Chapter 10: First time having a wife, it’s really not…
A night of sweet dreams.
Jian Tang had learned his lesson from almost being late the day before and set an alarm before going to bed. The moment it rang the next day, his eyes snapped open.
Get up, fold the quilt, change clothes, pull open the curtains—the early morning sunlight spilled into the room, illuminating the energetic, vibrant smile on the youth’s face.
A wonderful day begins!
When Jian Tang walked out of the bedroom and entered the dining area, he was surprised to find someone already sitting at the dining table. Feng Xun had a simple breakfast set out before him: whole-wheat bread with a vegetable salad, and a glass of hot milk beside it.
“Morning,” the man greeted calmly.
Jian Tang froze for a second, then the smile on his lips grew even brighter.
“Morning! Good morning, Wife!”
“…”
How does this kid have such a short memory for pain?
In a great mood, Jian Tang completely ignored the man’s speechless look because he discovered that on the kitchen counter, there was an identical breakfast, clearly left for him.
Wow, the wife prepared breakfast for me! The wife has me in her heart!
“Thank you, Wife!” Jian Tang almost trotted over to pick up his breakfast, happily sitting down across from Feng Xun. “Wife, you’re so good! Thank you, Wife!”
Feng Xun raised an eyebrow slightly.
“You aren’t afraid of me anymore?”
He noticed the youth pause noticeably. Those lively emerald-green eyes darted around, and he began to spout whimsical nonsense.
“Afraid? Not at all, absolutely not.”
“I’m not afraid, I’m just not used to it, since it’s my first time having a wife.”
“I know you’re also a first-time wife, so you’re probably not used to it either. We can take it slow—yes, take it slow.”
Feng Xun finished the last bite of his breakfast with leisurely grace and suddenly stood up. Sure enough, he saw the person opposite him jump visibly, though they quickly straightened their posture, acting as if nothing had happened.
Feng Xun collected his tray and paused suddenly as he passed by the youth.
Jian Tang: “!”
The man leaned down, slowly closing the distance to the youth, who couldn’t help but shrink back. Just a second before the youth was about to scream and bolt, the man stopped perfectly.
“Glad you aren’t afraid.”
He curled his lips, his intentionally lowered, magnetic voice making Jian Tang’s ears feel a bit itchy.
“I hope you… mean what you say.”
Then, he straightened up and strode out of the dining area.
“…”
Jian Tang watched as the man disappeared out the door and immediately clutched his chest, gasping for air as if he’d survived a disaster. He scared me to death! I really thought he was going to bite me just now!
But… what did the wife mean by those words? Was it a threat? No, was he complimenting him? No, no, was it a provocation? Or some kind of encouragement?
Jian Tang pondered for a long time but couldn’t figure it out, finally just shaking his head helplessly. A wife’s heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea; the thoughts of such creatures are truly too hard to understand. =?=
—
Feng Xun was reporting to his workplace for the first time, so he left quite early. It was more than ten minutes after he left that Jian Tang finally headed out.
It was just in time for the crowded morning rush hour, and Jian Tang got a solid experience of what a “packed-solid carriage” felt like. When he got off the bus at his stop, he almost lost his shoes in the crush.
…The fighting strength of human salarymen is terrifying.
Aside from this little episode, Jian Tang’s mood remained excellent. When he hummed a little tune walking into the factory floor, several friends happily greeted him.
“Morning, Little Tang.”
“Good morning, Little Tang!”
“Little Tang, how does it feel to move into your new home? Isn’t it great?”
Jian Tang grinned, his smile radiant. “Of course! The feeling of having a home is just amazing!”
“Wow—that’s great, I’m so happy for you!”
The little monsters gathered together, chattering away happily while preparing for the start of the shift.
“Did the scavenger forget to come and collect the waste again?” Little Zombie complained, sweeping aside the abandoned trash piled up next to his workstation. “This waste smells so bad.”
The useful trash they picked out daily was sent to the next processing stage, while the useless trash was piled up in the corner of the workshop, to be collected and destroyed by the scavengers every night. However, those outsourced scavengers weren’t hardworking; slacking off and skipping work was common. The trash in the workshop had already piled up for three days, almost burying the monsters’ workstations.
“It’s alright,” Little Mud said, unbothered. “It’s only been three days. You haven’t experienced the time we were all soaking in a trash pile for a whole week; that was hell mode.”
Jian Tang nodded, a lingering fear in his heart: as the veteran monster employee in the factory, he hadn’t missed a single one of those catastrophic trash accidents, and every one of them was… er, memorable.
Precisely because he was “battle-hardened,” while the other monsters were still cracking jokes, Jian Tang keenly sensed something was wrong.
…Why is there still no movement from the conveyor belt?
Although it was still five minutes until the official start of work, by convention, the factory would open its gates fifteen minutes early to dump the dungeon trash onto the assembly line via a special dimensional channel.
Jian Tang’s gaze swept across the workshop and finally landed on the Hundred-Eyed Spider Matriarch perched on the ceiling. Because she had to tally the punch-in information transmitted via spider silk, the Spider Matriarch was always busiest at this time every morning. Jian Tang watched for a while and suddenly discovered: the spider’s little thin legs, which were moving so fast they were a blur, weren’t just tallying punch-ins; she was constantly flicking that thickest piece of spider silk, clearly communicating with the Big Boss.
Whatever message the Big Boss transmitted, the fuzz on all eight of the Spider Matriarch’s legs suddenly bristled, then wilted back down.
Jian Tang: ?
The next second, the Hundred-Eyed Spider Matriarch moved her corpulent belly, rolled away from the massive spider web on the ceiling, and with a flexible swing, drifted down the silk to a large black wall covered in mold on the other side of the workshop.
She raised her head and sprayed a large amount of snow-white silk from her chelicerae, writing out the command just received from the boss on the black wall that served as the “bulletin board.”
[URGENT NOTICE, URGENT NOTICE!]
[Three high-profile, luxury supreme VIP guests will arrive in two days!]
[To show our factory’s best face, we are suspending operations for two days, starting today, for a factory-wide grand cleaning!]
[It must be tidy, clean, and spotless. Anyone who doesn’t finish the task is forbidden from leaving work!]
The little bugs secretly stealing mold to eat in the trash pile jumped up in surprise: “What! A grand cleaning?!”
The moss monsters happily swimming in the cracks of the damp floor tiles jumped up: “What! A grand cleaning?!”
The little spiders busily decorating every corner with little spider-web beds jumped up: “What! A grand cleaning?!”
All the monster employees stood dumbfounded. Everyone looked around the workshop piled high with three days of waste and let out a heart-wrenching howl in unison.
“WHAT!! A GRAND CLEANING?!!!”
—
A-City University was a famous institution of higher learning, known nationwide.
The straight-line distance from Happiness Court to the university town where A-City University was located was about 2.5 kilometers. Feng Xun deliberately walked the entire way. By the time he arrived, he had basically cleared up the surrounding environment and situation of his residence.
A-City University’s management was very strict, prohibiting unauthorized personnel from entering at will. Feng Xun was stopped at the main gate. He reported his name, but before he could show the work badge the System had customized for him, the security guard’s face lit up with sudden realization.
“Ah, so you’re Mr. Feng!” The guard’s attitude did a 180-degree turn, becoming extremely enthusiastic. “Director Li already warned us that you’d come to report to the school today, but I didn’t expect you to be so young. I didn’t recognize you just now.”
Director Li.
Was this a colleague he would be working with? Or his superior?
Feng Xun noted it down secretly. He had wanted to ask which office building he needed to report to for his onboarding, but the security guard signaled to a colleague nearby, then walked out of the booth and offered, “Mr. Feng, I’ll show you the way. Since it’s your first time here, you might not find the place.”
“Thank you, I appreciate it.”
The two walked into the campus together. Along the way, they encountered many students heading to classroom buildings, who all cast sidelong glances—the man’s tall, sturdy physique and handsome, heroic features made him exceptionally eye-catching in the crowd.
Feng Xun ignored them, observing the surrounding environment calmly while chatting aimlessly with the guard. Gathering useful intelligence quickly when entering a strange environment was the instinct of a veteran Tasker, regardless of whether he was currently in a dungeon or not.
The security guard was very talkative, introducing every building they passed to Feng Xun: classroom buildings, office buildings, lab buildings, sports buildings, and even dormitories. The campus was huge, and they didn’t stop in front of any of the buildings.
“You can enter from the South Gate next time,” the guard said. “It’s closer to your workshop; walking from the North Gate is too far.”
Workshop?
Feng Xun keenly caught the word. Teachers taught in classrooms, not workshops. What did “workshop” mean?
They gradually moved away from the crowded areas. The path under their feet became narrower and narrower, until finally, there was no longer a flat asphalt road, only a small trail beaten out in the grass.
At the end of the small trail was a two-story white building hidden by a small grove, standing in a corner of the campus. Judging by the peeling wall paint, the building had seen better days. It was broad daylight, yet thick black curtains were drawn over the windows on both floors, as if they were afraid of someone seeing the interior, or perhaps the things inside didn’t like to see the light.
The guard stepped forward and knocked on the door. After a moment, the door opened, and a sturdy middle-aged man walked out.
“Director Li, I’ve brought the person you asked for.” The guard said with a smile, “My work here is done, I’ll go back to my duties.”
“Good, good,” the middle-aged man’s face creased with smiles. “Thank you for your hard work, Old Liu. I’ll treat you to a drink next time!”
After a few polite exchanges, the guard left. The middle-aged man turned his gaze to Feng Xun, who had been left behind, his eyes radiating enthusiastic light.
“Teacher Feng, you’ve finally arrived!”
He didn’t know what the System had brainwashed the other party with, but this “Director Li” acted as if he were very familiar with Feng Xun. Without any introduction, he turned and walked into the house, muttering as he went.
“Oh my, now that an experienced hand like Teacher Feng is here, I can finally rest easy. You don’t know, those newcomers are so clumsy, their work is just so rough. I’ll have to trouble you, an expert, to give them some good guidance later!”
Feng Xun didn’t speak.
The moment the middle-aged man turned around, he had already seen it—the dark stain on the lower right corner of the other man’s sleeve was blood. Human blood.
His smoke-gray eyes flickered slightly, but Feng Xun followed him inside calmly. As he stepped through the door, his footsteps faltered slightly.
—The smell of death.
The small building was filled with an extremely rich scent of death.
He swept his gaze across the room again, and even as steady as he was, he couldn’t help but be stunned. The left and right walls of the first-floor lobby were covered in a dazzling array of human tissues—heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys, nerves, skeletons, chests, waists, arms, and legs—everything you could imagine.
If he hadn’t known clearly that this was reality, just looking at such a bizarre scene layout, one could have opened a horror dungeon all on its own.
Feng Xun frowned, and his stern expression disintegrated the moment he saw what was on the other wall. That wall was also covered in items, but not human tissue—rather, various silk banners and certificates of merit. The golden plaque in the center was especially eye-catching—
[CONGRATULATIONS TO OUR SCHOOL FOR BEING AWARDED THE HONORARY TITLE OF “NATIONAL KEY MEDICAL ORGAN SPECIMEN PRODUCTION DEMONSTRATION BASE” (2044)!]
“…………”
Feng Xun silently retracted the hidden weapon he had been holding in his palm.
Oh.
He thought, expressionless.
So, I’m that kind of teacher.
—A teacher who teaches “silent teachers” (cadavers).
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