class homework, then ended the lesson.

Watching the parents pick up their children one by one, Teacher Song hurried over, a bit embarrassed. He said, "These kids all paid their tuition in advance, but the previous two instructors weren’t very good, and the parents were all dissatisfied..."

"Oh! It’s fine. I get paid by the day," Zhao Rui said with a faint smile.

"Er..."

Boss Song smiled awkwardly and said, "I know, I know. Here’s today’s pay. I’ll transfer it to you."

With a DING, a notification for a 300-yuan transfer appeared on Zhao Rui’s WeChat.

He casually tapped to accept the money, said goodbye to Boss Song, and left the Celestial Pride Martial Arts Hall.

The night was hazy and the neon lights were dazzling. Counting the ten new reserve Advancement Points on his system panel, Zhao Rui was in a pretty good mood.

’If I can learn all these, it’ll almost be equivalent to half a year’s worth of gains.’

’It seems that in the future, I should look to high-level sources to improve the quality of my Martial Arts, but to raise my Cultivation, I’ll have to look to low-level ones.’

’The more common and widespread they are, the more variety there’ll be.’

Half an hour later, Zhao Rui rode his bike home. The moment he walked in, he saw Zhao Ke lounging on the sofa, watching TV.

In front of him were cherries and other fruits they didn’t usually buy.

"Who bought these?" Zhao Rui asked curiously.

"Tian Yaru bought them. She took me out for a huge lunch, and it cost over two thousand yuan!" Zhao Ke said with a mischievous grin.

"Holy crap!"

Zhao Rui was speechless. He’d worked his butt off teaching for a whole evening just to make three hundred yuan.

’Does being rich mean you can just do whatever you want?!’

...

The next day, Zhao Rui got up early and went to the small grove outside his residential complex to practice his forms.

’Enough relaxing. Time to get back to a normal routine.’

’Once I break through to the Grandmaster Realm, I won’t need this kind of day-in, day-out grinding process anymore.’

He spent the entire morning training and studying Martial Arts. In the afternoon, he got a call from the Huasheng Club, saying a few people wanted to book a lesson with him.

But they wanted to see what he was made of first.

Zhao Rui didn’t mind. It was a two-way street, after all. He hung up and rode over.

The ones looking for him were four young people in their early twenties, two men and two women.

The men were average-looking, but the women were quite attractive.

Their figures and looks were impeccable.

They all looked like models.

The four of them sized up Zhao Rui, then suggested they see what Teacher Zhao was capable of.

Zhao Rui didn’t hold back. He directly performed a set of the Prajna Palm, which immediately made their eyes light up.

This was an expert’s art, something rarely seen in public.

Their doubts instantly vanished, and they immediately agreed to have Zhao Rui teach them.

But Zhao Rui wasn’t just playing teacher for fun. After they had interviewed him, it was his turn to interview them.

He asked the four about the Martial Arts they had learned.

As it turned out, two of them weren’t suitable—their Martial Arts were the same as what the group of kids were learning.

Frustrated, Zhao Rui had to turn down these two students.

And as luck would have it, both of those students were the women.

The two women’s expressions immediately soured. They felt Zhao Rui was being picky and putting on airs. ’Who would even want to train with you anyway?’

Zhao Rui couldn’t even be bothered to listen to such talk.

He scheduled a teaching time with the two male students, then turned and left the Martial Arts Dojo.

"So pretentious. Who does he think he is? Do you have any other instructors at this hall? Money is no object," the two girls said haughtily, clearly from well-off families.

"Yes, yes, of course we do!"

The dojo’s receptionist immediately beamed and started introducing other instructors to the pair.

That evening, Zhao Rui went back to the Celestial Pride Martial Arts Hall as usual to teach the group of kids.

This time, he didn’t test them one by one. Instead, he assigned different training tasks based on their levels and had them practice in sequence.

He, in turn, analyzed their performance and gave them pointers based on their individual training situations.

While they were training, Zhao Rui would conduct targeted, one-on-one combat "guidance" with a specific student.

This way, he could copy at least thirty percent each day, basically allowing him to copy a complete set of Martial Arts every three days.

The efficiency was decent. He estimated that by the time school started, he’d have copied them all.

Now that he had a job, Zhao Rui’s days instantly became much fuller.

「In the blink of an eye, it was the twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month.」

His First Uncle’s family drove back from the provincial capital, preparing to return to their ancestral home for the New Year.

In previous years, his uncle would always go straight to their ancestral home, rarely stopping in Lin City.

This time, his uncle’s family made a special detour to visit Zhao Rui’s home first.

Not only did they visit, but they also brought many gifts.

His older cousin had even personally picked out two expensive outfits and a pair of brand-name basketball shoes for him.

She said that her husband, Zheng Huai Peak, had specifically asked her to bring them.

Zhao Jincheng and his wife didn’t know who Zheng Huai Peak was, but they could guess that their son must have done something.

Otherwise, the eldest brother’s family wouldn’t be so polite.

Zhao Rui wasn’t modest either and accepted everything calmly.

At noon, the two families had a meal together at a restaurant in the city. After eating, the eldest brother’s family headed back to Yishui County first.

Zhao Rui’s family had to wait until New Year’s Eve, as Zhao Jincheng had to finish his morning shift at work before they could go back.

For the New Year, as long as the older generation was still around, the sons would all gather back at the ancestral home.

Because their roots were there.

After seeing his uncle’s family off, Zhao Rui and his brother went home and helped their mother, Xue Wenhui, give the house a thorough cleaning from top to bottom.

To welcome the new year spick and span.

The New Year arrived, bringing joyful celebration!

With the warmth of spring, may all your wishes come true!

...

On the afternoon of New Year’s Eve, after packing up, Zhao Rui’s family hurriedly rushed back to their ancestral home.

This time, Zhao Jincheng received a level of courtesy he hadn’t experienced in over forty years.

It made his steps feel unsteady, as if he were walking on air; the whole thing felt surreal.

After everyone had taken a seat in the main hall, drinking tea and talking about what Zhao Rui had done...

Zhao Jincheng and his wife were utterly stunned. ’Our son did all that?’

Although Zhao Jinguo didn’t know the details of what happened on the train, he still conveyed the story of how Zhao Rui had risked his life to save Zheng Huai Peak.

As for the rescue of Zhao Jinze, since he was the one who had been saved, he naturally told the story with much more vivid detail.

How could this not shock the honest, down-to-earth Zhao Jincheng and his wife?

After a moment of stunned silence, Zhao Jincheng decisively grabbed the worn-out broom by the door and charged at Zhao Rui.

"I’ll beat you to death, you little bastard! I spend money to raise you just so you can go risk your life?!"

"If anything had happened to you, how would we go on living!"

"You get back here! Stop running!"

As if Zhao Rui would listen. He bolted and ran outside, begging for mercy as he went, "Dad, I won’t do it again!"

Back in the main hall, the eldest and third brothers looked at each other, thinking how awkward what the second brother, Zhao Jincheng, had just said sounded.

’So I guess we weren’t worth saving, huh?’

’His emotional intelligence is the same as always!’