Full-Time Martial Saint

Despite his doubts, a promise is a promise, and since the person had already agreed to accept it, Ma Xinhua could only helplessly say, "Chen Cong, come with me."

Chen bowed again: "Thank you, Teacher Ma."

In the classroom, nearly a hundred pairs of eyes looked curiously at Chen Cong, who was led in by Ma Xinhua, and hushed whispers gradually arose.

"Quiet down!"

Ma Xinhua patted the lectern and cleared his throat: "This is our new student, Chen Cong. He will be a student in Class 2 of Senior Three from now on. Everyone, please welcome him."

Sparse applause rang out in the classroom.

Ma Xinhua didn't seem to care much, pointing to an empty seat at the back of the middle of the classroom: "Chen Cong, sit there."

In the back row of the classroom, a boy with a burly build, like an ox, was suddenly awakened by the applause. He squinted his sleepy eyes and looked around blankly.

"Is it thundering?"

The boy looked at his deskmate and asked in confusion.

"A new transfer student has arrived. Look, he's coming over." The classmate with the buzz cut gestured with his lip towards Chen Cong, who was walking slowly towards him.

Zhao Cheng rubbed his eyes, looking incredulously at the familiar smiling face.

"Brother Cong!?"

"You—you..."

His exclamation immediately drew an angry glare from Ma Xinhua on the podium.

"Zhao Cheng!"

"Get out if you yell again!"

Most martial arts students don't pay much attention to academic subjects and are usually too lazy to talk to their academic teachers; but Ma Xinhua is their homeroom teacher, and the students are somewhat afraid of this old man who teaches history.

Zhao Cheng shrank his neck and quickly lay down on the table, not daring to move.

Chen Cong's seat was two rows away from his, making it inconvenient to talk.

Looking at Chen Cong, who was already seated and listening attentively, Zhao Cheng blinked, quickly found a piece of white paper, hastily wrote a note, handed it to the student in front of him, and then pointed at Chen Cong.

Passing notes during class is a basic skill during one's student years.

The boy in the front row understood immediately, and casually tugged at the ponytail of the girl in front of him, handed her the note, and pointed at Chen Cong as well.

And so, the note was passed around twice before finally reaching Chen Cong's hands.

However, Chen Cong only glanced at it before stuffing the note into his desk and continuing to listen attentively to the lesson.

He was a transfer student from the Cultural Academy. He knew very little about martial arts and the world that martial artists belonged to. Now that he had finally embarked on this path, he did not want to miss a single class.

Seeing this, Zhao Cheng could only slump onto his desk and continue sleeping soundly.

Finally, get out of class ended, and as soon as Ma Xinhua left the classroom, the students rushed out in a swarm; Zhao Cheng also rushed to Chen Cong's side, excitedly hugging his shoulder: "Brother Cong, it really is you!"

Chen Cong felt uncomfortable being squeezed so tightly. He struggled to pry open the arm, which was thicker than his own thigh, and said with a faint smile, "You, have you gained weight again lately?"

"I'm afraid half of Uncle Zhao's monthly salary goes into your stomach."

Zhao Cheng raised his arm and grinned, "Half isn't enough, I have to eat four nutritious meals a day now... Never mind that!"

"Brother Cong, aren't you from the Cultural Academy? What are you doing at the Martial Arts Academy?"

Chen Cong joked, "I couldn't make it on my own, so I came to you for help."

"By the way, what's the next class? I can tell you don't really want to listen. How about I borrow your textbook for a bit?"

He just transferred here, and he probably won't get his new textbooks until tomorrow.

Seeing that he was deliberately changing the subject, Zhao Cheng didn't press further and picked up the conversation, saying, "Next class... Oh no!" His expression suddenly changed, and without saying a word, he pulled Chen Cong up, "Cong-ge, hurry! If we're any later, those bastards will have taken all the good seats!"

The two left the classroom and ran towards the martial arts hall.

On the way, after Zhao Cheng gave a brief explanation, Chen Cong got a general understanding of what martial arts students had to learn every day.

He has four classes in the morning, three of which are academic classes. In addition to the basic courses such as Chinese and mathematics that he originally had to take at the College of Culture, he also has a course called "Alien Creatures" and a course called "History of the Fusion World".

After the academic classes, there is usually a session on stance training or basic cold weapon skills; the afternoon classes are more fixed, consisting only of physical training and boxing techniques.

Chen wasted a lot of time processing the transfer application, and by the time he arrived at the new class, half of the third academic class had already passed.

The training hall for stance training is located on the second floor of the martial arts hall. The space is half the size of the hall where Zhang Kui teaches boxing. The floor is paved with solid wood, and it looks very simple and clean.

When the two arrived, most of the front seats in the venue had already been taken by students who had run fast. Seeing this, Zhao Cheng muttered in annoyance, "A bunch of bastards! Why aren't you this enthusiastic in martial arts class?!"

The two found a spot in the third row. Chen Cong looked around in confusion and whispered, "Why do they all like to grab the front seats? Is there anything different about them?"

Zhao Cheng's expression was strange, and he smiled mysteriously: "You'll find out soon enough."

The wait wasn't long. When the last student arrived just in time, the door on the other side of the venue slowly opened. Almost simultaneously, the whispers in the entire venue vanished instantly, and all the boys straightened their backs in unison. Zhao Cheng, in particular, stood up straight with an agility completely disproportionate to his size, his eyes fixed straight ahead.

Just as Chen Congzheng was wondering what was going on, a figure walked out from inside the door.

The moment he saw that figure, he seemed to understand why the male classmates were so keen on sitting in the front.

"Brother Cong, isn't Teacher Su pretty?"

About a meter to the left, Zhao Cheng asked in a cheeky tone.

Chen nodded seriously.

The instructor in charge of teaching stance training, Ms. Su, is at least 1.7 meters tall. Her curvaceous figure, accentuated by her tight-fitting training uniform, is fatally alluring to these hormone-fueled teenage boys.

What's even more deadly is that she also has a head of long, silver hair that reaches her waist. Although her delicate features are serious and she doesn't smile, there seems to be a captivating charm hidden between her brows and eyes.

Su Nanyue slowly walked to the front of the crowd, looked around, and suddenly noticed Chen Cong in the third row.

"A new student has joined our class?"

Her voice wasn't loud, but it was very clear, carrying a touch of the gentle grace of a woman from Jiangnan.

Meeting her gaze, Chen Cong slowly walked to the left, shifting his position away from the two people in front of him, and bowed slightly: "Teacher, my name is Chen Cong."

Su Nanyue nodded: "My surname is Su, Su Nanyue. You can call me Teacher Su from now on. Chen Cong, have you studied stance training before?"

Chen Cong shook his head slightly. Before this, he had never even heard of stance training, let alone learned it.

Su Nanyue nodded again: "Since you haven't learned it before, then come to the front."

"Standing exercises are not only an important tool for you to strengthen your bodies and improve your overall physical fitness right now, but also the foundation for your future training in university. You cannot be careless about them."

"From now on, stand next to the teacher during stance training. Ask questions promptly if you don't understand anything, and try not to fall too far behind."

As soon as Su Nanyue finished speaking, a chorus of groans erupted in the training hall; all the boys in Class 2 of the senior year looked at Chen Cong, who was walking slowly forward, with extreme envy, wishing they could take his place and have this honor.

Chen was equally overjoyed at that moment.

However, what pleased him was not this special treatment, but Su Nanyue's explanation of stance training. He hadn't expected that there was such a way to improve overall physical fitness.

If the Golden Finger can analyze the stance training later, wouldn't that mean I have an extra layer of protection?