Saving System: Calm Down, My Fleeing Host!-Chapter 132: Mentor

Standing nervously to the side, Dongfang Xu had his hands slightly clenched, feeling both expectant and uneasy, unsure how Xiaoxiao would introduce him.

Cheng Xiaoxiao’s eyes turned, realizing she now had strength and movement technique, but didn’t know how to use them effectively, thus she needed a mentor.

"Well, I gained a lot during this trip, so I’ve decided to practice martial arts seriously and found myself a temporary mentor."

Cheng Xiaoxiao stood up, "Come on, let me formally introduce everyone to Master Dongfang."

Dongfang Xu looked incredulous, what does mentor mean?

Does it mean master?

Then he and Xiaoxiao in the future...

It wouldn’t sound good if it got out.

Looking up at the bright young lady, mischievously blinking at him, he could only nod in agreement.

He stood up and saluted the table of people, "I apologize for the intrusion, I will do my utmost to teach Miss Cheng martial arts."

Everyone politely waved their hands, "No intrusion, no intrusion!"

It’s a joke, the skills of this person before us are mysterious and unpredictable, disagreeing with him might cost someone their head. Even if he didn’t teach, they dared not have any objections!

Dongfang Xu thought, Xiaoxiao was still young, if he directly expressed his feelings, her family likely wouldn’t agree.

Master, then master it is!

If he returns alive, he can discuss other matters, but if he’s unfortunate... it’s all just empty talk.

Dongfang Xu immersed himself in his own imagination...

Others looked puzzled, "What’s a mentor, and what’s a temporary mentor?"

Cheng Jia excitedly raised his hand, "I know! I know! A mentor is different from a master. Apprenticeship is a lifelong matter, they must be respected and honored like a father, and most people can only have one master in their life.

Whereas a mentor is similar to a teacher, teachers can be for early childhood enlightenment, private tutors, or even great scholars teaching at academies. A mentor specializes in teaching specific skills, like if someone enjoys mathematics, they could apprentice under a math mentor, or if someone likes playing the pipa, they could apprentice under a skilled pipa player."

So mentors teach each person unique abilities, once learned, you can move on to another skill, apprenticing under different mentors."

With a clear voice, he explained a lot, then turned and asked Cheng Xiaoxiao, "Sister, am I right?"

Cheng Xiaoxiao gave a thumbs up, praising her little brother, very good, kids have good memories.

The younger ones mostly understood, while the adults were baffled, glancing at each other, these concepts were far removed from their lifelong farming experience.

Cheng Hao smirked, probably Xiaoxiao’s hometown terminology!

He then gently explained, "Yes, it’s somewhat like a teacher, the only difference being..."

Cheng Hao pondered his words, "Generally, teachers only teach textbook content and life principles, while mentors encompass all fields—any skill you specialize in can be taught by a mentor."

Indeed, second brother remains as clever as always.

Cheng Xiaoxiao nodded enthusiastically, "Second brother is absolutely right."

"Of course, second brother is a scholar, how can scholars not be impressive?" Little fanboy Cheng Ran looked proud, he too must study hard to grow up as capable as second brother, no, even more so, the little guy thought secretly.

Dongfang Xu felt relieved, it turns out the meaning of mentor was much better than he’d imagined.

Cheng Hao looked earnestly at Cheng Xiaoxiao, "How long do you plan to study temporarily?"

He felt this Young Master Dongfang was too intense, his swift swordsmanship that killed without blinking, had a chilling impact not suitable for close fellowship.

Cheng Xiaoxiao held up three fingers, "Three months!"

Cheng Hao nodded thoughtfully, that could be acceptable, three months pass in a blink, three months later it wouldn’t even be the holiday season!

At this moment, Cheng Hao never imagined how much could happen in those three months, or how long they could seem.

Suddenly, Cheng Xiaoxiao, with a mysterious expression, supported herself with the table, and leaned her little head closer in.

"Let me tell you a little secret! Do you know why I want to practice martial arts again?"

Everyone naturally followed Cheng Xiaoxiao’s rhythm, except Dongfang Xu, sitting upright, the others craned their necks and perked their ears, waiting intently.

Cheng Xiaoxiao slowly and deliberately said, "Didn’t I have a prophetic dream warning about the disaster before?"

Everyone nodded.

"I discovered that after breaking the warning and saving people, my strength increased significantly."

The family looked at Cheng Xiaoxiao puzzled, how much was significantly?

Cheng Xiaoxiao didn’t hesitate, she picked up the nearby rice bowl, and with a slight exertion of her fingers, the earthen-colored porcelain bowl, crack crack, developed more and more cracks, and as she released her hand, the bowl fragments clattered onto the table.

The women and children swallowed hard, Xiaoxiao was impressive.

Erya quickly opened Cheng Xiaoxiao’s palm, "Sister, are you not injured?"

Seeing the unblemished, pale palm, she breathed a sigh of relief.

While the men were surprised, they thought after all it was just a bowl; perhaps with their strength, they could manage too.

They had never tried before as the family was too poor. Each bowl was accounted for; no one wanted the wrath of the elders for damaging any. Washing could be careful, certainly not something to take lightly.

Now their days were much better, so breaking a bowl was bearable. They started trying with their own bowls.

Each strained with protruding veins, teeth clenched tightly, faces turning red.

The women clenched their fists and silently exerted strength alongside.

Brother Jia and Brother Ran excitedly cheered, "Go, Dad, go, Dad!"

After a long while, none succeeded; ancient earthen bowls were sturdier than modern delicate ones. Without inner strength, an ordinary person using only palm strength couldn’t manage it.

Cheng Rong took a deep breath, directly gave up, "Xiaoxiao! How much stronger are you now?"

The girl’s growing skills worried Cheng Hao about the future when they might struggle to protect this sister.

Cheng Xiaoxiao dared not be explicit, afraid of scaring them, she could only vaguely say, "I haven’t tested it, I just thought my strength increased, so I could learn a few moves and in future dangers, I could fight if necessary."

Mr. Cheng didn’t like hearing that, "Daughter, you have a father! If there’s danger, it’s your father who stands before you."

Mr. Cheng’s words were heartfelt, but Cheng Xiaoxiao had to pour cold water on her father’s intentions.

"What if I, Erya, and Brother Jia all encounter danger simultaneously?" Cheng Xiaoxiao blinked innocently, looking seriously at her father.

As if asking: When dad is unable to split his attention, who would he save first?

Mr. Cheng opened and closed his mouth several times, but couldn’t utter a word.

He could only ashamedly plop into his chair.

Cheng Jia, using his small hand, gripped his father’s calloused hand tightly, and solemnly said, "Dad, I’m the family’s man, I don’t need protection, I need to protect my sisters, we’ll protect this family together."