Chapter 58: Senior Classmates

Chapter 58: Senior Classmates

Songyang High School.

The students of Class 1, Grade 1, gradually entered the Training Ground, preparing for today's Practical Martial Arts Class.

Bai Zhenzhen walked along, thinking to herself, "What's Yu Zi up to? I can't even get in touch with him."

"Sick leave? What kind of high school student takes sick leave?"

"Could he be overwhelmed?"

Just as Bai Zhenzhen was lost in thought, she suddenly noticed that the practice room was already filled with a large group of people, aside from Martial Arts teacher Lei Jun.

Looking at the students behind Lei Jun, especially the tallest one, Bai Zhenzhen's eyes narrowed sharply. "Is that Slab-Built?"

She then recognized the other students around 'Slab-Built' Lan Ling. They were all from Grade 2.

An extra year of cultivation had made these Grade 2 students significantly more robust than the Grade 1 students. Their secondary sexual characteristics had almost completely faded, and the dense needle marks on their exposed arms clearly showed their intense training.

All these signs highlighted the strength and dedication of the Grade 2 students.

Of course, Bai Zhenzhen wasn't the only one who recognized them. Soon, some students began to greet the Grade 2 students.

Zhao Tianxing first bowed to Martial Arts teacher Lei Jun and then respectfully bowed to the Grade 2 students, saying, "Greetings, seniors!"

At over 300 pounds, Zhao Tianxing still looked like a corgi standing next to Lan Ling.

Seeing Lan Ling nod, Zhao Tianxing cautiously stepped back.

This was the dynamic between lower and upperclassmen in high school. Each grade had a year's worth of cultivation, leading to a significant gap in strength.

Some even divided the grades into Early, Mid, and Late Spirit Cultivation stages to highlight the differences.

At Songyang High School, underclassmen were expected to greet upperclassmen, not sit down until the seniors did, and even let them use the bathroom first. These norms were deeply ingrained in the students' daily habits.

Fortunately, Songyang High School was more humane than the top three schools. At Bailong High School, it was rumored that upperclassmen could make underclassmen kneel and kowtow.

Fortunately, the different grades had different curricula and training venues, and the academic pressure meant they rarely met.

This was indeed a cause for celebration.

In the Training Ground, every student who entered would bow and greet Lan Ling and the others.

This made one person stand out even more.

Zhao Tianxing, noticing that Bai Zhenzhen hadn't greeted the seniors, was worried for her. "What's wrong with Ah Zhen? She'll get noticed by the seniors."

He could feel several pairs of eyes from the Grade 2 students occasionally glancing at Bai Zhenzhen, and just imagining it made him feel awkward and nervous.

Once all the students from Class 1, Grade 1, had gathered, Lei Jun said, "Today, the seniors from Class 1, Grade 2, have taken time out of their schedule to give you practical guidance. Let's give them a round of applause!"

What? To be beaten by Grade 2 geniuses?

The students, excited, began to clap. "Thank you, seniors!"

One of the geniuses chuckled to himself, "These are students from the top class in Grade 2. If you wanted to hire them for practice outside, it would cost a fortune."

Another student, eager to improve his practical skills, thought, "Getting a beating from a Grade 2 genius is worth it, even if it means breaking an arm."

Qian Shen's eyes were fixed on Lan Ling, the tallest and most imposing figure. He thought, "Lan Ling, second in overall score last month, first in physical education, and the ace of the Grade 2 sports team. But..."

"Boring." Qian Shen turned away. "Comparing scores across grades is meaningless. These top students from Grade 2 have been cultivating for an extra year. Any one of them is unbeatable for Grade 1 students, so there's no difference."

He Dayou simply smiled and nodded at the Grade 2 students, as the son of a board trustee, he was familiar with many of the top students from the upper grades.

Lei Jun, seeing the eager expressions of most students, was pleased with their spirit. "Good, you all look spirited."

"Taoist Arts require money, the more you spend, the stronger you become."

"To become strong in Martial Arts, you need to take hits. The less you fear losing, being hit, or being beaten, the faster you'll improve in practical combat."

"Only by getting hit, being beaten, and getting back up again can you gain practical combat experience."

Seeing some students already raising their hands, Lei Jun was about to pick someone for a sparring match when he saw Lan Ling whisper something in his ear.

Lei Jun nodded and looked at Bai Zhenzhen, who was hiding in the crowd, calling out, "Bai Zhenzhen, you go first and give the others a demonstration with the seniors."

"Lan Ling, this Bai Zhenzhen is the top talent in Grade 1's practical combat. Give her some good pointers."

Lan Ling, while practicing with a barbell in his right hand, slowly walked to the center of the room and said to Bai Zhenzhen, "Junior, let's spar."

Bai Zhenzhen's face darkened as she walked up under the envious gazes of her classmates, inwardly cursing Lan Ling.

The damn shrimp, clearly up to no good. Was he looking for an excuse to beat her up because of the contract?

She knew the upcoming fight wouldn't just be a friendly sparring match but a chance for him to teach her a lesson.

Better to strike first!

As soon as she stepped into the ring, Bai Zhenzhen swiftly kicked at Lan Ling's lower abdomen, aiming for his Dantian.

But Lan Ling didn't even flinch, letting her kick hit him with a loud thud.

Despite being kicked in a vital spot, Lan Ling's expression didn't change, and he didn't budge, as if nothing had happened.

Instead, Bai Zhenzhen felt like she had kicked a block of granite, her foot bones aching as if they were about to crack.

"Is the gap between us so big?"

Just as Bai Zhenzhen was about to retreat, she felt her ankle being grabbed by a hand like a steel clamp.

Lan Ling, holding her ankle, smiled and said, "Junior, you seem to have underestimated me."

As the two fought, Lei Jun commented to the students on the side.

"Great ambush! Remember, in practical combat, ambushing is a crucial skill for the weak to defeat the strong."

"But Bai Zhenzhen doesn't know Lan Ling well enough."

"Lan Ling has undergone the 'Absolute' Sterilization Procedure, eliminating all gender characteristics, hormonal influences, and many conventional weaknesses..."

"Now, Bai Zhenzhen is locked down. She's kicking and struggling, but Lan Ling's Physical Strength Level is over 6, while Bai Zhenzhen's is only around 1.4. Once locked down, it's over..."

Midway through his commentary, Lei Jun suddenly burst forward with a loud thud.

At the same time, a loud explosion echoed through the air.

In the shocked gazes of the students, Bai Zhenzhen was thrown by Lan Ling, leaving a trail of afterimages as she crashed into the Training Ground's wall.

But just before her head could hit the wall, Lei Jun appeared behind her, and they both crashed through the wall, landing outside the Training Ground with a loud boom.

A moment later, Lei Jun returned with a limping Bai Zhenzhen, his expression grim as he looked at Lan Ling. "That was too much, wasn't it?"

Bai Zhenzhen was one of the best in Grade 1's practical combat. If she got seriously injured, it would affect Lei Jun's performance.

Lan Ling smiled warmly. "I trust you, teacher, to ensure she's fine."

"This is a good opportunity to teach her a lesson about underestimating her opponents in practical combat."

He then looked at Bai Zhenzhen and said, "Junior, did you learn your lesson? Shall we continue?"

Seeing his invitation, Bai Zhenzhen's eyes flashed with anger, and a hidden force within her stirred, ready to break free.

"No, I can't reveal it. If I do, it's over..."

Lei Jun was about to intervene but was held back by a look from Lan Ling. "Teacher, I'll be more careful from now on."

Lei Jun, who had suspected something, now confirmed it.

Thinking back to the Student Union's request to disqualify Bai Zhenzhen and Zhang Yu from the Martial Arts Championship, he realized this was also their doing.

Thinking of the Student Union at Songyang High School, he could only sigh and warn, "This is my class. Don't go too far."

Lan Ling smiled. "Don't worry, teacher. Bai Zhenzhen is a valuable student to the school. I won't let her get seriously hurt."

At this moment, the other Grade 1 students also sensed the tension but didn't understand what was happening.

He Dayou, as the son of a board trustee, had already figured out that this was an attempt to suppress Bai Zhenzhen. Could it be related to the contract negotiations? Were they trying to lower her value?

He felt a bit of regret that Zhang Yu wasn't there today; otherwise, he might have seen the poor guy's embarrassment.

Just then, a male voice came from the Training Ground's entrance.

"Hey, are you bullying my intern?"

In the surprised and shocked gazes of the students, Zhang Yu walked in, raising his right hand and swiftly tracing a pattern on his black and white Talisman Codex.

Confinement Talisman—activated!

In the next instant, countless golden points of light appeared around Lan Ling, forming giant golden hands that grabbed him.

"Lan Ling, you've been caught by a Confinement Talisman?"

"Zhang Yu, that poor guy... where did he get a Talisman Codex to cast a Confinement Talisman?"

Feeling the nine giant hands pinning him down, even trying to press him to the ground, Lan Ling was furious.

(End of Chapter)

Chapter end