Why did you provoke that old man? He's a reincarnation of a deity!

The next day at Chenshi (7-9 AM), the classroom of Class 7 was more packed than usual.

The fifty students stood in neat rows, even those who usually slept on their desks were sitting up straight.

The reason is simple: Meng Chenhai is going to take on direct students.

This is said to be his second direct student after his grandson.

Xiao Nian walked up to the podium with a cane, followed by a chubby figure.

Shen Dazhuang was wearing a college uniform that was clearly two sizes too small, and his belly was making the buttons look like they were about to burst open.

His whole body trembled as he walked. Standing next to Xiao Nian, he scratched his head at the fifty students in the class and smiled sheepishly.

"This is Shen Dazhuang," Xiao Nian said, her voice audible throughout the classroom. "This is the second direct student I've taken on."

The class fell silent for a moment, then a buzz of discussion arose from every corner.

"Shen Dazhuang? I heard he's the perennial loser?"

"My God, it's him? No wonder he looked so familiar."

"I've met him before. Teacher Wang from Class 3 said he'd never even get into physical training in his life."

"How could Teacher Meng have taken on such a good-for-nothing as a disciple? What does she see in him? Is it because he can eat?"

Upon hearing those words, Shen Dazhuang's chubby face flushed slightly, and he lowered his head, not daring to look at the audience.

Weakness is the original sin, and you'll be talked about everywhere.

The chatter among Xiao Nian and the others subsided slightly, and they coughed twice.

"Quiet."

Everyone shut their mouths.

"I have an announcement to make." Xiao Nian glanced at Shen Dazhuang, then at the fifty people below the stage, "Starting today, one month from now, all of you are eligible to challenge him."

Shen Dazhuang suddenly raised his head, his face showing confusion.

"Do you remember what I told you? A month from now, any one of you who can defeat Shen Dazhuang will receive a personal reward of one thousand taels of silver."

The classroom fell silent for a moment.

Then the whole thing exploded.

"Challenge this guy? A thousand taels?!"

"Did I hear that right? One thousand taels?"

"Defeat Shen Dazhuang? That Shen Dazhuang who's always been at the bottom of the class?!"

"Isn't this money just picked up for free?"

"Who can miss out on these great deals?"

Zhang Ruilin stood up abruptly: "Is it true that everyone who defeats someone gets this reward?"

Xiao Nian nodded: "One month from now, each of you who defeats him will receive [a reward]."

Another girl with a ponytail stood up as well: "What rules? What restrictions?"

"There are no restrictions. One month from today, right here in this classroom, anyone who can defeat him fair and square one-on-one will receive one thousand taels on the spot."

Xiao Nian stood on the podium, looking at the fifty faces below, flushed with excitement. The classroom erupted in cheers.

"I could take that fat guy down with one hand!"

"One thousand taels is enough for my family's expenses for a year!"

"Teacher Meng has come to give us money!"

"Don't try to take it from me a month from now, I'll go first!"

Some people had already started gesturing with their fists at Shen Dazhuang, determined to win, while others were shouting at the fatso, "You'd better sleep for the rest of the month."

Fifty pairs of eyes fell on Shen Dazhuang at once, their gazes like wolves eyeing meat.

Shen Dazhuang stood by the podium, frozen in place as if struck by lightning.

He originally thought that by becoming an apprentice, he could stay in Class 7 in peace and not be kicked out or ridiculed as a good-for-nothing anymore.

As a result, his master put him on the stage in front of everyone and let all fifty students beat him up, and he would even give money to the winner.

Did I really become a punching bag?

Shen Dazhuang took a half-step back with his short legs, turned his head and whispered, "Teacher, is it too late for me to regret it now?"

He didn't finish the second half of his sentence because Xiao Nian turned her head slightly and glanced at him.

"What do you think? Is there a problem?" Xiao Nian asked in a flat tone.

"I've been here for so long and haven't broken through to the Body Tempering stage. Isn't this bet going too far..." Shen Dazhuang shrank his neck, clearly intending to back down.

Xiao Nian turned back and pointed at the audience: "Are you willing to be looked down upon for the rest of your life?"

Although Shen Dazhuang was cowardly, he still had some ambition: "Of course I'm not willing. If it weren't for my own problems, who would want to always be subservient to others?"

When Xiao Nian saw him, she was reminded of the bewildered look on her face when Ye Xunmei abandoned her. Which young person doesn't lose their way for a while?

"Remember this, you have no problems. You never know how much potential you have. Just go for it without hesitation."

Shen Dazhuang, as if injected with chicken blood, said, "Okay, I'll do whatever the teacher says."

"You can begin your challenge in one month. get out of class dismissed."

He walked down from the podium with his cane, and Shen Dazhuang followed behind him with his head hanging low. The two walked out of the classroom one after the other, and the discussion behind them became even more heated.

"Hahaha, Fatty Shen is in deep trouble this time."

"I'll be the first one up a month from now, and the thousand taels are mine!"

"Don't try to take it from me, I signed up first!"

"You? I could knock that fat guy out with one punch right now. You'd better get in line."

Shen Dazhuang followed behind Xiao Nian, and hearing these voices, he felt a chill run down his spine: he never imagined that Xiao Nian would push him to the forefront.

Once he was outside the teaching building and no one was around, he couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Teacher, do you think I can beat them in a month?"

Xiao didn't even reply: "You can."

"I trust you."

……

Xiao Nian pushed him into the dormitory together.

"What kind of martial arts do you practice?"

"The academy issued a book called 'Iron Bone Kung Fu,' the lowest level one, which claims to strengthen muscles and bones."

"Iron Bone Kung Fu?" Xiao Nian scoffed. "Who taught you that?"

"No one taught me; I practiced by myself according to the book."

Xiao Nian remained silent for a moment. This kid is a gem, but no one has discovered him.

"Iron Bone Kung Fu is indeed a body-refining technique, but its core lies in working from the outside in, first training the skin and flesh, then the tendons and bones, and finally the qi and blood, progressing step by step. This technique is not suitable for you."

Shen Dazhuang scratched his head: "So I practiced it wrong?"

"You've been practicing incorrectly, terribly incorrectly. Seventy percent of your meridians are blocked, and your blood and qi circulation is sluggish, which is why you're stuck in the early stages of body tempering. You think you're useless, but the truth is, what you're practicing is fundamentally wrong."

Shen Dazhuang's eyes widened.

He practiced Iron Bone Kung Fu for two years, and everyone said he was stupid, that he had poor aptitude, and that he wasn't cut out for martial arts, but he believed them all.

It turned out that he wasn't stupid, but that there was something wrong with the technique.

"Teacher, what should we do?"

Xiao Nian raised her right hand and pressed her middle finger against his forehead, channeling a stream of spiritual energy into his mind.

Shen Dazhuang suddenly felt a huge amount of information enter his mind.

This was the first time Shen Dazhuang had ever seen such a miraculous method of transmitting skills. He had heard that the other teachers used paper books to transmit the skills.

Among these messages, he saw several large characters: "Swallowing Mountains and Shattering Peaks Technique".

"Practice this well."

"Teacher!" He looked up, his eyes a little red, "The challenge in a month!"

"If you can't even beat those fifty pieces of trash, you don't deserve to be my disciple." Xiao Nian stood up, leaning on his cane, walked to the door, and gave him the order to leave. "Go back and train. Don't embarrass me in a month."

Shen Dazhuang bowed deeply to Xiao Nian, then turned and ran away.

He ran a few steps, then stopped, turned around, and shouted, "Teacher! I definitely won't let you down!"

Xiao Nian waved his hand, closed the door, and continued to cultivate with his eyes closed!