Chapter 13

Watching Muk Xin Yue leave with the detailed booklet in hand, a look of gratitude on her face, Guan Feidu's handsome face broke into a faint smile.

As a third-year student, he only had half a year left before graduation.

With his grades, passing the middle school entrance exam and entering one of the top three intermediate schools in Yunmeng City would be no problem at all.

However, looking back on his three years in the junior college, everything had gone smoothly, which made it a bit too uninteresting.

If he could pluck the flower of the college, Muk Xin Yue, before graduation, and taste her sweetness, it would be the perfect reward for these three years, wouldn't it?

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The Provincial Third Junior College has three grades.

Each grade has ten classes.

Each class has forty students, with occasional vacancies.

The grade is headed by a grade director, who reports directly to the three vice-principals.

Each class has a homeroom teacher.

The homeroom teacher reports directly to the grade director.

In terms of structure, this is not much different from the schools on Earth in Lin Beichen's previous life.

However, in terms of substance, the hierarchical relationships are more clearly defined. For example, the grade director has significant authority, being able to directly decide on the appointment, treatment, evaluation, and promotion of many homeroom teachers.

The content of the students' studies differs greatly from that on Earth.

The entire Yunmeng City junior college curriculum consists of five subjects:

Mystic Qi cultivation.

Martial arts cultivation.

Herbal medicine.

Mystic patterns.

And the recent history of the Northern Sea Empire.

This means that each class has five instructors.

Of course, it is also common for one instructor to teach more than one subject.

For example, the old instructor Ding San Shi is not only a senior martial arts instructor but also a deeply theoretical Mystic Qi instructor.

The morning sunlight always carries a golden radiance.

In the classroom of the second-year, ninth class.

Ding San Shi stood at the podium and began his lesson.

"Yesterday, I explained the [Basic Mystic Qi Condensation Technique]. I wonder how everyone has comprehended it?"

"Today's Mystic Qi class will build on the [Basic Mystic Qi Condensation Technique] and delve deeper into the [Intermediate Mystic Qi Condensation Technique]."

"This class is designed for students in the class who have reached the level of Second-Class Warrior and are encountering bottlenecks in their Mystic Qi cultivation. It can help you break through these bottlenecks in the shortest time possible and adjust your state to the best before the mid-year competition."

He said slowly.

On the surface, the old instructor seemed no different from usual.

But in reality, his heart was filled with shock.

Because he had just seen Lin Beichen defeat Feng Lun from a distance.

That moment of sword light flashing.

It was undoubtedly a true 'masterful' level of mastery of the [Basic Sword Technique Close Combat Three-Strike].

Any combat technique goes through five levels for beginners: 'initial understanding', 'entering the hall', 'effortless use', 'masterful', and 'peak perfection'.

Ding San Shi could confirm that he had taught the [Basic Sword Technique Close Combat Three-Strike] to the ninth class for the first time yesterday.

So, logically, it should have been Lin Beichen's first time learning these three sword techniques.

To reach the 'masterful' level in just one night?

Impossible.

Such speed is too astonishing and shocking.

Even the most outstanding geniuses in the second year could not achieve this.

How did Lin Beichen do it?

Did he practice before?

This seemed to be the only explanation.

After all, these three sword techniques are not some secret.

Many third-year students have also practiced them.

If Lin Beichen had practiced these three sword techniques before and trained quietly, it would make sense.

But that's not the point.

The point is, even many students who have practiced these three sword techniques have only a superficial understanding, thinking they have fully mastered them and achieving good results in practice.

In reality, they have not truly grasped the core essence of these three sword techniques.

For fifteen years, even though Ding San Shi has taught these three 'simple and profound' sword techniques to countless students, no one has truly brought out their brilliant edge.

Not even the so-called geniuses have done so.

But just now, Ding San Shi saw a hint of that brilliance in the wastrel Lin Beichen.

Could this wastrel be a sword technique genius?

Ding San Shi thought this, but on the surface, he remained calm, continuing his lesson while secretly observing Lin Beichen.

However, to his disappointment, Lin Beichen seemed no different from yesterday.

The only difference was that this wastrel was no longer looking down at his hands but had his hands raised in front of his eyes, his gaze fixed between them, clearly not focused on the podium.

From his expression and other actions, Ding San Shi easily concluded—

This little brat is still not paying attention to the lesson.

He's just in a different daydreaming posture.

Is this considered progress?

A rotten tree cannot be carved.

The old instructor was so angry that he blew his beard and glared.

A class lasts for one hour, which is two hours in total.

In the first half-hour, Ding San Shi thoroughly explained the principles, techniques, key points, cultivation precautions, mental preparation, and skills of the [Intermediate Mystic Qi Condensation Technique].

The remaining one and a half hours were left for the students to ponder, cultivate, and ask questions.

The classroom suddenly became quiet.

Lin Beichen also lowered his severely aching arms, which he had been holding up.

For the past half-hour, he had been holding up an invisible phone, recording a video of Ding San Shi's explanation of the [Intermediate Mystic Qi Condensation Technique].

Now, the recording was complete.

The moment of witnessing a miracle had arrived.

Was his guess last night correct?

It was time to reveal the answer.

Lin Beichen held his breath and opened the [App Store] on his phone, which had only 9% battery left.

Then, with just one glance, he fell into a state of wild joy.

"Ha ha ha ha ha!"

He laughed to the sky: "I was right!"

The standard villain's laugh.

The surrounding students were startled by this scene.

What's going on?

Is his mental illness acting up again?

And this time, it seems even worse.

"Silence."

Ding San Shi said, dissatisfied.

Many curious gazes were secretly cast toward Lin Beichen.

All the students in the ninth class had seen what happened outside the classroom before the lesson.

Lin Beichen's performance had undoubtedly shocked everyone in the class.

Now, many students wanted to know what had happened to this scoundrel, making him suddenly so strong.