dao of coming back home Chapter 4: Chapter 4— Goblin

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Chapter 4 — Goblin The man adopted a serious expression and explained the plan for today's training to the students. — Alright, now that you know how worthless you currently are, let’s move on to training. To begin with, pair up. You have one minute. — As before, he sat beneath the tree, simply waiting. Hong Tin felt a slight unease. He had already realized that he would have to make contact with other people, but knowing something and doing it were two completely different things. Additionally, Liang Li had only recently started attending this new school, where he did not have a single friend. None of his old companions had made it here, to the place from which a new generation of cultivators for the village would emerge by the end of the year. Looking around nervously, he quickly spotted the only person besides himself who did not have a partner. — So I only have one choice, huh? He quickly approached that person, who by his estimation was not blessed with either height or patience. — Looks like we're stuck with each other. — Hong Tin tried to sound as confident as he could. — Looks like it, but are you looking down on me? — the goblin seemed to relax slightly when he saw another person without a partner. At the same time, he began staring more intensely into his conversation partner’s eyes. Hong Tin did not know what to say to the person before him. He was a head taller, making the comment about “looking down” seem quite literal. He tensed slightly and wanted to start explaining, before... — Haha. — the goblin in front of him let out a light laugh. — Relax, I’m just joking, but if you seriously say something about my height, remember, I’m closer to the rocks. Before they could say anything else, the low voice coming from beneath the large leafy tree announced: — I see everyone has partners. Excellent. Strong legs are the foundation, so you'll start with squats, naturally with your partner on your back. Twenty each. — the man barely looked at the students, lying comfortably, surrounded by gentle shade. — What are you waiting for? Get to work! Any desire to complain was crushed by the man’s oppressive tone. They could do nothing except adapt. Thus they began climbing onto their partners’ backs one by one, including Hong Tin. — What are you waiting for? — there was a trace of sarcasm in the goblin’s voice. He simply jumped onto the goblin’s shoulders and sarcastically asked: — Happy now? — No. You weigh more than everything I’ve shat out in my entire life, but since that old geezer ordered it, better get it over with. He managed five. — Get off me, ballast. Your turn now. — his breathing had clearly accelerated from the exercise. He practically threw his partner off his shoulders. — Alright. — he felt uncomfortable in long conversations, so he tried to answer as simply as possible. Now he carried the goblin piggyback, though he was not as heavy due to his short height and slim build. In the time his partner spent doing five repetitions, he completed ten. His face was red and drenched in sweat, his breathing obviously accelerated from exhaustion. Even his dislike of the people in this new world began to fade. He only wanted to finish the exercise. — Your turn now, little goblin. — despite his exhaustion, a faint playful smile adorned his face. — What did you just call me, you?! Hong Tin simply looked at the old man sitting beneath the tree, and that was enough. — You know what? We’ll settle this later. He carried his partner, and with a face showing not only sweat but now a visible vein, completed five repetitions. — Screw this. I’m not doing any more. That old bastard can kiss my ass. — his face turned even redder. Not only did he lack the physical fitness that some members of the class clearly possessed, but he also differed in weight from his partner. Simply put, he preferred cheating, giving up, and resting rather than continuing to struggle. — And what about you, shit-for-brains, want to keep going? — I think I’ll take you