My name is Ye Xingchen.
My job is to protect beautiful women without drawing attention, but the whole world keeps pushing me to show off.
On day one, a rich kid told me to get lost.
I only wanted to shut him up, but one slap sent him flying out of the school gates.
The entire school: “...” (Dead silence)
On day three, grandmaster assassins surrounded the villa.
I only wanted to handle them quietly, but I ended up blasting them and their guns into ash with a single counterattack.
The campus belle, Chu Linglong: “Y-You're not an ordinary person!”
On day seven, a mystic expert publicly challenged me.
I only wanted to cripple his cultivation, but one poke shattered fifty years of his practice.
The Ancient Martial Arts Alliance: “This man is terrifying! A genius the likes of which appears only once in a thousand years!”
Me (crumbling inside): I really wasn't trying to show off! I just want to be a quiet bodyguard!
Chu Linglong (silently handing me a contract): “Sign this. Round-the-clock personal protection.”
I stare at the “monthly salary: 3,000” on the contract and fall into deep thought.
(Is that less than a temp worker makes per hour?)
