Chapter Thirteen: Personal Trainer?

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If someone were to ask what kind of shops dominate the area around Changqing First High School, the answer would undoubtedly be all sorts of restaurants. As the saying goes, “make use of the mountains if you live by the mountains, make use of the water if you live by the water,” and near the school, the two most prosperous businesses are hotels and eateries. However, since Changqing First is a prestigious and highly disciplined institution, opening a hotel nearby isn’t considered the best option, which leaves the restaurant scene to flourish.

Chapter 0: Personal Coach?

“I originally invited you for dinner just to discuss something related to the school,” Wang Yiran smiled gently, her tone so soft that Qin Anyi felt his bones almost melt, “but your performance earlier really surprised me, so now I have some new ideas.”

“Something about the school? Is it related to today’s exam?”

“Yes, it is. It’s really effortless talking to someone smart. You must have realized that this preliminary test was much tougher than usual.”

Qin Anyi scratched his head, uncertain how to explain. Ever since merging with the Qilin, his brain’s computational and analytical abilities had probably surpassed that of a computer, which was far from ordinary experience—and he wasn’t sure if Wang Yiran would believe it.

“I know your martial arts skills are basically negligible, and even if you really had the ability to take down a dozen people just by technique, that’s not why I want you as my personal coach. For most people, being able to beat ten or more opponents is impressive, but for me, it’s far from enough. What I truly need is your keen insight!” Wang Yiran blinked, her cheeks tinged with excitement. “I’ve never seen anyone with observation skills like yours! The reason you were able to defeat those twelve people instantly was because you assessed their movements and attack points at the very first moment, right? And you responded with the perfect counter!”

“Qin Anyi, you’re a genius—a real, genuine genius! Your mind and your perception are things I’ve never encountered before. I want you as my personal coach not to teach me fighting techniques, but to use your intellect and insight to point out my weaknesses and design a training regimen that will allow me to improve faster!”

Qin Anyi was still stunned, showing no reaction. Wang Yiran pursed her lips, “This is the most important thing for me right now. I hope you’ll help me. Whatever demands you have, just say them—as long as I can manage, I’ll do my best to fulfill them!”

“Accept her offer, master,” the Qilin’s voice sounded abruptly. “If you want to quickly improve your own abilities, pure hard work alone won’t yield the best results. If you can use advanced equipment, the effect will be entirely different. By guiding her training, you can also make use of her resources, which will only benefit you.”

Qin Anyi frowned slightly. “But I don’t know anything about martial arts—how could I design someone else’s training plan?”

“Master, did you forget? That’s something I can do. Although I don’t know her body well enough to create the absolute optimal plan, what I can provide will still be far more advanced and efficient than her current training methods,” the Qilin assured him confidently.

Qin Anyi nodded subconsciously; he believed those words. Raising his eyes, he met Wang Yiran’s hopeful gaze and couldn’t help but smile. “Since you have so much faith in me, I can’t very well refuse. As for requirements, I don’t really have any—just give me some compensation for my efforts.”

“Compensation?” Wang Yiran was momentarily stunned. She had fully prepared herself for Qin Anyi to ask for something excessive, yet all he wanted was something so lightweight. Her background was so extraordinary that money held little meaning for her.

“Such a request is basically no request at all. It’s settled then, Teacher Qin?” Wang Yiran said with a radiant smile, extending her soft hand.

Qin Anyi took her hand lightly, the delicate touch intoxicating. Though their hands met only symbolically, he still found himself slightly entranced.

“Yiran? What a coincidence—are you here for a meal too?” A man’s voice suddenly interrupted, breaking Qin Anyi’s reverie.