Chapter 21

"Push through with your strength, push through with your strength..." Whether in class, after class, or after school, Li Pu's mind was preoccupied with the same thought.

— Combine the explosive power of 'Shrimp Bounce' with the whole-body tremor of 'Dog Sect Body' to cultivate hidden strength.

Although Li Pu was young and his body had not fully developed, his basic physical condition was already equivalent to that of a peak-level Ming Strength expert in his twenties. The boxing framework and power release techniques carefully taught by Chen Xin were also excellent, and there was even hope that he could reach the level of a Great Fist Master within two years.

Ming Strength experts, though unable to push through with their strength, had physical abilities equivalent to top athletes. Hidden Strength, belonging to the realm of boxing masters, was a rare sight, a source of pride for any martial arts school. Transformation Strength, on the other hand, was the domain of the rarest martial arts grandmasters. Even in martial arts hotspots like China, Japan, the United States, and Europe, there were only a dozen or so such masters.

As for Dan Strength, the "Sages of Martial Arts," they were either carefree wanderers or highly valued treasures of major countries.

Li Pu thought that if he could cultivate Hidden Strength at the age of fourteen and become a Great Fist Master, he would be on par with the two most powerful fellow disciples that Aunt Chen Xin had mentioned. Of course, he was relying on the alien product "Fighting God Armor," and his innate true strength was far inferior to those two.

"Snap!" The Chinese teacher was still explaining the spirit of Paul Korchagin at the blackboard when Li Pu suddenly twitched, making a loud noise. Rustling, most of the classmates turned to look in his direction.

You idiot, doing it again! Chen Xian was one of them. She sighed, her childhood friend seemed to have become obsessed with martial arts lately. Whether walking, sitting in class, or even eating, he would suddenly twitch.

"Li Pu, are you twitching again?" The Chinese teacher, a man in his forties with a balding head, glared and said, "Come to the front! Write down Paul Korchagin's words for me!"

Under the watchful eyes of the entire class, Li Pu walked to the blackboard a bit awkwardly. Fortunately, the passage was distinctive and not hard to memorize. He recalled it and wrote it down.

"The most precious thing in life is life itself. Each person has only one life. One should live one's life in such a way that when one looks back on it, one does not regret wasting one's youth or feel ashamed of a life spent in idleness. When one is about to die, one can say: 'I have devoted my entire life and all my energy to the noblest cause in the world—the struggle for the liberation of mankind. One should live one's life to the fullest, for unexpected illness or tragic accidents can end one's life at any moment.'"

The Chinese teacher pointed to the words on the blackboard and repeated them, then asked the students, "Is this correct? Do you feel anything?"

"Correct~~~ Very touching," the students answered in unison.

"Li Pu, what about you?" The Chinese teacher turned to Li Pu and asked, "Do you think it's correct?"

"Correct," Li Pu gave a politically correct answer.

The Chinese teacher immediately seized the opportunity to scold him, "Then why don't you learn from Paul Korchagin's spirit and listen carefully in class, instead of wasting your time?"

Li Pu replied confidently, "Teacher, I may not listen carefully in class, but I'm not wasting my time."

"You're not wasting your time?" The Chinese teacher was amused and angry, "Do you mean that twitching is not wasting your time?"

"Yes," Li Pu nodded seriously.

"Hey, you're being stubborn..." The Chinese teacher raised his hand, ready to slap him. But Li Pu suddenly sidestepped and walked down from the podium, leaving him swinging at empty air.

"Teacher, continue the lesson," Li Pu sat back in his seat, smiling faintly, "If you don't teach, everyone will really be wasting their time."

"… You!" The Chinese teacher was furious, turned around, and grabbed a blackboard eraser, throwing it at Li Pu.

The boy didn't move, and the dusty eraser hit the face of a male classmate wearing glasses next to Li Pu.

"Aim not good enough," Li Pu commented regretfully.

Seeing the teacher fuming on the podium, Chen Xian covered her head with her Chinese textbook, frustrated: "Oh no, I'll be kept after school by the homeroom teacher again today."

After school, Li Pu and Chen Xian were indeed called to the office and given a routine scolding by the homeroom teacher.

The homeroom teacher finally said earnestly to Chen Xian, "Chen Xian, you are such an excellent student, why don't you manage your brother?"

"I can't manage him. At home, he manages me," Chen Xian said innocently.

The homeroom teacher was speechless. Asking such a small, cute girl to manage a problem student like Li Pu was not a good idea. Besides, if it weren't for the fact that Chen Xian's academic performance was completely unaffected by Li Pu, and that the two were siblings who went to school and returned home together, he would have forbidden them from being close.

Otherwise, this little rascal might ruin the rare good seed that Chen Xian was!

"Alright, go home," the homeroom teacher finally said, "Bring your parents tomorrow."

"She has to work tomorrow," Li Pu replied expressionlessly.

"Can't she take a day off?" The homeroom teacher slammed the table, angry.

"Taking a day off would mean losing pay," Li Pu said seriously.

The homeroom teacher clearly didn't believe Li Pu's excuse. He glared at him and then turned to the girl beside him, his expression and voice softening, "Chen Xian, is what he said true?"

"Um," Chen Xian lowered her head, "Mom raised us alone, it's not easy. If she loses pay..." She clenched her small fists, sniffed, and fell silent.

"Oh, don't cry, don't cry," the homeroom teacher's heart softened, and he was at a loss, shaking his head, "Forget it. You can go home now!"

The homeroom teacher didn't see that the model student Chen Xian secretly gave Li Pu a V sign behind his back.

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Li Pu had never been a well-behaved student. With the "Fighting God Armor" and the exquisite combat techniques, his choice of life path was no longer about exams and school.

He continued to attend school, perhaps because dropping out would likely result in a scolding from Aunt Chen Xin. And the childhood agreement to go through elementary school, middle school, high school, and even university together with his sister Chen Xian.

Their home was only one block from the school, so they didn't even need to ride bicycles. Li Pu and Xiao Xian left the office, carrying their schoolbags, walking side by side, chatting and laughing as they exited the school gate.

Under the shade of a tree outside the school gate, a tall, handsome boy with clear features casually slung his schoolbag over his shoulder and held a Giant bicycle with his left hand. Seeing Chen Xian and her brother walk out of the school gate, his eyes lit up, and he waved, shouting, "Hi!" and enthusiastically pushed the bicycle over.

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