"See you at 8 AM tomorrow!"
Qi Hao showed his white teeth, gave a thumbs up, and watched Fang Qingyu board the bus.
"See you tomorrow."
Fang Qingyu waved, got on the bus, habitually glanced around the passengers, found a seat and rested by the window.
He only discovered today...
The title could even be red.
Silently he recited in his heart,
"Professional Lineage Map."
A whisper murmured in his ears, drowning out the chaotic bus noises.
[Everything collapses within the orbit of fate, only those who glimpse the patterns can reshape the star chain]
[When you slice open the professional cocoon of beings, all futures beco editable characters]
[Professional Lineage Map is now opening...]
Soon a misty iris suddenly covered his retinas, countless shimring white points erged from the void, and the stream of light collapsed into a bronze book three inches from his nose.
Opening the cover, he ca to the preface page.
Lines of light-ford text leaped onto the paper.
[Professional Lineage Map]
[Na: Fang Qingyu]
[Age: 18]
[Profession: Security Guard, Fitness Enthusiast]
[Power: 7.7]
[Speed: 8.1]
[Physique: 7.8]
[Will: 10.7]
[Skill Points: 0]
[Attribute Points: 0]
This book is actually Fang Qingyu’s golden finger upon crossing over.
However... it only appeared a few days ago, which is also the fundantal reason for his previous headaches and poor mory.
The usage is very simple; if sumd up in one sentence,
it’s to master a hundred skills, refining one way.
But currently, only two professions have been unlocked; the road ahead is still long.
The bus drove under the cloud-covered sunset for half an hour.
Until it drove into the night.
The sound of the broadcast ca on.
"Next stop, Huai’en Road. Passengers getting off at this stop please...."
Fang Qingyu gathered his belongings and got off.
Walking toward the nearby Night Charm Bar.
With just a high school diploma, it’s generally hard to find a good job.
Fortunately, with his fairly handso face and a height of 1.8 ters, he found a relatively stable job as a nightclub security guard.
Although sotis it’s a bit busy, and he needs to help out as a waiter.
But a job with an hourly wage of 60, earning 420 in a day.
Definitely a high-inco group for his age.
Entering through the back door, deafening music imdiately filled his ears.
"Qingzi is here!!!"
"You’re in charge of area B2 today, just go straight to your post, it’s a bit crowded today!!!"
Soone seed to have been waiting, and as Fang Qingyu walked in, soone grabbed his shoulder and shouted in his ear.
"Alright!!!"
Fang Qingyu responded, took the radio handed to him, put it on skillfully, and walked to area B2 with ease.
With his hands behind his back, his eyes habitually scanned the chaotic crowd dancing under the lights.
Unlike before.
Now working as a security guard every day, Fang Qingyu’s motivation was fully charged.
The reason being, naturally, the book minimized in the top left corner of his view.
The lineage map now opened to the preface page.
It recorded Fang Qingyu’s current two exclusive professional panels.
[Profession: Security Guard Level 1 (21/100)]
[Professional Basic Skills: Guard Level 1 (55/100)]
Below, lines of text kept refreshing, like a bullet screen.
[Your professional basic skill "Guard" experience 1]
[Your profession "Security Guard" experience 1]
In one night, skill experience could increase by a dozen points, and professional experience by four or five points.
Ti passed bit by bit.
Soon it was midnight, 12 AM.
At this ti, people in the nightclub were at their wildest, perfectly fueled by alcohol, fully displaying their inner desires.
Fang Qingyu was maintaining distance between the crowd and the DJ.
The hair on the back of his neck suddenly stood up, and the skill icon for [Guard Level 1] started flashing at high frequency.
He could vaguely hear the sound of glass breaking piercing through the beat.
He suddenly turned and looked toward the southeast corner booth.
Despite the blocked view by the crowd, he could sense the conflict in that direction.
"Area B2 requires support."
Fang Qingyu pressed his radio earpiece and growled, his leg muscles instantly tensed.
The dance floor crowd parted like the Red Sea, his black shirt flashed through twisting bodies as he quickly moved.
Through the crowd, a suited man was splashing whiskey towards his companion at the No. 3 booth, amber liquid spilling over the black marble table.
"You dare ss with my girl?"
The veins on his neck bulged, clearly on the verge of losing his temper.
The tattooed man with a soaked face was about to speak.
Seeing that they both bore normal titles, Fang Qingyu swiftly, with rubber baton in hand, stepped between them.
"Gentlen, I’m sorry, but fighting is prohibited in the bar."
While speaking, he kept his eyes on their movents.
Work is work.
No need to risk your life for it.
But it seed like both of them were ignoring Fang Qingyu’s existence.
The tattooed man sneered and stood up, grabbed a bottle of wine next to him, and shoved Fang Qingyu aside, ready to smash it toward the man in the suit.
That’s the spirit, let actions speak louder than words.
"Xiao Hua, you’ve been pretty bold lately, daring to cause trouble in my place?"
The music had stopped at so point.
In the dim light, another group of people ca over, dressed just like Fang Qingyu, in black shirts, slacks, with walkie-talkies attached to their waists.
"Qiao... Brother Qiao..."
The tattooed man seed to sober up under the eyes of so many guests watching, and upon seeing the leader, imdiately put down the bottle.
As for the man in the suit, he quietly retreated, almost blending into the crowd of spectators.
"Clap..."
However, Fang Qingyu suddenly grabbed his wrist, smiling slightly.
The situation was very clear now.
Security head Brother Qiao was apparently soone neither of these conflict-makers dared to ss with.
"Don’t stop the music, keep the party going!"
"All drinks today, 10% off!!"
Brother Qiao saw Fang Qingyu catching the man in the suit from afar, didn’t hesitate, turned and grabbed a microphone, shouting loudly with his head raised.
The DJ on the high platform imdiately pressed a button.
The music and lights cooperated again.
Two minutes later.
The tattooed man and the man in the suit were taken away by other security guards.
Brother Qiao pulled Fang Qingyu to sit in the unoccupied booth number 3.
"Do you know why our bar has been open for 8 years, yet still packed every night?"
"Safety...?"
Recalling the fear in those two just now, Fang Qingyu thought for a mont, and it seed like safety was the only answer.
"Exactly."
"It’s all about safety!"
"You spotted the situation in ti this ti, didn’t let those two start fighting, maintained the reputation of our bar, this money counts as a bonus, you’re getting an early shift today."
Brother Qiao took a deep drag of his cigarette, grabbed a wad of cash from soone’s wallet beside him, didn’t even count it, just handed it over.
"Thank you, Brother Qiao."
Fang Qingyu didn’t refuse.
Since we’re talking about reputation, and as the one who earned credit this ti, accepting the reward would motivate other security guards to work diligently to maintain the bar’s order.
Moreover, it really was thanks to Fang Qingyu’s tily call.
Otherwise, those two would definitely have gotten into a fight.
Exchanging the radio.
Fang Qingyu bid farewell to his colleague who was guarding the back door and left through the bar’s back door.
The night breeze gently passed by, soothing his excitent.
Not fear.
But excitent.
After unlocking the profession of Security Guard.
The Guard Skill, initially thought to be just a normal person’s guard level.
Unexpectedly, it was used in such a way.
Similar to a passive skill.
Typically, it doesn’t feel like anything.
But once there’s a conflict around, it imdiately becos alert.
Even in daily life, this is quite a useful skill.
And there was an unexpected gain today.
Fang Qingyu stood by the roadside, where there was no one, took out all the money Brother Qiao just gave and counted it.
2300.
Just happened to have paid tuition today, had little money left.
This money was tily rescue.
So Fang Qingyu boldly rented a yellow bike and started cycling ho.
Blown by the night wind.
Opened the Professional Lineage Map.
[Your profession "Security Guard" experience 11]
[Your professional basic skill "Guard" experience 43]
The bicycle suddenly braked.
"Earned so much?"
Fang Qingyu slightly frowned, muttering to himself.
Seems like there are other ways of experience accumulation related to the profession.
Got ho.
Ti reached one in the night.
But Fang Qingyu wasn’t the least bit sleepy.
Normally, he finished work at three in the morning and got ho near four, took a bath and went to sleep at dawn.
Recalling the middle-aged man he saw at the Martial Arts Hall today.
Fang Qingyu started searching for fitness videos on his phone.
Started following along with bodyweight training.
To practice martial arts, physique is definitely an important factor.
Exercise for an hour before sleeping.
Laying the foundation doesn’t distinguish between day and night.
Just focus on the present.
Professional Lineage Map automatically flips to the reverse side of the first page.
[Your profession "Fitness Enthusiast" experience 1]
[Your professional basic skill "Push-ups" experience 2]
[Your professional basic skill "Pull-ups" experience 2]
[Your professional basic skill "Squats" experience 2]
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