This guy really has a sharp tongue.
After a few rounds of bickering between the two, more and more classmates gradually showed up.
Until a beautiful figure appeared at the door, waking up quite a few male classmates who had just woken up not long ago.
Although Chen Yuting was also wearing the regular school uniform as required by the school, she had obviously modified it a lot, making the originally loose school uniform quite form - fitting and very eye - catching.
Walking into the classroom, Chen Yuting scanned the room with her eyes. When her gaze landed on Wang Xian, she gave a cold snort and walked wordlessly to her seat in the third row.
Following behind her was a tall teenager with a few pimples on his face.
"Xiaoting, this is the breakfast I brought for you today."
The tall teenager walked in and stood beside Chen Yuting, looking extremely smug.
He glanced at Wang Xian out of the corner of his eye, puffing out his chest like a general who had won a great victory.
"Okay, got it." Chen Yuting took the breakfast and showed a faint smile. "Thank you, monitor."
Seeing her smile, the tall teenager got as excited as if he had been injected with adrenaline.
"..." Wang Xian.
"Hey?" Zhou Xukun let out a surprised sound and whispered, "Dude, it seems like your position as a love - struck fool has been snatched by that stupid Li Zihang?"
Previously, it was always Wang Xian who brought the breakfast.
"How can a human compete with a dog for a position?"
Wang Xian said casually and then lay down on the desk.
Zhou Xukun was stunned for a moment:
"Damn, makes sense!"
In front, Chen Yuting stole a glance at Wang Xian behind with her peripheral vision. Seeing his nonchalant look, she couldn't help but frown slightly.
Humph, still pretending! Let's see how long you can keep it up!
Everyone fell silent and started the morning self - study.
Wugao High School has morning self - study, but the more important thing is the morning broadcast martial arts practice.
So after a short self - study session, as the broadcast outside rang out, each class started to walk down to the playground in an orderly manner at seven o'clock sharp.
The martial arts practice was, of course, the Body - Building Fist promoted by the country.
As a key high school, most students' Body - Building Fist skills were okay, but they were only at the very beginning stage.
The Body - Building Fist consists of a total of ten forms, covering the use of joints in all parts of the body.
If practiced poorly, it can activate qi and blood and strengthen the body.
If practiced well, it can be used to fight beasts and even kill people, and also strengthen the foundation and cultivate the essence.
Its lower limit is very low, and its upper limit is extremely high.
However, ordinary martial artists rarely reach the upper limit of the Body - Building Fist, which often requires extremely high martial arts theory.
During the exercise, each class had a leader, which meant the one who practiced the best in the class.
Being the leader was an honor.
For example, the leader of Class One was Xia Sichen.
The leader of Class Four was the monitor, Li Zihang.
The leader of Class Nine was not Ye Miyue, but another girl.
At the very front, there was also a teacher like a pacesetter, with a straight posture and a solemn face.
That was the school's teaching director, Zhou Dahai.
"First form, Wind Rising over Kunlun!"
The entire playground fell silent, and only the teaching director's voice rang out loudly.
Wang Xian took a glance. As soon as the starting form was shown, he could tell the level of the teaching director's Body - Building Fist at a glance.
'He has reached the level of masterful proficiency. Maybe in another ten years or so, he can reach the peak.'
For a third - realm martial artist to practice the Body - Building Fist to this level, it basically meant he had been very dedicated.
Many martial artists, after reaching the first realm, either focused on strengthening their own martial arts talents or participated in martial arts competitions.
Few of them continued to practice the Body - Building Fist.
Wang Xian wasn't interested in looking any further. Instead, he turned his gaze to a figure in Class Nine diagonally across. He watched with great enjoyment.
Since the queue was arranged according to height, and he was the tallest in Class Four, he was in the front row. Naturally, it was quite obvious when he turned his head.
"Wang Xian, you brat, be more serious!"
As the class pacesetter, Li Zihang naturally wouldn't miss this opportunity to scold him.
Taking advantage of a turning movement, he shouted:
"You practice so poorly and still look around. You're spoiling the class's image! Be careful if Cui Sanyan catches you!"
To be fair, although Wang Xian had turned his head, his body was still following the teaching director's instructions in an orderly manner.
So he looked rather nonchalant.
Naturally, he didn't affect the whole class.
Of course, Wang Xian didn't think that Li Zihang could tell that his Body - Building Fist practice had reached the state of returning to simplicity and combining form and spirit.
Even the teaching director on the stage might not be able to tell much.
He didn't have that kind of insight.
So...
"You just focus on your own practice." Wang Xian replied briefly.
"You!" Li Zihang frowned and snorted. "Let me tell you some good news. There will be a random martial arts test today. If you slack off during the broadcast exercise, just wait and see if Cui Sanyan punishes you!"
Cui Sanyan was the head teacher of Class Four.
Because he often peeked at the students through the back door or window of the classroom, the whole class felt as if they were being watched by a third eye. So the students in Class Four privately called him Cui Sanyan.
Wang Xian didn't pay much attention and still turned his head from time to time to look at Ye Miyue in Class Nine.
"It seems she has been practicing." Wang Xian nodded slightly.
The Hunyuan Breathing Method can not only be combined with the standing - post practice but also with the Body - Building Fist.
Just by taking a look, Wang Xian could tell that this girl had really taken his so - called "massage technique" to heart.
Over there, Ye Miyue was practicing very seriously and uprightly, so seriously that she didn't notice any looks at all.
She was completely focused!
On the stage.
Zhou Dahai, the teaching director, was in his early forties. He came from a military background and had been practicing the Body - Building Fist for twenty years.
After retiring from the army, he came to Rongcheng Wugao High School and had taught more than a dozen graduating classes.
He naturally understood how important the Body - Building Fist, as a basic martial art promoted by the country in high schools, was.
"Zhao Jun from Class Eight has made rapid progress. His Body - Building Fist has barely reached the small - achievement realm."
The martial arts realm, whether it's the old - style martial arts or the new - style martial skills, is divided into four realms: Initial Insight, Small Achievement, Masterful Proficiency, and Peak Perfection.
Although the names vary at home and abroad, the Blue Star Martial Alliance divides them into these four realms.
For example, abroad, they are simply divided into the first realm, the second realm, the third realm... It's simple and easy to understand.
Some say that above the fourth realm is the "Return to Simplicity" that countless martial arts masters pursue.
Reaching that realm, even the weakest basic martial arts can exert great power.
"Wu Bai from Class Three, how many months has it been? He hasn't made any progress. He's only at the entry - level after two years..."
"Li Zihang from Class Four... has a little talent, but unfortunately, he has too many distracting thoughts... It's easy for him to enter the entry - level, but it's extremely difficult for him to reach the small - achievement realm."
"Xia Sichen from Class One has extraordinary talent... He should have recently entered the small - achievement realm."
Seeing Class One, Zhou Dahai nodded slightly, showing his satisfaction.
The martial arts realm, although it only has four levels, actually has a huge gap between each level.
The Body - Building Fist is easy to learn but difficult to master.
It's easy to enter the entry - level.
But it's extremely difficult to reach the small - achievement realm.
To reach the masterful proficiency level, even if one has great talent, it's almost impossible without more than ten years of painstaking practice.
And for the peak perfection level.
As far as he knew, even many seventh - realm grandmasters in the country couldn't reach it.
As for those who can practice the Body - Building Fist to the legendary "Return to Simplicity" realm, there are so few in the Dragon Country that you can count them on one hand.
He knew too well that the Body - Building Fist was a basic martial art integrated from the essence of hundreds of years of old - style martial arts.
Now, in the whole school, after two and a half years, there are thousands of senior high school students.
Only Xia Sichen has achieved a minor success.
As for those freshmen and sophomores who have just started practicing, it's not even worth mentioning.
"Hey, Ye Miyue from Class 9..."
While looking around, Zhou Dahai suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "When did she achieve minor success?"
As the dean of students, he isn't very familiar with the students' other academic achievements.
But when it comes to the Body - Strengthening Fist he leads the students to practice, he basically knows every student like the back of his hand.
"I remember she was only at an above - average beginner level before... It would take at least a year or so for her to achieve minor success... It was only possible for her to do so when she went to college."
Ye Miyue has good natural talent. Her liberal arts scores have always ranked first in the school.
Her physical qualities in martial arts courses are also quite outstanding.
However, the Body - Strengthening Fist is not that easy to practice.
Even in college, it is a compulsory course.
In fact, one of the graduation requirements for many top martial arts universities is to practice the Body - Strengthening Fist to a state of perfection.
But looking at her, so focused and with such a proficient form, every move slightly stirring the subtle primordial qi in the surrounding world.
Zhou Dahai suspected he was seeing things.
"Could it be... an epiphany?" Zhou Dahai showed a faint smile.
It should be the case.
Otherwise, there's no way she could have made such great progress!
However, only Ye Miyue at this moment knows that she is actually recalling the process of massaging Wang Xian yesterday...
"Not bad, not bad..."
Zhou Dahai was very satisfied and then looked at the other students again.
Suddenly!
His body stiffened. His body instinctively reached the ninth form, 'Heaven - Blending and Wish - Fulfilling', and suddenly stopped.
"Wait, I can't understand the level of this student... What's going on?"
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