Mingchao: The Survival Journey of a Comedian

Chapter 49 This is the real nurturing (1)

I woke up very early, and when I sat up, the sky was still dim and I couldn't see any light.

I covered my head with one hand, feeling a sharp, throbbing pain, as if someone had been nagging me all night; my head was completely disoriented.

"I didn't do anything last night...why does my head hurt so much?"

"Are you overthinking it?"

After a quick wash, he pushed open the door and saw the figure in blue carrying something as it walked towards him.

Luckily, he was careful when he pushed the door open, otherwise he would have bumped into the other person.

"Huo Huo? You're up so early?"

"This is……"

Rubbing his sleepy eyes, he then noticed the cup of warm milk and the bowl of noodles the child was holding. The rising steam indicated that everything had just been cooked.

"I just woke up a little while ago, and I thought you probably hadn't eaten breakfast before you went to make it."

"...I'm not hungry."

He lowered his head, his gaze falling on Ji Yan, who was a head shorter than him. As expected, a few seconds later, he heard a rumbling stomach—clearly Ji Yan's "protest."

He knew that saying those words would definitely trigger some kind of effect that was bound to happen.

"I don't think so~"

"You eat, I'm not hungry yet."

"teacher……"

Meeting the other's pitiful gaze, he felt himself wavering again—no! Although the child meant well, taking care of the other's health was the most important thing.

"It's just breakfast. If it's really not enough, the teacher can make it herself later."

"You're still growing... uh..."

"The teacher isn't in a rush."

His body is only 16 years old; he'll definitely grow taller. He can't believe he'll never reach 1.8 meters in his next life.

I can't believe it! (▼皿▼)

After being ruthlessly rejected, Ji Yan, though knowing the other party meant well, still couldn't help but feel hurt. Nevertheless, he obediently went to the dining table and silently began to eat.

"Teacher, everything is prepared in the kitchen."

"Do what you want to do."

The person hadn't even considered eating anything; they were currently surveying the outside environment to find a suitable spot for training, and hadn't given the matter of food a second thought.

"No rush, no rush, take your time."

"You can't rush eating."

"But teacher, if we don't do it now, we'll run out of time."

You promised me.

"..."

Excellent, a very powerful statement. Teachers, in particular, cannot break their promises!

As he walked into the kitchen, he pondered what to make for himself: what could he make that would not waste ingredients and that he could eat himself?

The only flavor I can taste right now is spiciness, but I definitely can't put a bunch of chili peppers in the pot first thing in the morning because of my aversion to heat, otherwise the child will definitely throw a tantrum.

Why not just fry an egg? It's nutritious and healthy, even though it's completely useless to him.

High-end ingredients often require only the most basic cooking methods. After a long night of hard work, Chef Mo finally took out the eggs and began cooking.

The oil temperature was just right, and the movements were absolutely perfect; an elegant flip of the pan ended the "battle."

Next, they pretended to sprinkle some seasoning on top.

He could sense someone behind him, most likely Ji Yan, but he didn't think much of it and just grabbed a spice bottle that looked like a salt container and sprinkled some on him.

"..."

Turning around, he saw Ji Yan walk in carrying a plate with a complicated expression. He silently looked at the food in Ji Yan's hand, then looked up at him.

"What's wrong? It's perfectly normal to eat this for breakfast, isn't it?"

"Huo Huo?"

Ji Yan silently placed the plate in the sink, then quietly followed behind him. Even after he sat down at the table, Ji Yan didn't stop, remaining as close as a shadow.

"Teacher... that seasoning you just took..."

It's actually sugar

Before he could finish speaking, he saw the other person nonchalantly stuff the egg into their mouth, even chewing it a couple of times.

"What's wrong? Is there any problem?"

Mo Wunian had no idea what the consequences of his actions would be. Since he had no sense of taste, eating this stuff felt like chewing rubber, and the texture was even worse than rubber.

"...Teacher...do you like sweets?"

"I do like desserts, but what does that have to do with the present?"

"..."

Ji Yan stared at the still oblivious Mo Wunian, a bold conjecture suddenly rising in his mind. Under the table, his fingers unconsciously tightened around the hem of his clothes, his emotions subtly tensing.

Watching the person packing up and seeing them walk away, he decided to verify it at noon.

If it's true... then my teacher's situation is a bit too tragic.

Completely unaware that his loss of taste was about to be exposed, the person was still happily preparing for his training: (′▽｀)ノ?

After quickly packing their things, they led the other person outside to a relatively spacious open area, where they tossed the wooden training sword over.

"then"

He watched as the wooden sword he had swung traced a graceful arc in the air before landing steadily in Ji Yan's hand, and nodded in satisfaction.

Then he pulled out another sword—definitely not the one that belonged to his original body.

After all, if he were to actually draw his sword, he couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't injure his opponent.

Besides, he made a vow.

"Before we actually start training you"

"Let me first see what your basic skills are like?"

"So... now unleash your full offensive power!"

Upon hearing this, the person standing opposite him paused, clearly confirming that the speaker was not joking. After a moment, a resolute glint flashed in his eyes, and he nodded solemnly. Then, he assumed a fighting stance and charged forward without hesitation.

"I can only say he truly deserves to be a future general..."

Holding the sword in one hand, although he never took the initiative to attack, each strike perfectly deflected the opponent's sword, and he could even counterattack from time to time, forcing the opponent to defend:

But he knew in his heart that he was just bullying a child.

Although he's being lenient, he can't be too harsh on students.

Such reaction speed and combat strategy... if it were any bigger, I probably wouldn't have it so easy.

It's definitely impossible to hold it with one hand at least.

"Although there's a gap compared to Xiaobai... it's not the kind of strength a normal kid should have..."

He silently repeated it to himself, then quickly focused his attention on the person in front of him.

Ji Yan was also somewhat frustrated. Several of his attacks were easily blocked, and he was even able to counterattack by exploiting the openings in his attacks from time to time.

My teacher is really strong!

"Ji Yan, you're a Resonator, right?"

With a slight flick to the left, he swiftly deflected his opponent's attack that was returning to him. He took a few steps back, raised his head, and asked his opponent a question.

"Yes"

"Then use your resonance ability too."

"teacher?"

The opponent dared to be distracted at this moment, remaining outwardly calm and composed, revealing no weakness, but his movements became even more swift and fierce. With a slight adjustment of his strength, he thrust his wooden sword precisely towards the opponent's shoulder.

"Don't get distracted! You're distracted just because the enemy said a few words to you?"

Don't worry about hurting me.

"Although I, your teacher, am not a resonance participant, I am far superior to them in some aspects!"

The spot where he had been stabbed was already throbbing slightly, and he knew that his momentary lapse in concentration was indeed wrong. Ji Yan also became serious, instantly activating his wind-based resonance ability, creating gusts of wind around him.

"...The frequency has become restless."

To be honest, he hadn't fought with a Resonator in a long time.

I think the last time was when I played with Xiaobai, who was only 6 years old.

He became a little more serious, and then he saw his opponent suddenly appear in front of him in almost an instant.

Although somewhat shocked, he quickly recovered and raised his sword to strike back. The wind whistled past his face, causing a slight sting.

But the next moment, he sensed a change in the wind direction, and dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the wind blade thrown at him.

"This trick is actually quite useful. It would be very convenient to use it to ambush someone, right?"

If it weren't for his extraordinary sensitivity to frequencies, he might not have realized anything at all; someone else might have succeeded.

Meanwhile, Ji Yan, panting in the distance, sighed as he watched his attack being so easily countered by his opponent.

If sneak attacks don't work, the chance of defeating the opponent head-on is practically zero.

He couldn't hit them, his stamina was failing him, and he couldn't find any openings in their defenses.

Will I disappoint that person?

He gripped the sword tighter and slowly closed his eyes:

At this point, Mo Wunian also felt that it was about time. After a brief exchange, he could tell that his opponent had a very solid foundation.

Just as he was about to ask the other party to stop and rest for a while, he felt the frequency on the other party's side suddenly surge again.

Suddenly looking up, he saw a wisp of azure wind condense on the opponent's sword, centered on the tip, controlling all the surrounding air currents. Then, with a powerful leap, the opponent charged towards him with overwhelming force.

Her eyes seemed a little blurry.

"...Overusing resonance ability? Surely not?!"

"Oh no! Did I push you too hard?"

He showed no panic at the impending attack; instead, a sense of doubt arose in his mind: Had he spoiled this child?!

"Let's stop it first... If that doesn't work, we can apologize later!"

"We can't hurt him... It's alright then, I'll take the hurt myself."

The wooden sword in his hand was clearly no match for this attack. He flung the wooden sword aside, and his own sword slowly materialized from the void. Without any attempt to dodge, he met the attack head-on.

From Ji Yan's perspective, all he saw was the other person drop their weapon and gaze at him tenderly.

No action whatsoever

No! You mustn't! Don't lay a hand on him!

My mind was screaming internally, wanting to retract my move... but it seemed too late.

His attack drew ever closer to the person, yet the person made no move. He regretted it.

"Watch closely, avoid fire."

"Your move still has a significant flaw."

He felt his aura crumble instantly, and the fluctuations around him abruptly cease. Then, a sharp sword flashed past his eye, slicing through his attack, and a strand of hair fell to the ground. Before he could even realize what had happened, he felt a warm hand gently pat his shoulder.

"Well done... but don't overdo it with your resonance abilities next time."

"Your own body is the most important thing."

His body went limp instantly, and with a slight tremor, he slowly turned around. He saw the man nonchalantly wiping the bloodstains from his face, a result of the attack. The sword that had just been drawn had vanished without a trace.

"teacher……"

Before he could even apologize, he was tightly embraced. Looking at the little boy with his head buried in his chest, he was caught in a dilemma—unable to push him away, yet unsure how to respond.

In the end, Mo Wunian, who was teaching for the first time, could only gently pat the other person's back, trying to offer some comfort, overwhelmed with a mixture of helplessness and tenderness.

"It's my fault, it's my fault... I'm so sorry..."

"I've long seen that your foundation is very good... You shouldn't keep wasting time like this..."

But why do I feel the person in my arms holding me even tighter? Was my apology not sincere enough?!

In the end, he pulled the other person out, and looking at Ji Yan, whose expression was once again somewhat out of control, he felt a few other thoughts—

Does he have a camera? He'll take a picture and then use it to threaten the other person when he gets back!

The other person looks so cute right now!

More weird attributes have been added (*′I`*)

"Are you feeling unwell after overusing the resonance? Why don't you rest for a while and I'll demonstrate the Night Return Army's standard sword technique for you?"

"Why didn't you move away...?"

"???"

The other person gently touched the wound on my face, and I was somewhat shocked to see their pained expression—I felt a strange sense of satisfaction inside me!

"If I dodge, you won't be able to stop this attack."

"It wouldn't be good if you rushed in too far and hurt yourself."

"I don't even care about this little injury, but you..."

"Don't use this move recklessly if you can't control it! I'm not really going to have a life-or-death duel with you!"

He grew angrier the more he talked. When he saw the other person use that move, he was filled with the thought of what would happen if he hadn't reacted and the other person had gotten hurt!

Although one possesses medical talent, injuries still cause pain.

Seeing that the other party seemed completely unconcerned about his health, Ji Yan felt increasingly uneasy, and a sense of foreboding welled up inside him.

I feel that if the other person continues with this personality, something bad is bound to happen in the future.

"Have you forgotten what your teacher's skill level is like again?"

"But teacher, your face..."

"A scar is a man's best proof!"

"...Uh, if you don't have it, it's proof of your strength!"

Having scars or anything like that means he's injured, right? He certainly doesn't want such a cute (scratch that) handsome student of his to have a bunch of scars on his body.

He patted the other person on the head, telling him not to think so much, then looked up at the sky and realized it was almost noon.

Wow, they've been fighting for so long without me even realizing it. No wonder they've pushed each other to that point...

It's his fault again, as the teacher!

I must write it down in my diary to remind myself.

Turning his head to look at Ji Yan, who was standing there in a daze, he slowly walked over and extended his hand to him.

"It's time for lunch; health is the foundation of everything."

You're still young.

There is plenty of time for growth.

A 10-year-old child certainly has more room to grow than him.

As someone from the future, he naturally knew that the other party could definitely do what he wanted to do.

Before that, of course, we need to make sure the other person is in good health!