bullyxtreme Chapter 146 Those Who Walk with the Gods
Chapter 146 Those Who Walk with the Gods
As is well known, the daily work of the Sages of the Academy is quite complicated, including but not limited to approving scholars' research papers, coordinating exchanges and cooperation between various colleges, and rejecting funding applications from the Mysterious Discourse School.
After all, that's life. We're born to work, otherwise, why would it be called life?
A few days ago, Mu Feng was greatly shocked as he watched his temporary sage secretary carry stacks of documents into the office from outside. At the same time, he thought with no small amount of malice.
All he wants to know now is whether Hou Yi can shoot down weekdays, whether Nuwa can mend Sundays, and whether the all-powerful Jingwei can fill his empty wallet.
Slacking off is a must, skipping work is common, and working diligently is absolutely unheard of.
During working hours, you can find randomly spawning Sages at the Zubair Theater in the Grand Bazaar, the Humayi Chamber of Commerce, the Puspa Cafe, or private villas in the suburbs, as well as anywhere in Sumeru City, except for the Sage's Office in the Faith Academy.
The newly appointed sage secretaries of the Sulun school must have a profound understanding of this point.
After taking on nearly three times the workload of the other sage's secretaries, the secretaries, whose resentment could feed ten evil sword immortals, finally couldn't bear it any longer and went to the leisurely sage, only to receive a serious self-criticism from the sage.
The newly appointed sage is quite reasonable.
After receiving the sage's assurance that they would work hard, the secretaries left satisfied with the overtime pay Mu Feng had given them.
Afterwards, a renowned Pyro Druid from a well-known company in Liyue Harbor, upon hearing of this unfortunate incident, sympathetically remarked that young people are ultimately too young.
According to this industry veteran, never underestimate a person's masterful ability to slack off, just as you should never try to take advantage of someone else's job by using your hobby.
Perhaps they will gain a deeper understanding of this when the disheveled secretaries emerge from the pile of documents late at night the next day, only to find their sage enjoying a late-night snack intimately and happily with Nilu, the little dancer at the Zuber Theater.
Advice is acceptable, self-reflection is acceptable, but correction is absolutely unacceptable.
This is the secret to the pleasant work of the Mu Su Lun School's acting sage, the worldly wanderer, Feng.
Work cannot be separated from slacking off, just as the West cannot lose Jerusalem.
However, things seem to have changed since someone's sage's office moved into Jingshan Palace.
The temporary Sage Secretaries were surprised to find that the Sage, who used to regard work as a dreaded beast, had suddenly become unexpectedly diligent. Documents sent in the morning would often have a perfect result by the afternoon, and his work efficiency was even comparable to that of the renowned Secretary Miss Moonlit Pavilion in Liyue.
The secretaries were puzzled for a moment, but looking at the documents that were automatically processed every day, they quickly put this minor, harmless confusion behind them.
After all, who would rather spend their days facing a pile of documents that can never be approved than enjoy a paid vacation?
Working people never hate slacking off; they just hate that they aren't the ones who get to slack off.
So, the secretaries happily linked arms and decided to go to Pusper Café for afternoon tea, a reward they deserved for working overtime for a week straight.
As for the farce that occurred the next day, where rumors spread that being near Jingshan Palace would grant one a personal blessing from the Grass God, increasing work efficiency by 1000%, leading to students desperately trying to find a solution and surrounding Jingshan Palace, ultimately forcing the Academy to personally refute the rumors, that's another story altogether.
At least, Mu Feng, who was now peacefully enjoying Naxi Da's lap pillow in Jing Shan Palace, didn't care much.
"Um... Ah Mu, get up a little."
Naxida, holding a quill pen and sitting at the wooden table reviewing documents, puffed out her slightly flushed face and gently pinched Mu Feng's cheek with her small hand.
Hmm... My legs feel a bit numb after pressing them for so long, kind of like a star mushroom that's been activated by lightning in the wild.
It's all Amu's fault.
Under the resentful gaze of the little deity, Mu Feng, knowing he was in the wrong, awkwardly sat up and gently hugged Naxida from behind, trying to appease the slightly agitated Goddess of Wisdom by bribing her with date and honey.
Of course, he knew that Nasita wasn't unaware of his little scheme; it was just that the gentle goddess was willing to play dumb with him.
After all, he still felt a little guilty for using the excuse of training the god's ability to handle official business to trick little Narcissus into helping him review documents.
Great! It's date and coconut honey! We're saved!
Nasita blinked her beautiful four-leaf clover eyes and pouted slightly, but the adorable little god ultimately accepted the feeding from the sage.
I feel like I'm being treated like a child... I feel like I, the god of wisdom, have no authority whatsoever in front of Amu.
However, this feeling isn't unpleasant.
With her face slightly flushed, Naxida snuggled softly into Mu Feng's arms, like a tiny white fluffy ball.
Amu's embrace was warm. She could temporarily stop worrying about maintaining the lofty image of a god and be a little girl who could be spoiled by her brother anytime she was tired or sleepy.
Most importantly, she could also truly feel that Nasita was loved.
She didn't know if gods should have such feelings, but she knew that Nasita liked it.
"My sage, embrace me."
Mu Feng readily accepts good advice; who can resist that?
So the two lingered for a while longer before deciding to have dinner in Sumeru City.
After all, understanding the people's conditions is also one of the duties of a qualified deity.
"Let's go, my divine being."
After setting up the illusion to deceive others, Mu Feng smiled and extended his hand to Naxi Da, who was leaving Jing Shan Palace for the first time and was somewhat impatient.
Naxida smiled gently and placed her soft little hand in Mufeng's palm. She felt the warmth of his palm, and her eyes curved into a gentle smile.
"Yes, let's go, my sage."
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On the other side, Vitality Home.
"Doctor, here is the information you need."
The sorcerer Lei Ying respectfully handed over a stack of documents, then turned and disappeared into the shadows of the basement, as if she had never been there.
"Dang Cang."
The sound of a blood-stained scalpel striking a metal tray was crisp, but it sounded somewhat eerie in the empty, gloomy basement.
Dotole gracefully removed his gloves, seemingly oblivious to the pile of severed limbs on the operating table beside him, and began reading the documents that had just been delivered under the dim light of the operating room.
"Ha... the Church's god-making plan."
"Or...someone who walks with the gods?"
He laughed, and a chilling light shone from the empty eye sockets beneath his raven feather cloak.
The experiments are getting more and more interesting. What would you choose?
"Then let me add another fuel to the fire for you."
"Do not disappoint me."
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