AWB Chapter 48 I Became a Sugar Daddy
Chapter 48 I Became a Sugar Daddy
Experience has shown that the prerequisite for being a good teacher is to handle one's own affairs well.
For example, he should first think about how to deal with the situation of being homeless and having very little money in his pocket.
"..."
He had just said goodbye to his student and promised to arrange training for him tomorrow, but the next moment he couldn't find a place to stay.
The memory compression was too severe, and no one told him that his previous self usually stayed in the military camp!
It wasn't that he didn't want to stay in the military camp, but mainly because the recruit ceremony had ended and the higher-ups were holding some kind of meeting, the military camp was closed off.
He's now practically penniless – no money, no house, no connections.
Is he really going to have to sleep on the streets today?
"Is that all the money you have? Is it enough to get a room in a hotel for the night?"
"It seems like they're going to start some kind of event again... all the hotels are about to be booked."
"Oh no! Am I really going to have to sleep on the street tonight?"
After being politely turned down by hotels for the nth time, and with the sky growing increasingly dark, he resignedly decided to find a bench to sleep on for the night.
"Even with subsidies, this can't withstand such waste..."
While outwardly still complaining, he had already sat down on a park bench.
Looking up at the starry sky, I sighed dejectedly. I consoled myself that it wasn't the first time I'd slept on a park bench; I'd get used to it.
"...Why can't I sleep well anymore?"
"You slept for so long in the wasteland of Beiluoye, and now there's a bench for you to sleep on, and you still can't get used to it..."
"My brain, please stop thinking!!!"
The quiet of the night... is the perfect time for a man to contemplate important matters of the future.
After dealing with all those troublesome matters, many past events and possible scenarios began to surface in his mind.
What's the situation with the Wanderer and the future Ji Yan? How is Xiao Bai doing at the Remnant Star Society? And how should I guide Ji Yan's growth at this point in time?
These problems are like stars in the sky; he can't grasp them, he can only let them twinkle and affect his mind.
And... the influence of that person named "Mo Wunian".
He could sense that it was warning him about something, but because that presence was merely a persistent obsession, he had no way to contact it except in very special circumstances.
"..."
What exactly is the world hiding from him? And why are the people around him unwilling to tell him everything...?
At this point, the mysterious hooded man's words seem to be the most credible.
It's true he wanted to kill himself, but he was also the only one willing to tell him the truth.
The situation is unpredictable, and the future is uncertain.
"...Go to sleep first, go to sleep first."
"I still have things to do tomorrow..."
"But something seems off about the sky."
Then the most tragic thing happened: I sat crouching under the eaves of a shop, watching the rain outside drizzling down, and a deep sadness welled up inside me.
"Heavens are torturing me...Heavens are deliberately tormenting me..."
"I was just thinking of making do for one night, but then it started raining..."
Luckily, he reacted quickly; seeing the weather was getting bad, he ran towards the shops on the street, and his clothes weren't even very wet.
It's just that I probably won't get a good night's sleep tonight. Experiencing being homeless for the first time in this world is quite a strange feeling.
"Brother Chao... I miss you a little..."
"I've never been homeless when I'm with you..."
"Waaaaah... When do the military pay salaries...?"
Hiding under the eaves, he silently dried his clothes, gazing at the brightly lit streets, before finally moving to another corner to continue squatting.
After all, we can't disturb other people's business.
He truly never imagined he would end up like this; it was simply because he had been by the protagonist's side for too long.
Everyone's forgotten that this world is about transactions with money.
"Why not just stop sleeping and think about future plans and cultivation?"
"I'm already cultivating immortality, why would I care about sleeping!"
"If you don't work harder, what right do you have to be his teacher!"
Anyway, he probably won't be able to sleep in this situation; he's thinking about too many things and has a terrible headache.
It would be better to hone your skills first and master the abilities that key has given you.
After all, the ability to briefly freeze time and space is incredibly powerful, and he could sense that his control over time and space was far more than that.
This force can do many more things.
In the rain, he slowly closed his eyes and began to manipulate the energy within his body. It was clear this body was well-suited for cultivation; he could feel his injuries healing little by little without much effort.
Occasionally, water would splash onto his face, but he couldn't be bothered to care.
Isn't it more effective to cultivate while listening to the sound of rain?
He would never admit that he was acting this way because he genuinely had nowhere else to live.
"……teacher?"
He suddenly opened his eyes and sensed a familiar frequency quietly approaching. Looking up, he saw the child already standing quietly in front of him, silently holding an umbrella over him.
The umbrella was rather flimsy, barely enough to shield the two of them. The other person clearly noticed this, and subtly adjusted the umbrella, tilting it towards themselves. As a result, rainwater soaked half of their hair, which clung to their cheeks and streamed down their face.
"Ji Yan? What are you doing here?"
"I'm not worried about getting wet, you hang in there."
He quickly moved the umbrella back towards the other person, waving his hands repeatedly to indicate that it was nothing, but he just felt guilty for being stared at by a child for no reason.
"...Does the teacher not have a place to stay?"
"not me……"
"Teacher, you used to live in the military camp, right? But because the recruit ceremony was closed, you couldn't find a place to stay?"
"Uh……"
"There's an event coming up soon, so you probably can't find a hotel, right?"
"I……"
The person was completely speechless, because what they said was true, and there was no way to refute it.
Once again, he was punished by a child. He propped up half his cheek with one hand, letting the rain pour down and soak his clothes. He dared not look up, afraid to see the golden pupils of the person in front of him.
My dignity as a teacher shattered before it even began...
He really can't do anything!
After asking those questions, Ji Yan fell silent, his gaze fixed on the figure huddled in the corner. The umbrella in his hand tilted unconsciously, shifting towards the other person, and a deep, indescribable pain gradually surfaced in the depths of his golden pupils.
If this direction hadn't just happened to be his way back...
If he hadn't been observant enough to notice someone squatting there...
Is my teacher just going to squat here all night?
The person who was willing to ruin their future stayed in this corner, watching the lights of thousands of homes, getting soaked in the rain... spending the night alone.
He almost forgot—
His teacher has no home.
"...Teacher, if you don't mind, my house has a guest room."
You can come to my place.
"Won't this be too much trouble for you? I can actually make do with sleeping outside for one night..."
"My mother has been very busy lately, and I'm all alone at home, so I won't bother anyone!"
Before he could even say a few words, the person in front of him had already thrown away the umbrella and forcefully tried to pull him up. Afraid the other person would trip, he had no choice but to hurriedly stand up, looking at them with a sense of helplessness.
"Avoid fire..."
"Teacher, you have already done so much for me."
"I can help you this time."
He picked up the umbrella from the side and silently opened it to block the rain. Looking at Ji Yan, who was holding him tightly and wouldn't let go unless he agreed, he sighed inwardly—what could he do?
He understood this mentality to some extent; if a child like this only sees others doing things for them but cannot reciprocate, they will indeed develop some inner problems.
"Thank you, Huo Huo."
I'll find a chance to move out later.
Walking slowly towards Ji Yan's house through the rain, a pang of heartache flashed in her eyes as she looked at the child, soaked to the bone.
On the surface, he didn't do anything, but in reality, he was secretly using his cultivated energy to gradually dry the other person's clothes.
I can do my own thing later.
While he was engrossed in drying the other person's clothes and hair, he naturally overlooked the fleeting glint in their eyes and the tightening grip on their hand:
Deep down, he didn't want that person to move out—he wanted that person to stay by his side.
But as soon as the thought crossed his mind, he snapped back to reality and shook his head violently.
How could I have even thought of that?! That person's future has already been ruined because of me!
How can I keep that person by my side?
But... it must be very difficult for that person to find a place to stay outside, right?
Staying with them would make it easier to train him, and I could also offer some help, right?
"What's wrong? Huo Huo, you look like you have something on your mind."
Tell me what's wrong.
"No...nothing"
The sound of rain masked the other person's nervous voice, so Mo Wunian didn't notice anything amiss. He simply nodded and gently patted the other person's head.
"Um"
"If you need anything, just let me know. After all, I should be doing something while staying at your place."
"Taking things for free is not a good habit."
As the door opened and the lights gradually came on, Ji Yan followed her into the guest room. Before she could do anything with him, he pressed her down into a chair and handed her a towel.
"Teacher, I'll go tidy up the guest room first."
"The tea is on the table; have some to warm yourself up."
"There might not be any clothes that fit you here..."
This arrangement was too perfect; he quickly stopped the other person and said there was no need to rush.
"It's alright, it's alright, I'll handle the clothes."
"I can tidy up the room. It's late now, you should go and get some rest."
"You have training tomorrow, and the official assembly is in a few days."
He didn't intend to hide it from her, quickly dried his clothes, and then, to her astonishment, pinched her cheek.
"Your teacher is very strong."
"While I'm not exactly a follower, we're pretty much the same in some ways."
"Um...do you have any notebooks or anything like that?"
Ji Yan watched as the other person effortlessly dried their clothes, instantly understanding why he had returned feeling so dry.
Upon hearing this, he was taken aback at first, then nodded and quickly ran back to the room. A moment later, he returned with a notebook and carefully handed it to him.
"Teacher, do you think this notebook is okay?"
"That's enough, that's enough. This thickness should be sufficient for writing."
"...Huo Huo, I'll have to trouble you these days. Go and rest now, I'll be doing some things myself."
"No, no, it's me who should be bothering you, teacher. You can call me if you need anything..."
Unable to refuse, he then used his abilities as a teacher:
"I'm your teacher, there are some things that only I can do."
Go get some rest.
So, with a combination of persuasion and manual intervention, he forcibly pushed the other person into the room, and only after confirming that there was no further movement did he turn around and return to the guest room.
He sat down in his chair, gently placed his notebook on the desk, and opened it to the first blank page. Picking up a pen, he closed his eyes and fell into deep thought.
"A plan is essential for effective organization... after all, I'm training a future general."
"If I mess this up, I can atone with my death the next day..."
"...Yes! I must remind myself not to mess this up!"
The image of that person from the future kept appearing in his mind, and what impressed him most was the deep longing in their eyes as they looked at him.
Looking at it this way, I think I've done a pretty good job as a teacher over the past few years. At least three years have passed, and they still recognized me the moment they saw me.
"In that case, let's do it according to our own wishes!"
The pen tip lightly touched the blank page, swiftly tracing a line of ink across the paper.
However, this page was quickly turned over, and on the new blank page, detailed plans and ideas were outlined.
"Let's start with the basics... Let's see how his foundation is tomorrow..."
"Then I'll give him a brief demonstration of the Night Return Army's standard swordsmanship..."
"Hmm... let's arrange it like this for the first day..."
"I can't neglect my own cultivation... otherwise, it would be terrible if I had to be protected by my students..."
Thinking about this made him even more awake, even though he wasn't particularly sleepy to begin with.
Even though he was a consciousness that transmigrated, he can still cultivate in all the necessary ways, and the effects of the potion are still present in his body: he's not hungry, but food has no taste.
He used to dislike it, but now he thinks it's wonderful.
—It can save so much trouble!
We're already short of money, and we're living with other people, so with less money for food, we're naturally cutting back on expenses!
After figuring things out, he put the diary into his spatial storage, then sat down on the edge of the bed, slumped over, and collapsed onto it.
"...It seems that Mo Wunian must have died in the Battle of the Curved Blades."
"This means I cannot die in the upcoming war."
"..."
What if I die prematurely?
He dismissed the idea as soon as it popped into his head: if he had truly died prematurely, the future would likely have changed accordingly, and the things those people said later wouldn't have happened.
But what is the problem?
Didn't I rescue Bei Wang without authorization this time? Why wasn't I locked onto?
Is it because the person you saved rarely appears in the game? Or is it because they have no place in the subsequent storyline and therefore will not have any impact on the main plot?
"...I kind of miss the system."
"Why is it that after transmigrating, I'm constantly missing someone else?!"
He felt the system should be able to answer these questions, but unfortunately, that guy was undergoing repairs because he'd been traumatized by the hooded man, so he could only wait.
I lay in bed, covered my head with a pillow, and forced myself to calm down and stop thinking about so many things.
Now he has only one goal—to guide and teach that person to grow.
His consciousness became a little hazy, and he eventually fell asleep. In his dream, he seemed to see another version of himself:
From the moment you were born, everyone's fate was intertwined with yours.
Please...
Please help them.