After the darkness!

In the afternoon, at the No. 7 Middle School Gymnasium.

Sunlight streamed through the glass windows with iron bars, splashing lavishly onto the amber-patterned wooden floor.

"Whoosh—hiss—"

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

Heavy breathing mixed with the muffled thuds of feet hitting the ground, weaving a dense net in the empty stadium.

The students scattered like scattered stars, each occupying a section of the floor to begin practicing the "Eighteen Forms of Body Refinement".

Some people had their hair tied up in a wide ponytail, their sweat-dampened bangs sticking to their foreheads; others threw punches with a gust of wind, their school uniform sleeves whipping out sharp arcs.

Apart from the initial physical warm-up training being a group activity, the formal practice of the "Eighteen Forms" is mainly done by students on an individual basis.

As for the teachers, they were like ancient instructors, walking back and forth among the crowd with their hands behind their backs, correcting the students' movements from time to time.

After all, everyone's breathing rhythm is different, and forcing yourself to concentrate on practicing will not be effective.

Physical education teacher Liu Jianhao paced back and forth on the field, his bald head gleaming in the sunlight.

His faded training uniform was stretched taut by his arm muscles, and with each step he took, the floor seemed to tremble slightly.

Watch out for your hips!

He suddenly stopped behind a girl who was lunging forward, placing his large, fan-like hand on her lower back. "It's not your waist that's exerting force, it's your hips that are dropping down. Imagine sitting in an invisible chair—yes, find that feeling!"

In the corner, as Lin Yijue completed the final move, "Return to My Own Style," he couldn't help but cough a few times.

He leaned on his knees, panting heavily, beads of sweat on his forehead hitting the wooden floor and spreading into a small dark brown patch.

His lungs felt like they were being branded with a red-hot iron; every breath was accompanied by a sharp, abrasive pain. His diaphragm throbbed and ached, causing his vision to blur. The surrounding noise seemed to be muffled by a curtain of water.

"What's wrong with you? You look so weak?" Wang Qi poked her friend's pale cheek and said speechlessly.

"You've been acting strange since you started running laps. Now your boxing feels like you're walking on cotton, and you break your routine three times in a row—don't you really need to go see the medical staff? I have some energy bars left over from last time in my bag."

Lin Yijue waved his hand and slowly straightened up, leaning against the wall.

He could clearly feel that as he practiced, the muscle groups in all parts of his body were being stimulated, but he felt even more tired.

It's even more tiring than when I practice at home.

"It's nothing, I just did a few extra sets of practice before class." Lin Yijue picked up the bottle of mineral water from the ground, unscrewed the cap, and gulped down half the bottle. The icy liquid slid down his burning throat, bringing a brief moment of relief.

"Maybe that's a bit too much."

"Extra training? How many rounds have you done already?" Wang Qi's eyes widened, then she nodded seriously. "No wonder you've improved so much, you've been secretly developing! Tell me, are you planning to abandon your studies and take up martial arts?" Her voice was somewhat sarcastic.

"Don't believe me if you don't want to." Lin Yijue realized the other person was joking, so he tossed the mineral water aside and continued practicing his moves.

"No, Ah Jue, are you serious?" Wang Qi was speechless.

"Hmph." Lin Yijue didn't even raise his head.

Although he was still feeling a bit unwell, he could clearly feel that with each practice session, his movements were getting closer to the standard, and he was making progress.

This is a feeling that the original owner rarely experienced.

This is the difference in natural talent.

Simply put, it's centrifugal control.

Compared to the original owner, the training effect he achieved was much better with the same practice.

Lin Yijue slightly bent his knees, breathing softly as he sorted out his thoughts.

"If I master the eighteen techniques, I can get extra points and go to college, just like Luo Wen," he thought to himself. That would solve his biggest problem.

"Hey, Teacher Liu is watching you!" Wang Qi suddenly nudged him with her elbow.

Lin Yijue looked up and met Liu Jianhao's sharp eyes.

The bald teacher walked up to him without him noticing and tapped his side with his index finger knuckle: "The basic movement is okay, but your waist and hips aren't engaging when you punch."

He grabbed Lin Yijue's wrist and thrust it forward sharply. "Watch closely, it's not your arm that swings out, it's your hip that drives your torso to swing out, like the force of a whip—do it again."

When Lin Yijue threw another punch as instructed, a strange power instantly flowed from his waist and hips to his fist.

The sudden surge of power sent a jolt through him.

Liu Jianhao stared at his slightly pale face and said, "You need to rest before physical education class."

After saying that, he didn't say anything more and turned to walk towards the next student.

Judging by his movements alone, he was already above average among everyone in the class. It's just a pity that for some reason, he was too weak.

This is a typical case of someone with good comprehension but poor foundation.

Wang Qi, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but laugh when she saw this.

Then, with the same stern face and affected tone, he said, "Make sure you get some rest before your physical education class."

Lin Yijue ignored the other party and continued to exert force seriously, experiencing the harmony between his breathing and movements.

"Should I ask the teacher?" he thought nervously as he practiced.

However, the answer quickly came to mind.

Why wouldn't you go?

He's not really a high school student, so why is he so timid about showing off? He's a college graduate, after all, and he's not so obsessed with saving face.

Not to mention, as I practiced, I really felt like I was going to die.

If it weren't for the excellent physical feedback after the workout, he wouldn't have dared to continue.

Unfortunately……

Ten minutes later.

"You're just too tired. The human body has its limits. High-intensity training without proper rest will definitely cause problems. I suggest you get plenty of sleep in this condition and make sure to take nutritional supplements." Liu Jianhao said casually after listening to him. Just then, a few good students raised their hands, and he went over to them.

Lin Yijue felt a slight tingling sensation in his heart. He naturally knew that his condition had nothing to do with not sleeping well, but at this moment he could only nod.

Somewhat disappointed, they returned and continued practicing.

Not long after, the 90-minute physical education class ended.

The students left in twos and threes.

……

Because it's the senior year of high school, there are only two classes in the afternoon, so most people choose to go back to school.

"Aren't you leaving yet, Jue-mei?" Wang Qi asked, looking at Lin Yijue walking towards the classroom with some confusion.

"I still need to memorize some texts," Lin Yijue replied. In reality, he was waiting for the Chinese teacher to finish class.

This is to guard against Xu Jie.

Teenage boys are the most difficult to mess with; once they get excited, they don't care about anything else.

Moreover, since the other party failed to catch him last time, they can't give up so easily. Otherwise, how can they survive?

Recalling his childhood experience of being ranked low while playing video games, he didn't want to be ganged up on.

And this period of time can also be used to study academic subjects.

Whether you want to pass an exam or gain a deeper understanding of the world, you definitely can't do it without learning.

"Wang Qi, let's go. There's a sales fair on East Street. There are a lot of compressed biscuits from outside the wall. If we don't go now, they'll all be sold out." At this moment, another girl with a light yellow ponytail came over.

She is Ding Jie, Wang Qi's best friend.

The trade fair they were talking about was actually organized by a group of itinerant vendors who traveled from one base city to another.

In this relatively closed-off era, isolated by high walls, the novel gadgets they possess are very attractive to young people.

"Okay, okay," Wang Qi nodded, then looked at Lin Yijue. "Are you really not going, Jue-mei? I heard there's a circus at this trade fair. It used to be your favorite."

"No, I want to read." Lin Yijue shook his head.

"I said 'Warrior,' you didn't even score as high as me in the second mock exam, yet you're pretending to be a top student? Do you really think you can get into university by cramming at the last minute?" Ding Jie flicked her light yellow ponytail, glanced at Lin Yijue sideways, and was somewhat speechless.

Last time, Lin Yijue's score was even lower than hers in the second mock exam. Now, even she was planning to go to the countryside to attend a vocational high school, but the other party still managed to pull this crazy move.

For some reason, seeing the other person diligently memorizing their notes, her good mood about going to the trade fair immediately vanished.

Lin Yijue: ...

He was somewhat at a loss for words. In his previous life, whether during his student years or after he started working, he rarely argued with girls.

"Alright, look carefully." Wang Qi quickly smoothed things over. "I'll go see if there's anything new or interesting. If there is, I'll bring some back for you."

"Hurry up, hurry up, or everything will be sold out."

After saying that, he pulled Ding Jie towards the door, not wanting the two of them to continue arguing.

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