Chapter 66

In the first class of the new semester, the classroom of Class 77 was completely silent, with every student sitting upright, listening to Mr. Gao's monotonous lecture on martial arts history.

A moment later, Mr. Gao suddenly roared, "Student ID: 27034567, this student, stand up. Yes, you, Sun Yan!"

All eyes turned to the back of the classroom, where the standing boy was met with a majority of the class wearing smug expressions.

Sun Yan stood up straight and said, "Mr. Gao, is there a problem?"

Mr. Gao adjusted his thick glasses and said with a stern face, "A problem? What were you doing just now, Sun Yan?"

"I was listening attentively!" Sun Yan said with an innocent look.

"Oh, listening attentively?" Mr. Gao sneered, "Then tell me, in the Third Siro River War, which corps of the JW Alliance attacked the Southern Wind Domain?"

Sun Yan was immediately at a loss, stammering, "Uh..."

Beside him, Shui Lianqing pointed to the textbook, trying to give him a hint, but unfortunately, Sun Yan was still half-asleep and couldn't make out the words.

Mr. Gao snorted, "Daring to sleep in my class on the first day of school, do you think I can't tell when you're sleeping with your eyes open? I've been teaching for 300 years; do you think you can fool me with such a trick?"

Sun Yan broke out in a cold sweat, admiring Mr. Gao's keen eye. No wonder he was a teacher at the Imperial Wind Academy, able to see through his act of sleeping with his eyes open.

"Since you like sleeping so much, you don't need to attend my class. Student ID: 27034567, name: Sun Yan, I hereby declare your grade in martial arts history—0, fail!"

"Mr. Gao, please let me explain."

"No need to explain, you don't have to come to my martial arts history class anymore."

The class erupted in laughter, with many clapping and cheering.

...

In the second class, the basics of combat techniques.

Just 10 minutes into the class, Sun Yan was called up again.

Mr. Gong, the teacher of the basics of combat techniques, squinted and said coldly, "This student, is my class boring?"

Sun Yan stood up straight and said loudly, "No, Mr. Gong's lecture is vivid and enlightening."

"Oh. Then tell me, who created the combat technique 'Bear Ape Lean'?"

"Uh..."

Sun Yan was once again at a loss. Although he had practiced 'Bear Ape Lean' to perfection, he had no idea who created it.

"Sleeping in my class, huh!"

In the second class, Sun Yan also failed the basics of combat techniques.

Sun Yan felt like crying but couldn't. Habits were indeed a terrifying thing. A habit formed from a young age was hard to change in a short time.

...

In the third class, the basics of cultivation techniques.

This time, with the lessons from the first two classes, Sun Yan sat upright and listened attentively. For those 3 credit points, he had to endure, no matter how drowsy he felt.

The teacher for the basics of cultivation techniques was Mr. Xu Guoxiang.

Mr. Xu Guoxiang was a ninth-level martial artist, but his appearance was far from intimidating. Standing at 155 cm, he was obese, with a balding head and a round, oily face that looked like it could be pinched to produce a handful of lard.

20 minutes into the class, Mr. Xu Guoxiang smiled and said, "Now, I'll randomly ask a question. The student in the back row, yes, you."

Sun Yan looked around and confirmed that Mr. Xu was referring to him. He stood up, confident this time, as he had memorized the 20 minutes of content, able to recite it backward if needed.

"Ah, Sun Yan, is it?"

"Yes, Mr. Xu."

"Tell me, who proposed the twelve levels of cultivation techniques?"

This question immediately left Sun Yan at a loss. He stammered, thinking over the 20 minutes of content 20 times, and finally said, "Sorry, Mr. Xu, I don't know."

"Then tell me, what are the three types of gene enhancement fluids that promote the cultivation of inner energy for seventh-level martial artists?"

Sun Yan opened his mouth, thought for a long time, and shook his head helplessly, "Sorry, Mr. Xu, I don't know."

"Hmm." Mr. Xu Guoxiang frowned, "Three questions, and you don't know any. Were you not paying attention in class?"

Sun Yan felt a surge of anger. This was different from the previous two classes. He knew Mr. Xu was deliberately picking on him.

"Mr. Xu, I remember every word you said in class!" Sun Yan said.

Mr. Xu Guoxiang's smile didn't change, "Oh, every word? Then repeat it for me."

Sun Yan's eyes flashed, suppressing his anger, and began to speak.

In the classroom, the clear voice of the young man echoed, word for word, exactly as Mr. Xu Guoxiang had said. Gradually, the class's smirks turned to surprise. Sun Yan had such a remarkable memory, remembering every word of the 20 minutes of class.

Talented martial artists were many, but those with a photographic memory were rare.

Mushan's eyes grew colder, and he sneered.

Qiu Shanlin's face was filled with jealousy. He turned to look at Mr. Xu Guoxiang, his eyes pleading.

Mr. Xu Guoxiang glanced at Qiu Shanlin, showing no emotion. After Sun Yan finished, he clapped.

"Good, very good. I didn't expect Class 77 to produce such talent."

Mr. Xu Guoxiang clapped, his smile fading, and said coldly, "This Sun Yan is so outstanding, I can't teach a student like you. I don't want to see you in my class anymore."

"Getting such praise from Mr. Xu is truly an honor!"

Sun Yan said, turned, and left the classroom without looking back.

Thus, on the first day of class, Sun Yan failed all three theoretical courses.

...

In the afternoon, in the General Department, the Student Union Building.

Combat Techniques Association Office.

"Do you want to join the Combat Techniques Association?"

"Yes, my name is Sun Yan, a first-year student in Class 77 of the General Department."

"Hmm, Sun Yan? The one who slept in Professor Gong's class?"

"Uh..."

Combat Techniques Association application—rejected.

...

Martial Arts History Association Office.

"Hello, senior, I want to join the Martial Arts History Association."

"Oh, what's your name?"

"Sun Yan."

"Sun Yan? The new student who slept with his eyes open in Mr. Gao's class?"

"This..."

Martial Arts History Association application—rejected.

...

Cultivation Techniques Association Office.

"Good afternoon, senior, I want to join..."

"You're Sun Yan, right? No need to say more, Professor Xu has already spoken. We can't accept a student like you."

Cultivation Techniques Association application—rejected.

...

In the evening, in a restaurant, Muyi burst into a loud, strange laugh.

At the table, Sun Yan, Uncle Tieshao, Shui Lianqing, Feng Lingxue, Muyi, and Li Er were gathered, chatting, drinking, and having dinner.

"Ah Yan, I heard you made quite a name for yourself on the first day of class!"

Muyi, with his mouth full of food, raised his glass and said indistinctly, "Three required theoretical courses, and you failed all of them before the final exams. You applied to seven associations, and all were rejected. Your record is amazing, worthy of my eternal friend and best buddy!"

Hearing this, Uncle Tieshao widened his eyes in surprise and said, "Such a glorious record, worthy of a student from No. 4444 Liuli Street. Here's to Ah Yan's achievement!"

Sitting next to Shui Lianqing and Feng Lingxue, Sun Yan's face darkened, "I just went through one of the most miserable days of my life, can't you say something nicer?"

Shui Lianqing rolled her eyes and scolded, "Who told you to sleep in class?" She still picked up some food for Sun Yan to comfort him.

Feng Lingxue smiled elegantly and said, "I'm a bit disappointed I didn't see you then."

Damn! Does this woman enjoy seeing me embarrassed?

Sun Yan cursed inwardly, feeling depressed, "Failing three courses is nothing, and being rejected by the associations is fine. The key is, I desperately need credits!"

Muyi shook his head and sighed, "I expected you to fail the three required theoretical courses, Ah Yan. But I didn't expect you to fail all of them on the first day. As for being rejected by all seven associations, that was unexpected. And from what you said, it seems Mr. Xu in the third class was targeting you."

Everyone at the table was puzzled. How could Sun Yan, a newcomer, encounter so many troubles?

Sun Yan was also confused. While he wasn't universally loved, he was a decent-looking, harmless young man, and shouldn't be mocked like this.

At this moment, Li Er, who had been quietly eating, looked up and asked, "Who are you talking about? The bald Mr. Xu who teaches cultivation techniques? It's normal for him to target you! He's Xu Xuyao's father. The Xu family of the Imperial Wind Academy manages most of the General Department's affairs."

"Most of the General Department's affairs? Are you kidding? If there's a problem, won't the administration intervene?" Muyi shouted in protest.

Li Er, with his mouth full of food, said indistinctly, "The administration, the Elite Department, the General Department, and the Science Institute of our college have clear divisions of labor and don't interfere with each other. Unless it's a major issue, the administration won't intervene. The Xu family appears humble in the General Department but has been acting arrogantly behind the scenes."

Hearing this, Sun Yan was speechless for a moment before finally saying, "Xu Xuyao, that scoundrel!"

Li Er's reminder helped Sun Yan quickly connect the dots. No wonder he was rejected by all seven associations. For a professor at the Imperial Wind Academy to influence the Student Union's decisions was easy.

However, understanding the reason, Sun Yan felt more relaxed.

Raising his glass, Sun Yan shouted, "Since I've failed all three courses, I'm a free man. I can focus more on cultivating martial arts. Here's to me!"

Everyone at the table raised their glasses. Feng Lingxue looked at Sun Yan, a smile playing on her lips. No matter the situation, this spirited young man always remained optimistic, bringing comfort to those around him.

After a satisfying meal, Sun Yan suddenly remembered something and asked, "Where are Chen Wang and Chang Cheng? Why aren't they here? Are they still practicing?"

Muyi and Shui Lianqing also found it strange. Although they weren't close before, they all came from Luoshan City and felt a sense of kinship.

Feng Lingxue said with a smile, "They really wanted to come, but they couldn't. Before I came, they repeatedly asked me not to reveal the reason."

This piqued everyone's curiosity.

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