Twisted Dreams-Chapter 167 - 140: Demons Want to Attend Class Too (Part 2)
Before dawn, the demons were already bustling around.
The Wild Boar Demon dug into the ground with its tusks at the base of a tree, while the Bear Demon gave a furious shout and uprooted a large tree.
A group of mice, squirrels, and other rodent-like Extraordinary Creatures were polishing the fallen tree to make it regular.
The Tiger Demon and Wolf Demon were carrying tree trunks back and forth.
The Monkeys were chattering and helping with the vines.
The Heartless Little Monkey shouted in a milky voice:
"Watch me!"
Fierce flames spewed out, turning the weeds on the ground to ash in an instant.
"Well done, Demon King!"
The demons cheered.
Ye Fan stood at the mountaintop watching the demons, and a thought popped into his mind.
They didn’t seem like demons; they looked like a group of diligent and honest men from the mountains.
Ye Fan silently recited in his heart:
"Teacher, can you teach them?"
Mo Yulin said:
"They can’t see me.
If I teach them, I would have to possess you.
This would greatly harm your body."
Ye Fan was about to say something but was interrupted by Mo Yulin:
"I know you don’t mind, but you must understand, if your body collapses, then there truly will be no one to help them."
Ye Fan swallowed the words he was about to say.
In this world, who else can help the demons?
To give to my kind, their hearts must be different.
These words are not just for saying.
Footsteps sounded from behind, Ye Fan turned around to see Crow.
Ye Fan said:
"Big brother."
Crow walked to Ye Fan’s side, gazing at the demons at the base of the mountain, and said wistfully:
"To be honest, finding a teacher, isn’t it very difficult?"
Crow sighed:
"I know it’s not easy. I had thought of asking former subordinates for help, but I really couldn’t bring myself to do it.
You are different from my subordinates. You are my brother."
Ye Fan stared blankly at Crow, then broke into a radiant smile:
"Don’t worry, big brother, I will definitely find a human teacher for you!"
What Ye Fan valued the most was friendship.
With such trust from his big brother, how could he bear to disappoint him?
With the sun already high, and the weather clear, it was a fine time to travel.
Ye Fan headed out of the valley.
The demons escorted him off, loudly calling out ’Prince, come back soon.’
If bystanders were here, they might be scared half to death by this wailing scene.
Ye Fan took one last look at the lovable demons, feeling a sense of Sun Wukong embarking on a sea voyage to seek the Dao, with the monkey troop bidding farewell.
He instantly understood the burden on Sun Wukong’s shoulders.
Ye Fan silently recited:
"Teacher, help me divine, can I find a teacher for them?"
Mo Yulin pondered for a moment, then said:
"Just continue doing good, the Celestial Dao will favor you.
I’ve calculated it, today you’ll meet someone who will benefit your journey."
...
Bai Mountain City.
Ye Fan entered a noodle shop, ordered a bowl of ramen, and sat on a bench to eat.
The food in the mountains wasn’t tasty, all fruits.
It was lunchtime, and the noodle shop was quite crowded.
An old man in a long shirt cautiously shuffled into the noodle shop using a cane.
The noodle shop’s proprietress saw the old man, promptly went out to greet him warmly:
"You’re here, what would you like to eat?"
The old man in the long shirt shakily pulled out a one-yuan note from his pocket:
"I’d like a bun."
The noodle shop’s proprietress took the one-yuan note, and with a notable drawl, called inside:
"One large bowl of ramen!"
The old man in the long shirt waved his hand in panic, trembling even with the hand holding the cane:
"I just want a bun, not noodles."
The noodle shop’s proprietress said unhappily:
"Oh come on, my business isn’t doing well today, can’t you help a little?"
Watching this scene, Ye Fan showed an angry expression.
How dare she force a sale in broad daylight?!
Besides, business in this noodle shop was booming, some people even had to share tables due to the lack of seats, so why quibble over this old man’s noodle money?
Isn’t this bullying?!
Ye Fan was about to stand up when Mo Yulin’s voice echoed in his mind:
"Don’t move, just watch."
Only then did Ye Fan endure his raging anger, coldly watching.
Originally, the noodles seemed quite appetizing, but now, ha, sour!
The old man in the long shirt bitterly shook his head:
"Miss, I have no money, just a bun will do."
The noodle shop’s proprietress was even more displeased, shoved the one-yuan note into her pocket, and said discontentedly:
"Do you think I don’t know how to count?
You gave me twenty yuan, how is that not enough?
It’s enough, it’s enough, I’ll even have to give you change later.
Today, we’re clashing with the God of Wealth, hardly any customers here.
Can you help with my business, please?"
The old man in the long shirt sighed, shook his head:
"Miss, I’m blind, not deaf.
Your place is bustling with customers.
I just want a bun."
The noodle shop’s proprietress looked at the old man in the long shirt with a complex expression, took out a warm bun from the steamer and handed it to the old man:
"Take care."
The old man took the bun, supported himself with his cane, and shuffled slowly towards the outside.
Mo Yulin’s voice echoed in Ye Fan’s mind:
"In the future, act more steadily, don’t jump to conclusions without seeing the full picture."
Ye Fan’s face burned hotly:
"Understood, Teacher."
By now, the proprietress had finished her work, wiped the sweat off her nose, and sat on a chair fanning herself.
Ye Fan felt embarrassed to eat noodles, got up and walked to the counter.
The proprietress beamed:
"Wasn’t the noodles to your liking? I see you didn’t eat much."
Ye Fan awkwardly smiled:
"I’ll take a bottle of water."
The proprietress got up and handed a bottle of mineral water to Ye Fan.
Unable to resist his curiosity, Ye Fan asked:
"Who was that old gentleman just now?"
Now that she wasn’t busy, the proprietress opened up:
"He lives upstairs, I know him.
He’s got just a primary education, but through self-study, he really learned a lot. He used to teach Chinese at an elementary school.
Don’t underestimate his education, he’s a great teacher.
Then there was a wave of layoffs among teachers, those without formal degrees were all sent home, replaced by college graduates.
The old man even started a tutoring class but was reported, and couldn’t continue."
The proprietress sighed at this point:
"Misfortune only seeks the troubled, calamity only strikes the suffering.
The old man’s wife passed away a few years ago, and shortly after, he fell seriously ill and became blind."
Ye Fan frowned:
"Doesn’t he have any children?"
The proprietress spat:
"Bah, these days neither sons nor daughters are reliable for old age care.
The old man has two sons, one works at the security bureau, and the other runs a small business.
Both sons are unfilial, both covet his old house.
They’re just waiting for him to pass away to fight over the house."
Ye Fan sighed in sympathy.
The proprietress turned out to be a good person.
At that moment, a wild idea popped up in his mind.
Could this old gentleman possibly become the teacher for the demons?
If he could teach elementary students, surely he could teach the demons.
Most importantly, the old man was blind.
As long as the demons cooperated properly, the old man wouldn’t realize he was teaching demons.
The more Ye Fan thought about it, the more feasible the idea seemed.
Negotiate lesson fees with the old man, and then buy some flour, rice, milk, eggs, and also a stove, bedding, and other supplies in Bai Mountain City.
The demons would surely take good care of this teacher.
Maybe, his big brother could even find a way to heal the old man’s eyes.
Wouldn’t this be a wonderful, win-win situation?
......
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