Chapter 11

Another morning, the sun was bright, but Sun Yan's mood was extremely bad.

He stumbled into school, and during class, he used his "open-eyed sleeping technique" to muddle through the morning. Fortunately, with the final exams approaching, the teachers had completely given up on this slacker student. When the homeroom teacher Li Gang patrolled the class, he just glared and pretended not to see. As for the other students in the class, they were already used to Sun Yan's appearance; if he didn't sleep, that would be truly bizarre.

At noon, Sun Yan sat on the edge of the playground with his lunch box, his gaze vacant and his eyes fixed. Even when his best friend Mu Tong quietly took his meat, he remained unmoved, his expression wooden and his eyes unfocused.

Mu Tong looked at Sun Yan in surprise, "A Yan, are you sick?" If it were any other time, anyone who dared to take the meat from Sun Yan's lunch box would have faced a fierce retaliation.

Sun Yan sighed, "I don't know, I feel like there's no more light in my life."

Yesterday, he practiced the [Chongxu Juyuan Technique] for a whole day, and a terrifying and inexplicable thing happened. Every time Sun Yan practiced for 30 minutes, his stomach would rumble like thunder, and then he couldn't help but go to the bathroom, and the waste he excreted was unbearably foul.

This cycle repeated 10 times, leaving Sun Yan so exhausted that he no longer had the strength to continue practicing the [Chongxu Juyuan Technique].

"I knew it wouldn't be that easy! What good is having insight if I can't condense inner energy? I'm still a waste," Sun Yan said with a gloomy face. "Now I'm even worse than before. At least the instructor said that at 24, I still had a chance to condense inner energy and become a Level 1 warrior."

If he couldn't condense inner energy, what good was mastering even the best combat techniques? They would be like rootless water plants. Moreover, it was said that advanced combat techniques required deep inner energy to complement them, to unleash their earth-shattering power.

"After the final exams in half a month, I'll just find a job to ease my father's burden," Sun Yan thought gloomily.

At that moment, he heard Mu Tong whisper, "Hey! Isn't that Kamila from Class B-3? Wow, she's even more curvaceous now."

"Where, where?" Sun Yan's eyes immediately lit up, all his worries vanishing as he looked in the direction Mu Tong pointed, seeing a voluptuous and alluring girl on the playground.

"Yep, her cup size has gone up another level!" Sun Yan nodded, giving a professional evaluation. "She was just a C+ before, now she's a D, and there's still a lot of room for growth!"

"Ah, if only I had a girlfriend like that," Mu Tong began to fantasize. "Even holding hands would be great."

Sun Yan sneered, "With your height, her assets could suffocate you."

"Suffocate me, come on, come on," Mu Tong closed his eyes and swayed, lost in his fantasies.

Suddenly, a cold voice came, "Oh, suffocate who?" A tall figure appeared silently behind them.

Hearing the voice, Sun Yan's hair stood on end, like a mouse facing a cat. He stood straight, chest out, and looked ahead, "Reporting, Instructor, I was asking Mu Tong about the [Underwater Breathing Apparatus]."

A middle-aged man slowly approached. He was over 280 cm tall, wearing a blue and black striped teacher's uniform, with a chiseled face. Standing in front of Sun Yan, the man looked down, his smile not reaching his eyes, and said, "Underwater Breathing Apparatus? You, a mechanical and electronic moron, want to understand its structure?"

Sun Yan's back broke out in a cold sweat, and he forced a dry laugh, "Instructor, it's because I don't understand it that I'm curious."

If it were any other teacher, with Sun Yan's old slick attitude, he would have easily bluffed his way through. But facing the famous cold-faced instructor Carter of Nan Ying Academy, every student felt a sense of fear.

Mu Tong defused the situation, "Instructor Carter, is there a problem with the bio-mechanical arm? Can I help repair it?"

Carter's expression softened, "Yes, come check it after school."

Sun Yan's gaze involuntarily fell on Carter's left hand, which was covered by a black leather glove. It was said that the instructor's left hand was disabled during the Fourth Sno River War, and current technology couldn't regenerate it. Although the bio-mechanical arm had astonishing power, for an Eighth-Level warrior, losing his left arm was a significant loss of strength.

Originally, if Instructor Carter's left hand hadn't been disabled, with his strength, he would definitely be an A-class instructor, not assigned to a C-class. Moreover, Sun Yan had heard more than once that Instructor Carter's left hand was disabled while rescuing his superior officer. Therefore, Sun Yan felt both respect and fear towards Instructor Carter, though the latter was more dominant.

"Sun Yan."

Seeing Carter's face turn cold, Sun Yan immediately stood at attention, "Here! Instructor."

Carter's face was grim, looking like a statue. He sneered, "There are only two weeks left until the final exams. It seems you're just as clueless as before!"

Sun Yan immediately straightened up, "Reporting, Instructor, I'm preparing to eat lunch and then do extra practice in the afternoon!"

"Extra practice?" Carter's left hand tightened, making a metallic clinking sound. "It seems you have ambition, just like I thought."

"What?" Sun Yan sensed something was wrong. He had planned to skip class in the afternoon and sneak to Mu Tong's dorm to practice the [Chongxu Juyuan Technique] a few more times.

"Report to the training room at 1 PM for special training," Carter turned and left. "Latecomers will have their regular grades marked as zero."

Watching Carter's retreating figure, Sun Yan slumped, "This devil instructor! He's still not letting us go, even with graduation so close. What's the point of special training now? A slacker is still a slacker."

Mu Tong leisurely ate his lunch, saying slowly, "A Yan, Instructor Carter is doing this for your own good. Last-minute cramming can still be useful."

Sighing, Sun Yan checked the time and stood up, "It's almost 1 PM, let's go, Mu Tong. Your class should also have pre-exam training, right?"

Mu Tong looked up, blinking innocently, "As a special recruit, I've already been admitted to the Science Department of Difeng Academy without an exam. I just need to wait for the acceptance letter."

"Damn! You'll be punished by heaven for sure."

Sun Yan raised two middle fingers, glaring at Mu Tong, and walked dejectedly towards the training room of Class C-69.

At 1 PM, 120 students of Class C-69 stood in formation in the training room. As Instructor Carter entered, the room fell silent.

Looking at the 120 students, Carter's face was stern, "There are only two weeks left until the final exams. Look at yourselves. What's the difference from when you first entered Nan Ying Academy three years ago? You're lazier than pigs in training. Look at your class's performance. Are you all pigs?"

"Answer me?"

Carter roared, and no one responded. At this moment, only a fool would speak up, as it would mean certain death.

"I've already talked to the homeroom teacher Li Gang. Special training will begin now and last for four days, during which you will all stay on campus," Carter said, smiling with sharp white teeth. "Those who perform well or make breakthroughs will receive extra points for their regular grades. Those who slack off or leave the campus without permission will have their regular grades marked as zero. Those whose regular grades are already failing, this is your last chance."

In the formation, Sun Yan inwardly groaned. He knew Carter was talking about him. Among the 120 students of Class C-69, only his martial arts class regular grade was failing. Given his past performance, this was normal. The question was, how could he perform well enough over these four days to make Carter give him a chance?

If his regular grade was failing, he wouldn't even be able to participate in the martial arts test of the final exams.

"Pair up for practice now," Instructor Carter flipped through the roster. "The top student and the bottom student will be paired together, and so on."

"First pair, Shui Lianqing, Sun Yan."

As Carter called out, Sun Yan and a girl stepped forward. The entire class's attention focused on them, or rather, on the girl.

Her sky-blue hair had natural waves, and her emerald eyes sparkled like water. It was said that Shui Lianqing had one-quarter Rowiseman blood. As a major clan in the humanoid alliance, the Rowiseman were known for their extremely long legs, regardless of gender.

Shui Lianqing undoubtedly inherited this trait, making her stand out among the girls. In the entire Nan Ying Academy, only a few girls could compare to her.

Moreover, Shui Lianqing was both the class president of Class C-69 and the highest-ranking martial arts student in the third-year C-class.

Practicing with Shui Lianqing should have been a wonderful experience, but Sun Yan's face was somewhat grim.

At that moment, a voice rang out, "Instructor Carter, isn't the person who usually practices with Class President Shui always me?"

The speaker was Qian Lin, a classmate of Sun Yan. Like Sun Yan, he was a hopeless case. However, Qian Lin's older brother, Qian Li, was one of the 12 Level 1 warriors in Class C-69, second only to Shui Lianqing.

"You?" Carter didn't even look up. "What, are you used to being the bottom, huh?"

Under Carter's authority, Qian Lin didn't dare to say more, but he glared at Sun Yan.

Indeed. Sun Yan sighed inwardly. Interacting with such a beautiful girl often meant trouble.

A moment later, the 120 students were paired up, and Carter closed the roster. "You should know the consequences of slacking off. Begin!"

The students didn't dare to speak, quickly starting their practice. The content was simple and monotonous, just the practice of [Soldier Form Three Techniques], the only combat technique most students had mastered. However, the benefits of this practice were clear. As a basic combat technique, [Soldier Form Three Techniques] was designed to temper the body and condense inner energy.

Most third-year C-69 students were still in the body-tempering stage. Even the 12 Level 1 warriors had only just condensed inner energy. More practice of [Soldier Form Three Techniques] would only bring benefits, and the four days of closed training might even lead to breakthroughs.

However, Sun Yan was troubled. "Ah, after the special training, Qian Lin that bastard will definitely cause me trouble. Instructor Carter really set me up!"

Since the first year, Qian Lin's pursuit of Shui Lianqing was well-known. It was said that this guy was from the Qian family of Luoshan City and had an older brother like Qian Li. Therefore, few boys dared to confess to Shui Lianqing, as the consequences were severe.

As a bottom-of-the-class nobody, Sun Yan usually liked to sneak peeks at girls, but for a beauty like Shui Lianqing, he avoided her at all costs. Beauty was tempting, but life was more important.

Today, with Qian Lin's vengeful nature, Sun Yan sensed that he would have trouble after the four days of special training.

"Whatever, whatever. If it's not a blessing, it's a curse, and if it's a curse, it can't be avoided. The key is to enjoy the present." With this thought, Sun Yan immediately put his worries aside and began practicing with Shui Lianqing, move by move.

Seemingly practicing very seriously, Sun Yan's eyes subtly roamed over Shui Lianqing's body.

Tsk, tsk, that sky-blue hair is so soft, I wonder what it feels like to touch; those emerald eyes are like cat's eyes, no wonder so many boys are entranced; that tiny waist, I could probably wrap my hand around it; those long, round, and elastic legs; unfortunately, her chest is a bit small, but our class president is only 16, so there's a lot of room for growth...

Sun Yan was in a state of unconscious instinct, practicing with Shui Lianqing while secretly ogling her, a skill that rivaled his "open-eyed sleeping" technique, which others couldn't even begin to match.

In short, the instincts of a pervert.

From the side, Instructor Carter watched, his eyes flashing with a dangerous light. "This hopeless case, I thought I'd give him a chance, but it seems he's truly beyond help."

Opening the student roster, Carter saw that Sun Yan's regular grade was 50 points. He picked up a pen, ready to mark it as zero and kick this hopeless student out.

At that moment, Carter suddenly narrowed his eyes, a look of amusement on his face.

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