Xiang Benli stood to one side, quietly watching Xu Zhiming practice martial arts.
His movements were fluid, a feast for the eyes.
Each time he finished one set of punches, a flash of electricity shot out and landed with unerring precision on Meng Tian's head.
The electrical flashes were not powerful, just enough to make Meng Tian bare his teeth in pain without harming any vital part of his body.
Xiang Benli sized Xu Zhiming up and down. He was not very old, with the youthful immaturity unique to a high school student.
"He should be at the fifth level of Wind Thunder Fist. There's also a small possibility that he's at the sixth level."
More than a dozen students nodded, excitement flashing in their eyes.
"The fifth level of Wind Thunder Fist... I wonder if he'd be willing to teach us?"
"I'll go ask him later. Maybe the fifth level of Wind Thunder Fist can help me break through to the fourth level?"
Listening to the students' hushed discussion, Xiang Benli's expression turned indifferent.
This person was practicing Wind Thunder Fist here because he clearly wanted to steal his students.
He had to find a chance to make the students abandon the idea of taking this person as their master.
He mainly made his money through Wind Thunder Fist. If this person stole his students, would he be left drinking the northwest wind in the future?
This person already had Meng Tian. That should have been enough.
Xiang Benli hurriedly pushed open the doors to the Martial Hall. He could not let the students keep watching.
Look at those students—their eyes glowed green as though they had spotted peerless beauties.
If they watched any longer, their souls would practically be hooked away.
"Alright, alright, let's head upstairs to practice martial techniques."
"Today, I'll spar with you in actual combat so that you can truly experience the fourth level of Wind Thunder Fist."
"I'll give you pointers based on the problems you show in combat."
Xu Zhiming and Meng Tian stopped their fist techniques and followed the crowd.
Someone looked at Xu Zhiming's face and scratched his head.
"Hello, are you Xu Zhiming, the hero who bravely did what was right and saved someone yesterday?"
Xu Zhiming was digesting the insights about Wind Thunder Fist in his mind.
"Yes."
Xu Zhiming smiled faintly.
There was nothing embarrassing about admitting something like this.
"Holy crap, so it was you! Brother, you're seriously awesome!"
"So it was him! I was wondering why he looked so familiar. It turns out he's the little hero!"
"If it hadn't been for you, that little girl would have been killed by the Cultist."
"I heard that little girl is the daughter of the director of Cloud Water City's Martial Arts Ministry of Education. He's coming to present you with a Bravery Banner today."
Xu Zhiming was startled. He did not know the little girl's identity.
Looking at it this way, Peng Sixiong might be in serious trouble.
After thinking for a moment,
Xu Zhiming took out his phone and messaged his homeroom teacher, Zhang Wei.
It was not quite worth making a special trip back to school just to watch.
The Training Room at Meng Tian's place had pretty good conditions.
But if he did not see Peng Sixiong's expression, he would feel dissatisfied.
"Brother Wei, something good is happening today, and I need your help."
Zhang Wei was watching short videos at the moment, admiring strange and wonderful ferocious beasts.
Electric Mouse... Thunderbolt Fox...
"Why is this kid Xu Zhiming messaging me?"
Zhang Wei quickly learned the whole story, and a smile flashed in his eyes.
Damn it.
Now this was what they called instant karma!
Zhang Wei recalled the frustration Peng Sixiong had caused him yesterday and pushed up his black-rimmed glasses.
"Today, I'll sit in the principal's office and watch you, Peng Sixiong, turn from a bear into a bug."
Throwing on his coat, Zhang Wei hurried toward the school.
"Xu Zhiming, I'll send you a video when the time comes!"
As for offending Peng Sixiong?
He had gotten into this school through genuine skill, not through connections.
At worst, Peng Sixiong would make things difficult for him. What was there to be scared of?
If worse came to worst, after he finished teaching this batch of students, he would just switch jobs.
When he arrived at school,
Zhang Wei discovered that the punishment notice concerning Xu Zhiming had not yet been torn down from the notice board.
His eyes shifted, and he tore down the notice and slipped it into his pocket so no one else could tear it down.
Seven thirty.
At Yunshui First High School, on the top floor of the Martial Arts Hall, there were three Secret Chambers.
The three Secret Chambers had been funded and built by the Ministry of Education for the top three senior students at each school to use.
Creak.
The door to one of the rooms opened.
A pair of cross-eyes appeared.
It was Peng Sixiong.
"My blood and qi has gone up by another 0.02. The Secret Chambers provided by the Ministry of Education really are good. The Spiritual Qi inside is a little denser."
Whenever Peng Sixiong had nothing to do, he would stay in the Training Room that belonged exclusively to him.
"I'll strive to break through Level 20 before the Martial Arts Exam, then rely on Qiu Yingzong to get into one of the top three universities. Good days are waiting for me."
Beep, beep, beep.
He opened the message and looked.
"Peng Sixiong, congratulations, congratulations. Your school has produced a little hero who saved Xie Hong's daughter."
Peng Sixiong looked at the sender's name.
Qiu Zhonghuang, Qiu Yingzong's second uncle.
Deputy Director of Cloud Water City's Martial Arts Ministry of Education.
"Xie Hong is personally coming to present him with a Bravery Banner today. Hurry and make arrangements."
Peng Sixiong's cross-eyes rolled.
No wonder his right eye had been twitching this morning. It had been twitching the wrong way.
"Director Qiu, what is his name?"
"Xu Zhiming. Check the local feed—he's made it onto Local Trending."
Peng Sixiong's gaze froze.
How could it be him?
Could there have been a mistake?
He hurriedly took out the SomeSound App and checked.
"It really is him!"
Peng Sixiong panicked.
It was not yet eight. There was still time to salvage things.
The Martial Arts Ministry of Education would not arrive for a while yet.
He hurriedly arranged for someone to delete the notice and remove the notice posted on the school bulletin board.
What he had done yesterday could not withstand investigation.
Now, the only way was to make the school's students and teachers keep their mouths shut.
Peng Sixiong remembered that Xu Zhiming came to school every day shortly after six.
He hurried downstairs, only to find that there was not a single student there.
It was already eight, yet no students had come to practice martial techniques?
Why were they all so lazy and slack?
He quickly messaged the homeroom teachers of the C-grade and B-grade classes.
If Xie Hong came to tour the Martial Arts Hall and saw C-grade aptitude students not practicing martial techniques,
his impression would probably be poor.
The Martial Arts Ministry of Education held the lifeline of promotions for teachers like them.
Eight o'clock.
Zeng Hao arrived late, holding a sheet of paper with more than ten students' names written on it.
"They may be disgusting, but I have to keep working hard. Only then can I be like Xu Zhiming, only then can I have the right to resist."
At that moment,
Zeng Hao heard students from the neighboring class hurrying toward the school's Martial Arts Hall.
"I don't know what's going on today, but the school told us to go to the Martial Arts Hall to practice martial arts?"
"My guess is that someone might be coming to inspect our school."
"Xu Zhiming saved a little girl yesterday, and the punishment notice about him was even removed."
"Who the hell would believe the school? Xu Zhiming is usually such a good person. I don't believe he would bully the weak with his strength like the notice said."
Zeng Hao's eyes widened.
Xu Zhiming had saved someone?
He remembered. He had been exhausted when he got back yesterday and had gone to sleep early.
He hurriedly stopped a classmate and asked about the situation.
A moment later,
Zeng Hao put his phone into his pocket and rubbed the sheet with twelve students' names written on it.
A smile appeared on his face.
Luckily, he had not thrown away yesterday's things.
Zeng Hao arrived at the principal's office and happened to see his homeroom teacher.
The two looked at each other and exchanged a few words.
A little after nine,
Peng Sixiong had arranged everything when he saw Zhang Wei and a student standing outside his office door.
A smile immediately appeared on his face. Zhang Wei was Xu Zhiming's homeroom teacher.
He should have been able to contact Xu Zhiming.
"Zhang Wei, can you contact Xu Zhiming?"
Zhang Wei pushed up his black-rimmed glasses, looking somewhat flustered.
"Peng Four-Bug... Principal Peng, Xu Zhiming changed his contact information yesterday. I can't reach him."
Peng Sixiong's cross-eyes widened as he stared calmly at Zhang Wei.
He had called him Peng Four-Bug?
Did Zhang Wei really not want to keep working at Yunshui First High School?
"As a teacher, shouldn't you go back and prepare your lessons and write your lesson plans?"
Zhang Wei smiled. Of course, he had not come just to watch Peng Sixiong make a fool of himself.
Naturally, he also had to stomp on him hard to vent the hatred in his heart!
For himself, and for Xu Zhiming as well.
"Alright, I'm leaving now."
Zhang Wei pulled Zeng Hao away with him, seemingly afraid of Peng Sixiong.
Half an hour later,
Peng Sixiong led Xie Hong and the others to the principal's office.
When he discovered Zhang Wei and that student standing outside the door again, a trace of anger inevitably rose in his heart.
"Principal Peng, can you get in touch with that student who saved someone?"
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