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Zhang Feng looked at the newly appearing Happy Coconut while also glancing at the text in his field of vision.

[Objective completed]

[Main quest ’Three Months’ reward: 100 Adventure Experience]

[Adventure Level: 1 (100/200)]

[Four Months Survival reward: 50 Honor]

[Honor Level: 1 (150/200)]

[Because you completed the ’Destiny’ line twice, your ’Initial Enhancement Choice’ received a slight quality improvement]

[Note: The opening enhancement of +1 is included in the total number]

[Example: The original maximum enhancement was ’21’ times, now it will be ’22’]

...

"Enhancement +1, and a quality boost?"

After reading the text, Zhang Feng felt this was a substantial gain.

"If I start with a high-efficiency growth attribute, then all my future training will be twice as effective.

If the next world is suitable and if there’s plenty of time.

I could actually train Hard Qigong and Eight-Step Chasing Cicada to Great Success and see."

While thinking, Zhang Feng picked up the coconut, the size of his head, and went to the kitchen.

During the process of cracking the coconut.

Zhang Feng recalled the events of the previous world and found they were just as he suspected.

The trial and the previous world were truly about saving people.

But it was ’returning to the past,’ altering the destiny line.

Crack—

The coconut opened.

Unlike ordinary coconuts.

This ’text coconut’ had an ample amount of juice, about two liters, and was even chilled right out of the factory.

Zhang Feng picked it up, found a straw, and lay back on the bed, happily drinking coconut juice, "This hydration is quite convenient too, it’s instantly absorbed, no need to worry about drinking too much water and waking up at night."

...

Morning.

After moving his body a bit, Zhang Feng headed to a martial arts gym on the outskirts of the city.

Ten o’clock in the morning.

Arriving at the entrance of the gym.

Zhang Feng saw it had two floors, each about a thousand square meters, similar to a standard-sized medium gym.

Meanwhile.

Two men in their thirties were handing out flyers at the entrance.

They weren’t muscular and didn’t have any martial arts stance.

They simply came to help because it’s a friend’s opening.

"Brother, newly opened, discounts available!"

Seeing Zhang Feng approaching, they handed him a flyer.

"Alright." Zhang Feng glanced over it and then asked, "I’m here to apply for the instructor position, where should I go to get inside?"

"Instructor?" One of the men was taken aback, sizing up Zhang Feng.

He saw that Zhang Feng wasn’t muscular at all.

At most, he had a faint scent of traditional medicine.

"Bro, this isn’t a joke." The tall young man laughed cheerfully, "To hold the place it requires real fighting, not just making a show.

And future challengers might be tough customers.

Are you sure you’re up for it?"

"No problem." Zhang Feng calmly replied.

"Alright." The tall young man nodded, figuring that if someone dared to apply for this position, they must have some skills.

However, he knew he couldn’t test it and didn’t want to anyway.

Since he was just here to help, not to take a beating.

So he said to Zhang Feng, "The Master is in, shall we go meet him?"

"Thank you." Zhang Feng followed him inside.

Looking around, despite several exercise machines, it didn’t feel crowded at all.

There weren’t many people now, just a few students.

"In the back." The tall young man led Zhang Feng further back.

There was more space, a large room without any exercise machines.

In the middle was a large area with interlocking soft flooring.

At this moment.

A man in his thirties was speaking to a sturdy man around forty.

But when Zhang Feng and the tall young man entered.

The man halted his speech and asked the tall young man, "Who is this?"

"This gentleman is here to apply for the instructor position." The tall young man said and then introduced him to Zhang Feng, "This is the Master, Zhuang Dingheng."

"Zhang Feng." Seeing the Master without any martial arts foundation, Zhang Feng stepped forward and extended his hand.

"A pleasure..." Master Zhuang, thinking about his own martial arts gym, wanted to clasp his fists but seeing Zhang Feng extend his hand, he smiled and stepped forward to shake hands, "Hello, hello."

As he spoke, he glanced at Zhang Feng again, "Master Zhang, you don’t mind me calling you this, do you?"

"Not at all." Zhang Feng smiled, "Master Zhuang, let me get straight to the point, what’s the process of being the instructor?"

"Simple." The Master directly asked, "Do you have any related coaching qualifications? Or have you learned martial arts somewhere before?"

Inquiring about talent.

Zhang Feng paused for a moment before saying, "I don’t really have the talent, but can we be more direct, like practical combat?

After all, we’re running a martial arts school, and in the end, the truth is shown through our skills."

"Good!" The master saw Zhang Feng being so straightforward and turned his head towards the burly man beside him, "This is Master Wang, our chief instructor here.

He is proficient in Sanda and Shaolin Changquan, and has some insights into various other martial arts styles."

"Hello." Zhang Feng clasped his fists and addressed Master Wang, "Zhang Feng, self-taught in various schools, and I have some understanding."

"Hello." Master Wang clasped his fists as well and looked at Zhang Feng with a serious expression.

Even though Zhang Feng’s physique didn’t seem robust, the faint herbal medicine scent on him made Master Wang realize that Zhang Feng had undergone medicinal baths.

’Practicing martial arts and having medicinal baths, he definitely has something special, not just pretending.’

Master Wang regarded him very seriously.

Zhang Feng also clasped his fists, saying, "Please!"

"Please!" Master Wang took his stance, readying the Shaolin Changquan.

Zhang Feng analyzed for a second and then directly took a big step forward, covering a two-meter distance to reach Master Wang.

Master Wang had not yet reacted.

Zhang Feng brushed aside his fist in front of him and then delivered a Shaolin Changquan that stopped in front of his face.

The difference in constitution, and experience.

Allowed Zhang Feng to achieve a lethal move in a second.

Even the tall young man and the master alongside hadn’t had time to act as spectators before the bout was over.

But it was precisely the end of this scene that made the tall youth quite thankful.

’Lucky I didn’t try... otherwise it would have been embarrassing...’ The tall youth sighed in relief.

’Is this Zhang so skilled?’ The master felt he had found a treasure.

"Master Wang, you let me win." Zhang Feng retracted his fists and stood firm.

’Is the gap in physique and experience between him and me that wide?’ Master Wang felt bewildered.

Despite knowing in his heart that Zhang Feng wasn’t simple and had put in several efforts to respect him, he didn’t expect to lose so quickly.

"I’m not as skilled." Master Wang quickly shook his head and offered a solemn fist salute.

Meaning ’Thank you for going easy on me.’

Out in the world, one can lose in a fight, but not lose manners.

Master Wang was a quick and decisive person, able to lose and let go.

"Master." After acknowledging the salute, he turned to the master, "If Zhang Feng stays here, I can’t take on the title of chief instructor."

"Master Wang misunderstood." Zhang Feng saw Master Wang about to relinquish the title and explained immediately, "I am here for employment.

Currently, I don’t want to teach students."

While talking, Zhang Feng took out his phone and opened their recruitment page, "Isn’t it mentioned that time arrangements are flexible?"

...

Remaining time in the morning.

Zhang Feng discussed with the master about salary and benefits.

The current monthly base salary is twenty thousand.

In the future, if something arises, like someone coming for a challenge, additional money will be added.

Before leaving.

The master and Master Wang were among those seeing him off.

At the door.

The master said, "Master Zhang, still have a meal before leaving."

"No need." Zhang Feng thought only about going home to train, "There will be opportunities to sit together in the future."

"Alright." The master nodded and then said, "Why don’t we stop the employment and have someone run a certificate for you, and you can stay in the school and teach with Master Wang.

The issue of salary can be further discussed.

Everything is negotiable."

"Let’s consider it in the future." Zhang Feng didn’t reject outright.

Because if any bottleneck appears in the future, teaching disciples and observing the exercise methods of different physiques might help adapt and evolve.

But not now.

...

Evening.

At a stir-fry restaurant.

"Brother Zhang, the monthly salary is high!"

Running buddy Xiaoli smilingly held the menu, "To congratulate you, this meal is on me! Since you haven’t received your salary yet."

"Don’t." Zhang Feng waved his hand, "As promised, I said I’d treat you to a meal, and currently, I have enough for it.

Besides, usually at night market stalls, you’re the one treating me."

"But you taught me how to train." Xiaoli shook his head, "Each thing is separate."

"Yes, each matter is different." Zhang Feng pointed at the menu in his hand, "But this time you helped me find a good job, and I should thank you."

"Being successful at the interview is because of Brother Zhang’s high skill." Xiaoli, being a businessman, replied astutely, "Otherwise, no matter how well I found it, it would be in vain?"

"Let me treat this time." Zhang Feng didn’t want to argue, "That’s settled."

"Alright!" Xiaoli nodded, "Since you say so, I’ll order."

Once spoken, he directly started marking the menu.

Not letting Zhang Feng see after marking.

But when the dishes came, and the waiter announced the dishes were ready.

Zhang Feng found there were just two dishes and two bowls of ramen.

"Wait till you get your salary." Xiaoli swiftly pulled out chopsticks and handed a pair to Zhang Feng, "Then I won’t hold back, I want hotpot, four plates of meat."