Chapter 83

After his optical brain absorbed high-quality energy last night, Jiang Junming's perception ability improved even further. With a slight movement of his mind, he could hear the whispers of several classmates in the distance. How others viewed him was not important; he was very clear about what he needed to do. When he heard the young men comparing him to the real prodigy, Tyrida, Jiang Junming just smiled faintly and did not pay attention. He repeated the process of concocting the physical strength potion in class yesterday in his mind, subtly moving his wrist, palm, and fingers, practicing over and over again. He did not feel the tedium of these simple repetitive actions but practiced tirelessly, improving the accuracy and practicality of his movements in countless tiny details.

The young students gradually gathered at the square of the Church Academy, waiting for the next day's classes. Little Price arrived neither early nor late. When he came to the square, he stood next to Jiang Junming and chatted with him about the new things they had encountered in the church.

Before long, all the young students had arrived. Today, the teacher in the green robe did not appear; instead, two old priests, one tall and one short, who had presided over the retest, stood before the young students.

The two old priests stood at the front of the square. Seeing that it was time for class, the tall old priest cleared his throat and said, "Today's class will be similar to yesterday's, also a public course for the Priest and Knight programs. Boys, if you thought that yesterday's teacher, Seville, was hard to communicate with and his class was difficult to endure, then you are wrong. Perhaps after you finish today's class, you will miss that guy, Seville."

Oh? The teacher today is even more harsh than yesterday's public potion class teacher, Seville? Jiang Junming smiled helplessly after hearing the green-robed teacher's words. In his view, the sharp and somewhat malicious words from Seville's mouth were already hard to accept; if today's class was even worse, he couldn't imagine what it would be like.

After giving these newly enrolled young students a warning, the tall old priest continued, "Today's class is physical training. You might ask, physical training is useful for Holy Knights, but why do priests need to take this class? Boys, don't underestimate the priests. Whether it's a priest or a Holy Knight, they need abundant physical strength to carry out the will of the gods. Now, let me introduce your teacher for this class—Knight Seru."

A middle-aged man dressed as a knight walked up to the old priest, briefly greeted the two old priests, and then turned to face the young students.

Teacher Seru was neither tall nor short, but sturdy like a small mountain. His left arm held a knight's helmet, and his hair was long and gray, simply tied back. His eyes were sharp, like knives, scanning over the young students, looking at them coldly.

The corners of his eyes already had faint crow's feet, and even though he was like a mountain, the passage of time had left its mark. His nose was somewhat sharp, like an eagle's beak. His lips were thick, and his neck, encased in a neck armor, was as thick as his head, making him look as if he had no neck, adding to his robust appearance.

Because he was wearing knight's armor, his muscles were not visible. But the prominent sternocleidomastoid muscles on his neck made Jiang Junming feel the powerful strength in Teacher Seru's body. He was even more muscular than the boxing champions he had seen on TV in his previous life, Jiang Junming marveled.

His armor was somewhat worn, and it was unknown how many years Teacher Seru had worn it, how many dangerous battles he had experienced. The battle scars and dents left by heavy impacts on the armor silently told stories that were heart-stirring. The originally bright metal armor, like Teacher Seru himself, had lost its former luster under the ravages of time. It lacked the bright and dazzling appearance but gained a sense of stability and weight. Especially the battle scars on the armor made Seru look even more formidable.

After scanning the young students with their fresh, hopeful faces, Teacher Seru said in a hard, somewhat rude tone, "You little brats have been pampered since childhood. Do you think that coming to the Church Academy means you just pray every day, spend a few years, and then return to your places to become priests or Holy Knights? Today, I'm telling you, dream on!"

The young students were in an uproar when they heard Teacher Seru say this. As the noise just started, Teacher Seru's sharp eyes looked over, and the noise was instantly silenced, like it had been choked by an invisible hand. All the young students were as quiet as cicadas in winter.

"You need to remember one thing, and I'm giving it to you as a gift," Seru paused, his eyes suddenly becoming sharp, "The most comfortable days are always in the past."

The most comfortable days are always in the past. Jiang Junming and the other young students savored these words. They were rough, like a pebble, and even hearing them made their ears hurt. The meaning was clear: every day at the Church Academy would be tough, and it would get tougher.

Teacher Seru continued, "The next class, I can assure you, is something you have never experienced, or even imagined. Even in your dreams, you wouldn't dream of it. If any bastard can't take it and starts crying, get lost, I don't want to see your cowardly faces."

The tall and short old priests exchanged glances, their faces showing a mix of bitter smiles and pity. In previous years, the cries and miserable appearances of the newly enrolled young students during physical training classes were heart-wrenching. But this was the arrangement of the Church Academy, a simple and brutal way to quickly adapt the young students to the academy, making them less pampered. It also helped to quickly assess the physical condition of the young students, which was beneficial for future personalized teaching.

Some senior students gathered around the square, but they seemed to fear something and stood far away, watching cautiously. Teacher Seru glanced at them and raised his voice, shouting, "What's so interesting to watch? Do you want to be trained by me?"

It seemed that the senior students were all afraid of Teacher Seru. Seeing that he was unhappy, most of the surrounding students quickly dispersed. Then, those who were still curious and wanted to watch the commotion hesitated and dispersed further. In the end, only three or four senior students stood far away under the tree shadows, peeking at the square.

******

Three updates! Request for favorites, recommendations, and support.

Page flip AD starts

Page flip AD ends