Translator: @anhnguyen12332

Finals is in two weeks and all of my friends have left me T_T. So now it's just me myself and I who will translate for you because I can't bear letting my lovely darlings wait.

When you are too tall and makes everyone on the street looks like a midget :v

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After that riot, Yuan Zong called for a meeting in order to discuss about the situation that arose earlier on. The main topic was how to prevent such things from happening again.

"We've been opened for over four years, but have never seen such disgrace!"

"I think the best solution is to give him back his money, we can't continue to teach this kind of student!"

"Director Yuan, what are your thoughts?"

Yuan Zong mentally thought to himself: It took great effort to lure into the lion's den, how can I just let him go? Even if he decides to set the place on fire, uncle here would still trap him inside this dump.

After a moment of pensive thoughts, and his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, Yuan Zong came to his decision.

"If this he repeat his mistake, let it be my punishment he will have to face!"

Shi Tian Biao creased his browns, said, "doesn't it mean he will encounter a worser punishment? Then wouldn't it bring on more conflicts?"

Another instructor quietly nudged him, "Why are you so daft? Who is he? He's Yuan Zong's brother-in-law, would Yuan Zong really be able to lift a finger on him? Can't you understand? What he's trying to say is: no one can hurt this person."

"That's not possible." Shi Tian Biao claimed with sharp determination, "Yuan Yong is not that kind of person, he has always been fair, treated everyone equally, he will not treat anyone with partiality."

"Him deducting three thousand from your salary is not enough."

"..."

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For the next four days, due to to the heavy workload, Xia Yao could not find time to approach Yuan Zong, and Yuan Zong himself didn't try to contact him, nobody called about compensations, which frustrated Xia Yao.

That Friday, Xia Yao got off work early. He had intended to call Yuan Zong, but a minute of thinking led Xia Yao to find him in person to avoid any misunderstandings.

When Xia Yao arrived, classes were over, the large training room was empty except for Yuan Zong's presence. From within came the sound of hammering, like someone was fixing inside. Xia Yao entered.

Yuan Zong was squaring in the floor, fixing a training equipment. It was winter and he was still wearing a singlet, exposing his eight packs so hard that one could do the washing on. Sweat layered his golden skin creating that primitive amazonian look, they disappeared into his shirt - sexy to the extreme.

Xia Yao got straight to point, "What's the damage? I'll compensate."

Yuan Zong acted as if he hadn't noticed, pulling a nail from between his lips, screwing it in by hand without any tools, not leaving any space.

Xia Yao discovered that Yuan Zong's face has retained its coldness like when they first met, eyes so focused that it seemed intimidating. Even though he wasn't staring straight at Xia Yao, but there was still a dark aura creeping up Xia Yao's spine.

Xia Yao tried again, "Hey, I'm talking to you, how much do I owe you?"

Yuan Zong hammered in the last nail, his massive hand conveniently lifted a rank in the process, "Come and give me a hand."

Being struck into silence, Xia Yao failed to respond immediately.

It was only then that Yuan Zong turned around, his tone regained its gentleness, "Didn't I tell you to give you a hand? Don't you have eyes?"

Xia Yao walked over, lifting up the other side of the training equipment, and set it up against the wall with Yuan Zong. After putting it down, Yuan Zong requested Xia Yao to help him fix another machine, he would hammer in the nails, take pieces apart and assembling them back on, whereas Xia Yao would be passing him the tools. (Just like a good wife should =3)

Over two were at it for over two hours, working away till the last machine was fixed, the entire room was also cleaned in the process. Sweat dampened Xia Yao's shirt, his chest was a layer of soaked cloth.

Yuan Zong's caroused fingers caressed the corners of Xia Yao's eyes, helping him wipe off the sweat there.

"You've only worked a bit but you've sweated so much."

Xia Yao flung Yuan Zong's hand away, "It smells of rust."

Yuan Zong held back his word and lit a cigar instead, silently watched Xia Yao.

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So it seems like there is (or are) someone (people) out there who decided one morning upon waking up that they're going to banish all of us translators into thin air because we translate books. Haizzz...I've been through this so I know how ya'll victimized writers are feeling right now....Pissed most likely .

Regarding Saehan01's wattpad account being closed down, I have faith that she will get it back you guys! Give her and the wattpad team sometime to process the inquiry letters.

So if you're reading this, the person who reports our books, I hope you understand that by reporting you're hurting thousands of readers around the world. If you're trying to hurt us translators, you pretty much can't because we only get pissed and we've read the whole book either way; but the readers, they're the ones who will not be able to enjoy these great works. So please stop.