Cannot Let Down the Physical Education Teacher's Teachings

"If we discover that we have traveled back from the future, it means that humanity has become extinct before we invented the time machine—Hawking."

Li Ye lowered his head, staring blankly at the dilapidated desk in front of him, his gaze hadn't moved for a long time.

This was a double-seater school desk, with numerous scratches clearly made by human hands.

The shapes of the scratches were chaotic, and the ink stains within them likely came from different students and different eras.

Layer upon layer, they rendered mixed colors, full of abstract art, as if condensing the boring past of countless youthful boys.

On the desk lay a test paper, not the mechanically printed kind, but what Li Ye had only heard his parents refer to as "mimeographed papers."

Mimeographed papers were made by carving characters onto thin wax paper with a metal pen, and then using a manual mimeograph machine to spread ink through the wax paper onto sheets of white paper.

These papers were roughly made, and the ink smudged easily, but they were cheap and convenient, making them very popular in the 1980s.

That's right, the 1980s.

Li Ye slowly raised his head, looking at the portrait of the leader filled with the spirit of the times above the blackboard in front of him. He still couldn't believe that his soul had transmigrated to a parallel world in 1981, becoming a repeat high school student with the same name.

The yellowed walls, the stained blackboard, the worn-out desks, and the classmates all around him, who looked so "rustic," had caused a strong shock to Li Ye's soul. He had been in this world for quite some time, but his soul and memories had not yet fully merged.

Li Ye extended his hand, and a section of an arm belonging to a young person was revealed from his sleeve.

The skin was firm and elastic, the muscle lines were slender, beautiful, and well-defined, and the blue veins beneath the epidermis were faintly visible.

With such a low body fat percentage and such good skin, in his previous life, he wouldn't have been able to achieve this without contributing a large sum of money to the gym, meeting six or seven attractive coaches, and taking hundreds of private lessons.

Li Ye, who had regretted his premature graying due to staying up late, couldn't help but sigh inwardly about how good it was to be young!

"Hu Man, none of us in the class got this problem right. Have you figured out how to do it?"

"I don't really understand hyperbolic curves either. I think it should be..."

"Right, right, right, that's what I thought too, but I ran out of time and didn't finish it."

"This method is wrong. I solved it this way, and I didn't get any points."

The heated discussion buzzed in Li Ye's ears, pulling his attention back from his chaotic thoughts.

[Law of Transmigrators One: Adapt to this society, starting with the people around you.]

Li Ye turned his head and looked through the gaps between a few classmates, quickly understanding the situation with the hyperbolic curve math problem.

Seeing a few classmates frowning and scratching their heads without getting anywhere, Li Ye leaned in and grabbed a pen, starting to write down the equations.

"Actually, this problem is very simple. We already know that the right focus of the hyperbola C1, point M (3, t), lies on the hyperbola C1. Then we can use the formula to find t squared, and then..."

Silence. A silence so profound that you could hear a pin drop.

Before Li Ye could finish writing his equations, he was forced to stop.

Because the classmates who had been enthusiastically discussing were all looking at him strangely, as if he were a rare animal.

A few seconds later, Hu Man, who was sitting behind Li Ye, reached out, grabbed the pen in Li Ye's hand, and silently pulled it back.

This pen was hers, a Hero brand fountain pen, and she disliked lending it to others.

The other classmates involved in the discussion also turned their heads and continued their discussion, showing no intention of acknowledging Li Ye.

This was so awkward!

I was kindly trying to help you with the problem, and this is the attitude you give me? Am I invisible?

"Li Ye, you got it wrong yourself, and you have the nerve to explain the problem to Hu Man and the others? What is that saying again? Oh yeah, a blind man riding a blind horse!"

Sarcastic words came from the back of the classroom.

Li Ye blinked and glanced back, seeing a boy whose clothes and hairstyle were incredibly unfashionable and who had a full face of chuunibyo energy.

He Weiguo, a repeat student who had failed twice. He relied on the fact that a teacher was his distant uncle and often teased his classmates, making him a troublemaker not worth bothering with.

Li Ye turned back and looked at his mimeographed paper again.

28 points.

Two bright red numbers stood proudly on the ink-scented paper.

Sigh.

Li Ye was speechless.

In his previous life, even during the years he was addicted to Warcraft and King of Glory, he had never scored so ridiculously low.

Looking at the incorrect answers made him even more speechless.

Misreading the question, incorrect formulas, and finally getting the solution right but making calculation errors – with this level of performance, how did he have the courage to repeat the year? Wouldn't it be better to go to a factory and screw things together?

But while Li Ye remained silent, the guy behind him was relentless.

"Li Ye, are you still hoping to get into Beijing to find Lu Jingyao? Your Chinese is good, can you explain to me what 'a toad wanting to eat swan meat' means?"

"Hahahahahahaha~"

In the silent classroom, there was a burst of laughter.

Not only from the back row of the classroom, but even the boys next to Li Ye let out suppressed chuckles.

However, Hu Man, who had retrieved her pen, and several other girls frowned, their faces showing displeasure.

A sharp, needle-like pain flashed through Li Ye's mind.

After his soul transference, Li Ye's brain felt like a computer. Whether it was subtle memories from his past life or some of the original host's residual mental inheritance, they were all stored on a hard drive, ready to be accessed clearly whenever needed.

A series of images flashed through Li Ye's mind, showing him the past interactions between the original host and Lu Jingyao.

"First sword after landing, cut down the one you love?"

Li Ye shook his head and dismissed it with a laugh.

In this day and age, even someone as resolute as Qing could cut ties with someone they loved, let alone someone who had leaped the dragon gate and become a "public servant"?

"Brother, rest in peace! She wasn't worth it."

Li Ye had extensive experience in his previous life with "fighting and losing, then fighting again." He had seen plenty of scumbags and manipulative women. Getting hurt over love was a foolish act that had nothing to do with him, nor did he want to get into pointless arguments over it.

As Li Ye murmured softly, the lingering obsession that had pierced his heart vanished like smoke.

However, the tree may wish to remain still, but the wind will not cease.

Li Ye's calm demeanor, however, made He Weiguo in the back row feel provoked.

He got up and walked to Li Ye, reaching out to grab Li Ye's test paper.

"28 points, not bad! You gained 7 points after repeating a year. If you repeat for two years, that's 14 points. After three years, Lu Jingyao will have already graduated, haha... Ah, let go, let go!"

Li Ye's hand gripped He Weiguo's, bending two of his fingers. He then slowly stood up, looking coldly at He Weiguo's grimacing face.

"Let go, hiss, let go... Lu Jingyao."

He Weiguo's fingers were almost deformed by Li Ye's grip. He wanted to retaliate, but the pain in his hand made him weak and limp.

Moreover, the panic in He Weiguo's heart was even more intense than the physical pain.

If it were more than half a year ago, He Weiguo wouldn't have dared to provoke Li Ye. Li Ye's fists were not ordinarily hard.

Although the original host looked thin, he wasn't a frail youth who couldn't even lift a chicken.

Li Ye's father and grandfather had both served in the military. His grandfather had practiced martial arts when he was young and later trained many disciples.

Li Ye had been trained by his grandfather since he was a child. While not a legitimate martial artist, he had never lost a fight growing up.

But ever since He Weiguo discovered Li Ye's "weak spot," he felt like he held the bull by the nose ring, able to show off however he pleased.

This weak spot was Lu Jingyao.

After Li Ye repeated a year, anyone who provoked him with Lu Jingyao's name would cause him to get into fights. Each time he fought, rumors would spread throughout the school that "Lu Jingyao got into Beijing University and dumped Li Ye."

In this era with few entertainment options, gossip and rumors were incredibly powerful. Each time, Li Ye would be so embarrassed that he wished he could find a hole to crawl into.

Furthermore, fighting in school was considered misconduct. If it got too serious, parents would be called. After several incidents, not only did his family resent Li Ye, but even the teachers looked at him differently.

At seventeen or eighteen, when one's mind is most sensitive, the once kind youth finally became self-conscious, withdrawn, and depressed, forced to swallow his angry roars.

He wanted to get into university, he wanted to go to BJ, and he couldn't let his troublemaking ruin his pure and precious love.

But suppressed tolerance only invited escalating bullying.

"Aren't you good-looking? Don't you attract girls? Aren't you still someone I can mold and shape?"

"Why are you so flashy? Who else can I bully if not you?"

He Weiguo, who had been jealous of Li Ye for a long time, found an opportunity to assert himself.

When Li Ye's grades improved, he would sarcastically say, "Oh, oh, oh, are you trying to get into Beijing to find Lu Jingyao?"

When Li Ye's grades dropped, he would gloat, "With your lousy grades, you still want to find Lu Jingyao?"

Every time He Weiguo deliberately instigated a conflict and saw Li Ye clenching his fists in suppressed frustration, his heart felt as sweet as honey.

He Weiguo considered himself the "big brother" of the entire class, deserving of everyone's admiration, especially from all the girls.

But now, looking into Li Ye's eyes, He Weiguo couldn't help but feel a tremor of fear.

Too calm.

Where was the self-consciousness, pain, or anger in Li Ye's eyes? There was only terrifying calmness and indifference.

At this moment, He Weiguo felt that Li Ye before him was as terrifying as the tigers in the provincial zoo.

Tigers might seem lazy and non-aggressive, but that's only because they're full and don't feel like moving.

When a tiger truly locks eyes with you, that predatory gaze from the top of the food chain can amplify your fear to the point where you're forced to clamp your legs together to avoid losing control of your bowels.

It wasn't an exaggeration to say that Li Ye, having lived two lives, was crushing high school students like He Weiguo in terms of mental fortitude. It wasn't that he could kill with a look, but they were simply not on the same level.

He Weiguo was scared. He was truly scared.

He feared that the impulsive kid who could break bricks with one hand was back.

"Teacher's coming!"

As a classmate's warning cry faded, a thin, elderly man appeared at the classroom door.

"What are you doing? Are you all looking for a beating?"

A group of students who were watching the commotion immediately scattered, rushing back to their seats to play the part of good children.

There was no "corporal punishment" in those days. Teachers dealt with disobedient students not with loving guidance, but with standing in the corner as a light punishment, or a slap to the face as the proper way to handle things.

Students who received a lesson wouldn't dare tell their parents. If their parents found out, they would give the students even more intensive "education," adding insult to injury and making things worse.

"The teacher's here, let go!"

He Weiguo saw his savior and began to resist and struggle with all his might, intending to confuse right and wrong and frame Li Ye as the "aggressor."

Li Ye released He Weiguo's hand, merely bowed slightly to the old man, and then sat down.

Back in his previous life in China, Li Ye had also been bullied at school. He knew exactly how to deal with such situations.

The less you cared about it, the less of a problem it would be. The more scared you were, the more trouble you'd find.

The old man was taken aback. Li Ye's calm demeanor clearly surprised him.

He had a deep impression of Li Ye. Normally, Li Ye should have been flustered and at a loss at this moment; most students reacted that way.

But looking at Li Ye now, he didn't seem like an ordinary student at all. Instead, he resembled a sage who had weathered many storms.

"Class monitor, what's going on?"

Hu Man stood up and replied, "Teacher Hu, He Weiguo just mocked Li Ye for his poor test score. Li Ye had a fever when he took the test."

This time, it was Li Ye's turn to be surprised.

The little girl who had snatched the fountain pen from his hand just now was clearly speaking in his favor.

"I was sick" was the ultimate, all-purpose excuse for a failing student.

Of course, the original host had indeed had a fever recently, so much so that his soul had been replaced.

But He Weiguo immediately interjected, "Li Ye only got a fever after the exam."

"Enough!"

Teacher Hu impatiently interrupted He Weiguo and said sarcastically, "He Weiguo, how dare you mock others? Get back to your seat."

He Weiguo sullenly returned to the back of the classroom, not forgetting to glare at Li Ye with a "just you wait" expression.

Li Ye wasn't intimidated at all!

Who hadn't gotten into a fight in this era!

A single punch thrown to open the way would prevent a hundred punches from coming.

The physical strength of this body was quite high. As long as he didn't back down, dominating Suzuran wouldn't be a dream.

As for the teacher's attitude, Li Ye believed that once he revealed his academic prowess, the school would understand his difficulties.

"This mock exam was a bit difficult, but it was closer to the real college entrance examination. Many students only scored in the teens or twenties."

"Of course, grades don't represent everything. Some students have immense potential, like Li Ye.

Although he only scored twenty-eight points, which seems a bit low, it's a big improvement from before. As long as he continues to work hard, there's a good chance he'll pass the preliminary exam, and getting into a vocational college isn't impossible."

[What?]

Li Ye was a little stunned.

Twenty-eight points... a big improvement? A bit low?

Dear Teacher Hu, you are truly too lenient and too good at comforting people.

But you said I might get into a vocational college?

What a joke!

Although vocational colleges for high school students were different from the ones for junior high students, I, who emerged from the mountains of books and seas of questions in the new century, aiming for a second-tier university, are you telling me to aim for a vocational college?

Not getting into a national key university would be an insult to the years of teaching from all those sports teachers.

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