Lei Jun's heart surged with emotion. There was satisfaction over the bonuses, raises, and teaching results awaiting him, but even more than that, a sense of reflection on his own past.
Once upon a time, Lei Jun had also been a high-spirited high school student. He too had dreamed that one day, with a pair of iron fists, he could defeat every opponent, trample the academic elites and the wealthy beneath his feet, and stand at the summit of every high school in Songyang.
"One punch, a hundred million in cash! This is the highest realm pursued by generations of martial artists!"
But reality soon gave him a slap across the face.
The Monthly Exam scores left him feeling powerless to catch up.
The fierce, wildly out-of-syllabus competition matches made him feel even more keenly that he and those rich academic elites did not exist in the same dimension. Like an ephemera beholding the blue sky, the gap was despairingly vast.
Only then did he understand that the Fist Sect, Sword Sect, Qi Sect... none of them measured up to the Money Sect. A hundred million in cash could shatter Ten Thousand Methods—that was reality.
He also understood a truth: money made your fists hard. The more money in your account, the greater the power of your punches.
But today, his student had defeated countless powerful foes with a frail body, using unparalleled talent and skill to make up for the weakness of his physical body, the gap in medical coverage and wealth, and crushing the academic elites from these famous schools.
He had accomplished what Lei Jun had once wanted to do, and later no longer even dared to dream of doing.
Lei Jun thought, *Sigh, defeating money with his own fists... this is the realm we martial artists