Help! My pet supervillain has three personalities!

Tang Yue blinked her big eyes and tilted her head, pretending not to see.

The two fought back and forth, with Coach Lin's shouts rising and falling. A group of students who were sparring watched with great interest as their coach was beaten.

"It's really rare to see the coach in such a sorry state," Zheng Pangpang said, looking at the coach flying up and down with mixed feelings.

Sun Erning wiped the sweat from his brow and said in a cheeky tone, "Tang Yue really has no femininity at all. I reckon even a tiger would run away from her."

Fang Zishu frowned upon hearing Sun Erning's words, nudged him with his sword sheath, and said with an air of righteousness, "A gentleman should not gossip behind someone's back."

Sun Erning twitched his lips; he still preferred the old, boorish Big Zhuang.

What exactly is this thing?

Jun Lingmo and Shen Zhiyun only glanced at Tang Yue before continuing their martial arts practice; time was precious to them.

Coach Lin was really tired. He's getting old, and his energy isn't what it used to be for a young person.

"Stop, stop, stop. I can't play anymore. Let's go and rest. I'll go get some frozen watermelon for us."

"Alright, I'll let you off the hook for today. And bring me some melon seeds, quick, okay?" Tang Yue stopped, flew down from the eaves, sat on a stool, and fanned himself with a palm-leaf fan like an old man.

Coach Lin rolled his eyes: ...What a little devil.

Zhang Sanfeng has been practicing his martial arts very diligently lately, as if he couldn't wait to become a martial arts master.

Sun Erning patted Zhang Sanfeng on the shoulder, "Fengzi, take a rest, or you'll get heatstroke."

Zhang Sanfeng wiped the sweat from his brow and smiled, "Brother Erning, I'm not tired yet. I want to practice some more."

Looking at Zhang Sanfeng, who was covered in sweat, Sun Erning wondered what kind of motivation this guy had taken. He was usually so quiet and weak, so why was he working so hard these past two days? He asked with some doubt, "You haven't had anything to do these past two days, have you? Why are you so motivated?"

Zhang Sanfeng scratched his head and said in a simple and honest way, "It's nothing."

"Okay, if you're tired, take a rest. Don't get heatstroke."

"Yes, I know, Brother Erning."

Coach Lin returned with watermelon and melon seeds and sat down next to Tang Yue.

"Little Yueyue, by the way, your rascal, isn't he learned enough already? Why hasn't he taken the imperial examination yet?"

Tang Yue blinked and said, "Ah, I don't know either. I didn't ask him. Maybe he wants to go into business in the future. After all, what can make more money than going into business?"

Instructor Lin spat out a mouthful of sunflower seed shells and said speechlessly, "Being an official is the dream of so many people, and you actually put it below making money?"

"Being an official doesn't put food on the table. Besides, it's easy to be an official, but difficult to be a good one. It's better to go into business. Once you make money, you can buy whatever you want and spend it on whomever you want. With money, I can drive economic development and stimulate people's desire to make money, enabling them to live a self-sufficient life. Can being an official do that? Even if it can, you have to be a good official." Those corrupt officials who don't exploit the people are considered to have some conscience.

Instructor Lin couldn't refute it, but he still said, "Although many officials are corrupt, we can choose to be good officials, can't we?"

Tang Yue waved her hand, "Why bother with all that effort? Life is only a few short decades, especially not to do something so dangerous with no future. It's better to work hard to earn money, live a carefree life, and if you have some spare money, help the poor. That would be accumulating good karma."

"Besides, most people in this world live for themselves, who thinks so much about living for others?"

Coach Lin glanced at Tang Yue and whispered, "She's not that old, but her mentality is way too mature."

"Huh? What did you say?" Tang Yue was focused on Zhang Sanfeng's incorrect, limp training posture and didn't hear what Instructor Lin said for a moment.

"You didn't say anything, what are you looking at?"

“Zhang Sanfeng, he’s been working really hard these past few days, but something just doesn’t seem right. You should go and give him some pointers. You’re such a bad teacher, having to make me point out your mistakes.”

"You're a student, what's wrong with me letting you sit here and assigning you some tasks?" How dare she say that to him? Be careful, or I'll make her suffer under the scorching sun like that next time.

"Okay, okay, hurry up and finish your food. It's not good if word gets out that I'm a girl and I keep touching boys inappropriately."

Coach Lin thought it made sense; after all, those brats had indeed grown up. He opened his mouth wide, took two quick bites of a slice of watermelon, and then went to give instructions.

"Get up, get up! Look at those guys, and then look at you, lying on the ground like a lump of mud. Get up and practice properly!"

"Zhang Sanfeng, come here,"

“Yes, Instructor,” Zhang Sanfeng said, taking his sword and walking up to Instructor Lin.

"Repeat the movements you just made."

“Yes,” Zhang Sanfeng picked up his sword and practiced it once.

Instructor Lin nodded slightly, "Not bad, you've learned it quite well. But swordsmanship is about mind, skill, and will. Only with a calm mind can you quickly see the opponent's weaknesses; only with refined skills can you deliver a fatal blow; and only with a firm will can you remain invincible in difficult situations."

"Therefore, you must be flexible in controlling the sword during the sword practice process, so as to be steady, accurate and ruthless, instead of being confined to a small area by the moves. You must calm your mind, feel it well, don't be restrained, practice freely."

"Understood, thank you, instructor."

"Okay, let me see you practice it one more time."

"it is good,"

Zhang Sanfeng tried to regulate his breathing and clear his mind of distractions. The sword gradually began to move, and the sword moves were much more fierce than before.

"Hmm, not bad, you've made great progress. Keep practicing."

Zhang Sanfeng was pleased to receive the praise and became even more engrossed in practicing his swordsmanship.

He didn't go home until Coach Lin told him he could go home.

He saw Sun Erning packing his things and didn't know where he was going. After hesitating for a long time, he said, "Brother Erning, aren't you going home?"

"Ah, I made an appointment with a friend to play Cuju (ancient Chinese football). You go back first, I'll be back in a bit."

"Okay... alright."

Zhang Sanfeng pursed his lips and left alone. He thought to himself, "I've been practicing martial arts very hard these past few days, so I should be able to escape, right?"

Zhang Sanfeng's home was some distance from the academy, and he had to pass through a small alley to get home. Usually, no one passed through that alley, except for these past few days.

"Hey kid, here we go again. So, did you bring any money?" A scraggly, horse-faced adult man put his arm on Zhang Sanfeng's shoulder, blocking his way.

Zhang Sanfeng trembled in fear and stammered, "Brother Laizi, I really have no money left."

"No money? Didn't I tell you last time to bring more silver?" The shriveled man patted Zhang Sanfeng's face, his big yellow teeth disgustingly close to Zhang Sanfeng.