Your Classmate Found a Martial Way Student as a Girlfriend

Chapter 49: Your Classmate Found a Martial Way Student as Her Girlfriend

"Senior sister, hello!"

Seeing Qin Rui approach, Zhao Rui quickly got up and greeted her.

"Junior brother, hello!"

Qin Rui smiled brilliantly and gracefully sat down next to Li Xinran.

"Hee hee, how do you find your Senior Sister Qin? Satisfied?"

Li Xinran chuckled, revealing a mouthful of proud, white teeth.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Rui immediately rolled his eyes. How was he supposed to respond? Saying he was satisfied felt inappropriate, and saying he wasn't was even more so.

He simply pretended not to hear, raising his hand to pour Qin Rui a cup of tea.

"What do you mean, how do I find her? What are you up to now?"

Qin Rui's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly upon hearing this, and she looked at Li Xinran warily.

"It's nothing, nothing!"

"Don't embarrass yourself in front of junior brother. What do you guys want to eat?"

As Qin Rui spoke, she scanned a QR code on her phone to order food.

Li Xinran quickly leaned over upon hearing this and began selecting dishes with her.

Seeing this, Zhao Rui guessed that this meal was likely being paid for by Qin Rui, and Li Xinran had surely played both sides to earn the title of "good person."

However, it didn't matter. Getting to know the senior students from the team wouldn't hurt him.

After ordering, Qin Rui and Li Xinran chatted with Zhao Rui.

Since they weren't very familiar with each other, their conversation mostly consisted of gathering information.

Questions like why he didn't get into the Martial Arts Academy and where he was from.

There were only five people left in their cohort, so Zhao Rui was practically a "classmate." Naturally, they were willing to talk more.

With the "soul" of a middle-aged man hidden in his mind, Zhao Rui was more than capable of chatting with young ladies, being humorous and engaging.

Before long, they were all laughing and chatting, the atmosphere quite harmonious.

As the three of them were chatting, at a nearby table, a girl with slightly darker skin looked curiously at Zhao Rui and muttered, "Isn't he from the Accounting Department? Why is he at our Martial Arts Academy?"

"What's wrong?"

Her companion beside her asked curiously.

"Nothing, just saw someone I knew. Let's eat!"

The girl shook her head, not dwelling on the matter. He was just an outsider student, nothing worth paying attention to.

The autumn sky was clear and crisp, and all things were abundant!

In the leisurely university life, as long as there were no classes, all the time was yours.

Whether it was dating, playing sports, or even doing nothing and lying in bed, no one would bother you.

These four years could be said to be the most beautiful years of one's life, and the only "carefree" years.

There was no pressure of life, no worries of the workplace, and certainly no trivialities of daily expenses.

The days passed leisurely according to one's own preferences!

Zhao Rui had a meal with the two senior sisters, deepening their bond. They agreed to give him more openings and exchanges during sparring sessions in the future. Afterward, he bid farewell to the two senior sisters and left the Martial Arts Academy, heading into the magnificent sunset.

The Martial Arts Team didn't have training every day. When they had all-day training sessions like this, it was only two or three days a week.

Most of the time, coming to the Martial Arts Team for training was voluntary for the members.

The next day, because he had classes all day, Zhao Rui didn't report to the Martial Arts Team. Instead, he diligently attended his professional classes with his classmates from the Accounting Department.

The people in the class already knew that Zhao Rui hadn't given up on martial arts and was busy cultivating all day.

Some were jealous, envious that Zhao Rui, despite being an accounting student like them, possessed formidable martial prowess.

After graduation, whether it was finding a job or navigating society, he would be a hundred times better off than them.

Others scoffed, looking down on his overestimation of his own abilities.

If he had talent, he would have gotten into the Martial Arts Academy long ago. Now, being neither here nor there, dabbling in these side pursuits was simply a waste of time.

Although everyone had their own opinions, they treated Zhao Rui with respect when they saw him, calling him "Brother Rui" one after another.

Zhao Rui couldn't be bothered with what his classmates thought. He welcomed those who wanted to befriend him, and he didn't dwell on superficial interactions.

After all, everyone had their own lives and their own paths.

Even in his previous life, after graduation, people went their separate ways and never saw each other again, let alone now.

"Zhao Rui, have you been very busy lately?"

Beside his seat, He Wanqing, dressed in a white dress, gracefully sat down next to Zhao Rui.

No one ever vied for this seat; it seemed everyone had reached an unspoken agreement.

"It's alright, just busy with training all day."

Zhao Rui said casually, the faint scent from the girl beside him particularly pleasant.

"Oh, are you guys usually this busy with training?"

"Pretty much. When I'm not in class, I'm basically training."

Zhao Rui spoke the truth. After all, his current strength was too low. If he didn't work hard to improve himself, was he just going to wait for his System panel to grow mold?

"Don't overwork yourself."

He Wanqing smiled at Zhao Rui, her eyes as gentle as flowing water. Since she couldn't help him, she wouldn't be a burden.

"In the last class, the teacher explained this cost accounting..."

Zhao Rui picked up his textbook, and during the break before class, he asked He Wanqing about the knowledge points from the previous lesson.

The two of them lowered their heads to discuss, and from a distance, they looked like a couple whispering intimately.

The entire day of professional courses was very fulfilling. Zhao Rui listened attentively in class and asked questions tirelessly after class, making an effort to use the entire day for his professional studies.

He was busy until evening, and only after finishing his elective class did Zhao Rui finally have some free time.

"Are you heading back now?"

He Wanqing, who had taken the same elective as Zhao Rui, tidied his schoolbag and said softly.

"I'll walk with you. I haven't strolled around campus in a while. I'll walk you back to your dorm too."

Zhao Rui smiled.

"Mhm, mhm!"

Upon hearing this, a sweet smile immediately appeared on He Wanqing's fair face, and she nodded vigorously in agreement.

On the serene moonlit campus, the silhouettes of plane tree leaves trembled in the night breeze, and the scattered moonlight wove a breathing silver satin on the ground.

A few blades of wild grass poked through the cracks in the stone steps along the roadside, their leaf tips adorned with dewdrops like frozen maiden's tears.

He Wanqing walked quietly beside Zhao Rui, idly kicking her feet, occasionally looking up at the moon, and then looking up at Zhao Rui.

She was like a child who had found a beloved toy.

"Why are you so happy?"

Zhao Rui chuckled.

"Because I'm just really happy!"

He Wanqing stopped, her eyes smiling as she looked at Zhao Rui, two bright moons shimmering in her large eyes, reflecting his image.

Zhao Rui reached out and gently patted her head, smiled, and walked forward.

What was there to say?

He wasn't oblivious to the girl's feelings.

He would leave it to time. In this life, he was determined to live freely and unrestrainedly, determined to see just how captivating the peak of this mortal world was.

The cool night had wind, the cold moon was silent, and in a blink of an eye, dawn arrived again!

Zhao Rui had two professional classes in the morning, one in the morning and another in the first period of the afternoon.

After finishing his first class in the afternoon, Zhao Rui rushed to the Martial Arts Team.

By the time he arrived, the sparring drills had already begun.

Zhang Kui had already fought two matches, and the third was in progress.

Zhang Kui reported to Zeng Hongyi and then sat obediently on the side, watching the arena.

On the stage, Zhang Kui was sparring with another sophomore. Their cultivation levels were similar, and they were both using Prajna Palm.

The fight was quite back and forth.

Ten minutes later, the two bowed and leaped off the arena.

There was still a simple analysis and explanation.

Zeng Hongyi was quite dedicated to his work. He attended almost all the training sessions and provided guidance and explanations wholeheartedly.

Soon, the sparring continued, and Zhao Rui quickly got up and voluntarily stepped onto the arena.

His sparring partner was Li Xinran. They had had dinner together last time, and they were clearly more familiar with each other now.

Li Xinran directly stated her request to Zhao Rui.

She wanted to practice defending against the follow-up moves of Wing Chun, so she asked Zhao Rui to spar with her more on those moves to increase her practical experience.

These were minor matters, and Zhao Rui readily agreed.

The two began to spar, exchanging moves one after another.

Ten minutes passed in a flash, and Zhao Rui soon welcomed his second sparring partner.

Looking at the progress notification on the System panel in his mind, Zhao Rui's heart burned with passion.

Perhaps because Zhang Kui had already fought three matches, Zhao Rui ended up fighting four of the remaining five matches.

This brought the Prajna Palm's replication progress to eighty-two percent.

Only half an hour of sparring time remained until successful replication.

Unfortunately, as Teacher Zeng announced the end of class, the two rounds of sparring for the day were completely finished.

Zhao Rui was feeling regretful when he saw Li Xinran approach with Qin Rui.

"I feel like there's something unfinished about how I'm executing some moves. Zhao Rui, could you spar with us for a bit longer? I'll treat you to a meal. Okay?"

Li Xinran spoke.

Qin Rui, standing beside her, also nodded and said, "I'll treat you to a meal too."

"Oh, Senior Sisters, you're being too formal. Don't worry, I'll definitely spar well and treat you well!"

"..."

"I feel like there's a double meaning in what you said!"

"Senior Sister, you're overthinking it. Junior Brother is pure as can be!"

"..."

Given that both parties had a shared need for sparring, the after-class practice naturally commenced.

The two women took turns, each using their own techniques, fighting Zhao Rui without reservation for three hundred rounds.

"Prajna Palm replication successful! Advancement points +1!"

Half an hour later, the System panel finally displayed the message that Prajna Palm had been successfully replicated.

Zhao Rui was overjoyed and quickly mobilized the Prajna Palm force. He instantly felt that the previously obscure palm techniques were now clear.

He clasped his palms together at his chest, stood in a seven-star stance, and cupped his palms as if holding up Mount Sumeru.

With a palm strike, the void seemed to shatter, and as a thought arose, myriad phenomena bloomed in an instant!

This palm force, as heavy as a mountain yet continuous, instantly made Qin Rui's pupils dilate.

"Sumeru appeared?"

Zhao Rui forced Qin Rui back with a palm strike, then clasped his palms together and smiled, "I just had a slight realization. Please forgive me, Senior Sister!"

"This..."

Qin Rui's mind couldn't help but recall the power of Zhao Rui's palm strike just now. The palm force was like a mountain, yet it held back some of its power. His stance was like a peak, containing a three-dimensional posture of Buddhahood.

This perfectly embodied the meaning of: "The vastness of Buddhist teachings harms no ants."

He had grasped its essence.

"I'm feeling a bit dejected. I'm the one practicing Prajna Palm!"

Qin Rui's lips curved slightly, her expression a mix of helplessness and indignation.

"Haha, thank you for your guidance, Senior Sister!"

"Hmph, you get the benefits and then act smug! Again!"

Qin Rui finished speaking and charged forward again.

This time, with his mastery of Prajna Palm experience, Zhao Rui saw openings everywhere in Qin Rui's moves.

Dealing with her was far easier than before.

His entire mindset and his attacks became more casual and unrestrained.

Li Xinran watched from the side, her eyes brightening. She vaguely had some new insights into the application of Prajna Palm.

About ten minutes later, Qin Rui stopped her attacks, panting, and said, "It's still not as natural as what you used just now. This palm technique is too unfriendly to girls."

"It's because Senior Sister's worldly desires are too strong. Amitabha!"

"Go, go, go, you're annoying."

The three continued their after-class tutoring until it was pitch black outside.

Under Zhao Rui's "guidance," Qin Rui and Li Xinran gained a clearer understanding of Prajna Palm's application, making the afternoon's effort worthwhile.

"What do you want to eat? I'm treating today!"

Li Xinran hooked her jacket on the ground with her foot, picked it up, and quickly stretched her arms on both sides to put it on.

"Roast lamb leg!"

Zhao Rui was in a great mood and decided to eat something good.

"Roast your leg! Pick something cheaper!"

Li Xinran glared at Zhao Rui, like a handsome guy winking.

"Let's go for a buffet."

"Okay, let's go!"

The three of them headed to the Martial Arts Academy's First Restaurant once again.

The first time felt a bit unfamiliar, but the second time was clearly much more familiar.

The three ate and chatted, laughing and talking, feeling very relaxed.

Actually, some girls in the Martial Arts department were quite lonely.

Ordinary boys were afraid of their "domestic violence" and kept their distance, while the number of boys in the Martial Arts department was small, and many had already been snatched up by girls from other departments.

Normally, they only practiced, practiced, and practiced, which was truly boring.

It was rare to meet a junior like Zhao Rui, so the two of them were quite happy.

The three ate and drank in the self-service restaurant, chatting for an hour before leaving together.

"Luo Min, guess who I saw?"

Just as the three walked away from the entrance, a girl with slightly dark skin appeared on the steps.

"Who?"

"Your high school classmate!"

"So what if you saw him! What about him?"

"He might have found a girlfriend from the Martial Arts Academy!"

"You're truly unimaginably boring."

Back at the rental house, Zhao Rui sat cross-legged, silently circulating the Prajna Palm's energy cultivation method, guiding his Internal Energy along the meridians according to the cultivation technique for a full cycle.

This palm technique was profound and vast, its energy cultivation method containing Buddhist principles. Practicing it for a long time, the increase in Internal Energy was no less than some top-tier Internal Energy cultivation techniques.

Zhao Rui lacked such high-level techniques. Now, with the System's help, he had achieved mastery and naturally cherished it.

After consolidating for over an hour, Zhao Rui stopped practicing and exhaled a breath of turbid air.

He now had two martial arts that followed the Hand Taiyin Lung Meridian. In terms of Internal Energy, fifteen years of cultivation was temporarily sufficient.

It would be better to add advancement points to the acupoints to improve the energy circulation ability of the Hand Taiyin Lung Meridian.

Having made up his mind, Zhao Rui summoned the System panel and decisively added an advancement point to the Yunmen acupoint.

Instantly, a warm current surged in the Yunmen acupoint, followed by a sense of True Qi surging into Zhao Rui's body from the outside, a feeling of inexplicable harmony with heaven and earth.

It even made his inner qi churn restlessly.

Could Innate cultivation be about building the Bridge of Heaven and Earth and merging with nature? Drawing the qi of heaven and earth into the body?

Zhao Rui pondered, but at this moment, his knowledge was shallow, and he only had a vague guess.

The autumn wind rises on a moonlit night, where has the beauty gone?

Returning to remove her makeup, this humble one is also a good wife.

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The word count has also reached 150,000 characters, so it's being put on shelves normally.

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(End of this chapter)