Immortal Martial: Pushing Through Two Worlds From Reality

"Haha, don't say that. Maybe Jiang Shu really thinks he's a martial arts prodigy now that he's switched to being a Martial Arts Student."

"Pfft, Jiang Shu can't study and can't socialize. Switching to Martial Arts Student makes him a prodigy? I bet by the time we've all graduated from university, he'll still be stuck in a vocational college, not even having achieved Qi and Blood Sensing. Can't even get into a top-up bachelor's program."

The voices backing Wang Han started sparse but grew louder.

At first only the boys spoke up, then some girls joined in to watch the show, occasionally lowering their heads to whisper among themselves.

Chattering, fragmented.

By now, Xu Shuhui's face had finally recovered from its flush. She looked at Jiang Shu with worry, endlessly regretting why she had turned to ask that question.

If she hadn't asked, would none of this have happened?

The noise around him swelled. Jiang Shu rested one hand on the corner of the desk, unmoved by praise or blame.

A full year of senior two.

Half a year of senior three.

He knew his classmates too well.

Cliques and cliques, all full of themselves.

He'd only taken a few days off, and they'd already cast him out of the group, launching this attack.

Jiang Shu stood upright, sweeping his gaze around the room:

"You've all chattered on and on, each with your own reasoning. That the desk belongs to the school. That Wang Han was just joking."

"Since I haven't dropped out, the right to use this desk is mine. If he won't move it, I'll handle it my way."

"You may be many, but pity—reason never lies with the majority."

"It only lies with the fist."

"This truth, parents don't teach, teachers don't teach, schools don't teach, society doesn't teach."

"I'll teach you."

Jiang Shu's words were calm, yet they struck like metal on stone.

Under everyone's gaze, a desk piled high with books and exam papers was lifted with one hand.

Like a tyrant raising a cauldron!

The heater's warm air blew through the classroom.

Jiang Shu took a step forward, walked straight to the trash bin, and flipped the desk over. In an instant, all the books and papers tumbled down beside the bin.

Clatter...

"Now it's much cleaner."

Jiang Shu's voice was light, but everyone who saw this was speechless.

The boys who had been chattering suddenly seemed choked, their endless words cut off mid-sentence.

School desks weren't particularly heavy, but due to their structure, most people needed both hands to lift them. If they were stacked with books, even some girls with weaker arms would need help.

And yet Jiang Shu had lifted such a desk with one hand, his voice steady, without effort!

Just how strong was he?

Xu Shuhui, who had seen everything clearly, was stunned, her beautiful eyes wide with shock.

No wonder. No wonder he had been so calm all along.

With strength like that, even if he hadn't achieved Qi and Blood Sensing, he couldn't be far off.

There were still three months until the college entrance exam. Maybe... Jiang Shu could get into a bachelor's program without taking the exam!

"Jiang Shu... Jiang Shu, what... what are you doing!"

Watching Jiang Shu carry the desk back, Wang Han's voice trembled involuntarily. He had never imagined that Jiang Shu, whom he had always seen as easy to bully, could have such strength.

If he could lift a desk with one hand, what if he threw a punch at him?

Wang Han slumped back into his seat, his body going limp.

A hint of fear crept into his expression!

Wang Han was all bluster.

The room fell dead silent.

The classmates' hearts churned like a typhoon had struck. No one had expected that, faced with so much criticism, Jiang Shu would not retreat but advance—lifting the desk and dumping all of Wang Han's books too!

This... had blown up.

"Relax, I won't hit you."

Completely indifferent to his classmates' thoughts, Jiang Shu spoke to Wang Han calmly, handling the heavy desk as if it were light, setting it down steadily. Unless necessary, he really didn't want to deal with these kids.

That was one of his original reasons for taking leave.

Wang Han's tricks, in his eyes, were far too childish.

Manipulating public opinion? Playing with people's hearts?

In the face of absolute strength, everything is illusory!

Fists are a man's true foundation.

But he could ignore Wang Han's petty tricks— that didn't mean others could.

He glanced at Xu Shuhui, caught in the crossfire because of him, roasted alive by that "secret crush" remark. Jiang Shu withdrew his gaze. Just then, Wang Han's voice rang out again, but this time, the tone had none of its earlier aggression.

"Jiang Shu, there were important notes from my senior year in that desk. You... you threw them all away. You need to apologize to me..."

"If they were really that important, and you were really that eager to study, you should've gone to the trash bin and fished them out yourself."

"Go get the teacher. That's all you people ever do."

Not wanting to engage further, Jiang Shu's last sentence landed like a prediction. At the back door, a classmate had already slipped out. A few minutes later, hurried footsteps drew closer to the classroom.

Yan Dehou pushed the door open, his face cold. "Jiang Shu, Wang Han. My office. Now!"

Seeing Yan Dehou's figure at the door, Wang Han's heart steadied abruptly, as if he'd suddenly realized he had a mountain at his back.

His thoughts cleared.

Right. He was at school.

How would Jiang Shu dare to hit anyone?

How would he dare to commit campus violence in front of so many classmates?

Even if Jiang Shu was a Martial Arts Student, even if lifting that desk meant he might have Qi and Blood Sensing and could enter an undergraduate university without exams— he'd still get a major demerit from the school.

As long as the teacher was on his side, Jiang Shu couldn't touch him.

He might even have to apologize!

Violence could only scare people off.

What truly controlled everything was power!

At school, teachers and school administrators were the embodiment of power!

"Jiang Shu, let's go. We'll go to the office and let Teacher Yan judge!"

Wang Han drank some hot water to steady his nerves, then quickly walked out of the classroom.

The stuff he'd put in Jiang Shu's desk was really just useless books and test papers.

He could completely do without those books and papers.

But things had developed to this point. If he did nothing, how would the class see him?

No matter what, he had to make Teacher Yan back him up, make the school stand on his side, and make Jiang Shu bow his head and apologize!

Wang Han's narrow eyes narrowed into slits as he walked down the hallway, organizing the words he'd use in the office.

Meanwhile, Jiang Shu couldn't have cared less. Under Xu Shuhui's worried gaze, he took a single step forward.

Martial arts demanded fierce progress and an unobstructed mind.

Zhao Tai offended him—one punch killed him! The Taekwondo coach provoked him—he grabbed him by the throat and lifted him!

Treating Wang Han like this was already him showing mercy out of consideration for being classmates!

In the office, Yan Dehou sat in his chair, looking at the two students before him, his face as deep and still as a pool of water.