You Classmate Got a Martial Arts Student for a Girlfriend

You Classmate Got a Martial Arts Student for a Girlfriend

"Hello, Senior!"

When Qin Rui came over, Zhao Rui hurriedly stood up and greeted her.

"Hello, Junior!"

Qin Rui smiled brightly and sat down beside Li Xinran with easy grace.

"Hehe, what do you think of Senior Sister Qin? Satisfied?"

Li Xinran grinned, showing off a mouthful of gleaming white teeth.

Zhao Rui rolled his eyes. How was he supposed to answer that? Saying he was satisfied would be inappropriate, but saying he wasn't would be even worse.

He simply pretended not to hear her and poured Qin Rui a cup of tea.

"What do you mean, 'what do I think'? What kind of mischief are you up to now?"

Qin Rui narrowed her beautiful eyes and eyed Li Xinran warily.

"Nothing, nothing!"

"Don't embarrass yourself in front of Junior. What do you two want to eat?"

As she spoke, Qin Rui scanned the menu on her phone and began placing their order.

Li Xinran hurried over at once, choosing dishes with her.

Seeing this, Zhao Rui guessed that Qin Rui was probably paying for the meal. Li Xinran must have played both sides, putting on the "good person" act and earning herself a favor.

But it didn't matter. Getting to know the team's second-year seniors could only be a good thing for him.

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

Since they didn't know each other well, most of the conversation was about getting to know him.

Things like why he hadn't applied to the Martial Arts Academy and where he was from.

Only five people remained in their year, and Zhao Rui was practically part of their class, so they were happy to get to know him better.

With the "soul" of a middle-aged man tucked away in his mind, Zhao Rui had no trouble chatting with young women. He was witty and charming.

Before long, the three of them were laughing and chatting, the atmosphere warm and easy.

While they chatted, a dark-skinned girl at a nearby table looked at Zhao Rui curiously and muttered, "Isn't he from the Accounting Department? What's he doing at our Martial Arts Academy?"

"What's wrong?" the girl's companion asked curiously.

"Nothing. I ran into someone. Let's eat!"

The girl shook her head and didn't give it another thought. He was just a student from another department, hardly worth paying attention to.

The autumn air was crisp, and all things were ripe for harvest!

College life was leisurely. As long as you didn't have class, your time was your own.

You could date, play ball, or do absolutely nothing and lie in bed all day. No one would stop you.

Those four years could be called the best years of your life—the only four years when you could truly be "free of worries."

No pressure to make a living, no workplace troubles, and no tedious concerns about food and daily necessities.

You could spend your days however you pleased!

After sharing a meal with his two senior sisters and growing closer to them, Zhao Rui agreed that he'd give them more pointers and spar with them more often during practice. Then he said goodbye and left the Martial Arts Academy beneath the splendid glow of the evening clouds.

The Martial Arts Team didn't train every day. Training sessions that lasted all day, like this one, happened only two or three days a week.

Most of the time, team members came to train on their own initiative.

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

Everyone in class already knew Zhao Rui hadn't given up on martial arts and was busy training every day.

Some people were jealous. Though Zhao Rui was an accounting student like them, he also had tremendous fighting ability.

After graduation, whether he was looking for a job or making his way in society, he'd be a hundred times better off than they were.

Others looked down on him, sneering at his foolish ambition.

If he had talent, he would've gotten into the Martial Arts Academy in the first place. Now he was neither here nor there, wasting his time on this nonsense. He must have had too much free time.

Everyone had their own opinions, but when they saw Zhao Rui, they all treated him respectfully, calling him Brother Rui.

Zhao Rui couldn't care less what his classmates thought. He welcomed anyone who wanted to be friends with him, and he didn't bother with those who only put on a show.

Everyone had their own lives and their own paths.

Even in his previous life, after graduating from college, everyone had gone their separate ways and never met again. And that was even more true now.

"Zhao Rui, have you been busy lately?"

He Wanqing, wearing a white dress, sat down beside him with easy grace.

No one ever took this seat. It seemed everyone had silently agreed to leave it for her.

"Not too bad. I've been busy training every day."

Zhao Rui answered casually. The faint fragrance from the girl beside him was especially pleasant.

"Oh. Are your training sessions usually this busy?"

"More or less. When I don't have class, I'm basically training."

Zhao Rui answered honestly. At this stage, his strength was far too low. If he didn't work hard to improve, was he supposed to wait around until his system panel grew mold?

"Don't push yourself too hard."

He Wanqing smiled at Zhao Rui, her eyes tender as water. If she couldn't help him, then at least she wouldn't get in his way.

"About the cost accounting method the teacher covered last class..."

Zhao Rui picked up his textbook and used the time before class to ask He Wanqing about the lesson.

The two bent their heads together in discussion. From a distance, they looked like a couple whispering sweet nothings.

The day was packed with major courses. Zhao Rui listened attentively in class and asked questions with tireless diligence afterward, making the most of every minute to study.

He stayed busy until evening, when his elective class finally ended and he was free.

"Are you heading back now?"

After they'd taken the same elective, He Wanqing helped Zhao Rui gather his books and asked softly.

"I'll walk with you. I haven't wandered around campus in ages. I'll walk you back to your dorm, too."

Zhao Rui smiled.

"Mm, okay!"

He Wanqing's fair cheeks immediately lit up with a sweet smile, and she nodded enthusiastically.

Beneath the tranquil moonlit sky, the plane-tree shadows trembled in the night breeze. Moonlight sifted through the leaves, weaving a silver satin across the ground that seemed to breathe.

A few blades of wild grass poked through the cracks between the stone steps. Dewdrops clung to their tips like frozen tears shed by a young girl.

He Wanqing quietly walked beside Zhao Rui, gently kicking her feet. Sometimes she looked up at the moon; sometimes she gazed at Zhao Rui.

Like a child who had found her favorite toy.

"Why are you so happy?"

Zhao Rui smiled.

"Because I'm just really happy!"

He Wanqing stopped and looked at him with a smile in her eyes. Two bright moons flickered in her wide eyes, reflecting his image.

Zhao Rui reached out and patted her head, smiled, then continued walking.

What could he say?

It wasn't as if he didn't understand a young woman's feelings.

He'd leave everything to time. In this life, he was going to live without restraint and see for himself just how captivating the heights of this world could be.

A cool wind swept through the night, the cold moon said nothing, and in the blink of an eye, morning came again!

Zhao Rui had two major classes that morning: one in the morning, and the other first thing in the afternoon.

Only after his first class in the afternoon did Zhao Rui hurry over to the Martial Arts Team.

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

Zhang Kui had already fought two bouts, and his third was underway.

After reporting to Zeng Hongyi, Zhang Kui obediently sat to one side and watched the platform.

The match onstage was between Zhang Kui and another second-year male student. They were about evenly matched, and both were using the Prajna Palm.

The fight was back and forth.

After ten minutes, the two clasped their hands in salute and leaped off the platform.

As usual, there was a brief analysis and explanation.

Teacher Zeng took his work seriously. He showed up for practically every training session he could attend and always offered guidance and explanations without holding anything back.

The matches continued soon after. Zhao Rui hurried to his feet and volunteered to take the platform.

His sparring partner was Li Xinran. Since they'd shared a meal last time, they were clearly more familiar with each other.

Li Xinran told Zhao Rui what she wanted right away.

She wanted to defend against Wing Chun's follow-up moves, so she asked Zhao Rui to use more of them against her and help her gain practical experience.

It was no trouble at all, and Zhao Rui readily agreed.

The two began trading moves, one after another.

Ten minutes flew by, and soon Zhao Rui had a second sparring partner.

Seeing the progress indicator on the system panel in his mind, Zhao Rui's heart burned with excitement.

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

That brought his Prajna Palm replication progress to eighty-two percent.

He was only half an hour of sparring away from completing the replication.

Unfortunately, when Teacher Zeng announced the end of class, both rounds of sparring were over for the day.

Just as Zhao Rui was feeling disappointed, he saw Li Xinran approaching with Qin Rui.

"Some of these moves never feel like enough when I use them. Zhao Rui, could you help us practice a little longer? I'll treat you to a meal. What do you say?"

Li Xinran asked.

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

"Aw, Senior Sisters, you don't have to stand on ceremony with me. Don't worry—I'll make sure you both get a good workout and a good meal!"

"..."

"I feel like there's something off about what you said."

"Senior Sister, you're overthinking it. Your junior is a pure-hearted man!"

"..."

Since all three of them wanted the extra practice, it followed naturally that they stayed after class for more sparring.

The two women took turns, each using their own skills, and they fought Zhao Rui freely and fiercely 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. He quickly summoned the power of the Prajna Palm and suddenly understood how to use it—what had once been obscure and difficult to grasp now became crystal clear.

He pressed his palms together before his chest, stepped into the Big Dipper formation, and held his palms hollow as if supporting Mount Sumeru.

His palm shot out. In an instant, Mount Sumeru seemed to split open the void; as his intent arose, myriad techniques sprang forth!

The palm power was as heavy as a mountain, yet flowed without end. Qin Rui's pupils widened as she faced him.

"Mount Sumeru appeared?"

Zhao Rui forced Qin Rui back with a palm strike, then brought his hands together and smiled. "I just had a little insight. Please don't take offense, Senior Sister!"

"This..."

Qin Rui couldn't help recalling the elegance of Zhao Rui's palm just now: its force had been as solid as a mountain, yet held back three parts of its strength; his body had stood like a mountain peak, with the subtle air of a Buddha taking his seat.

It was the very meaning of: "The Buddha's teachings are boundless and harm not even an ant."

He had grasped its true essence.

"I'm feeling a little dejected. I'm the one practicing the Prajna Palm, after all!"

Qin Rui pursed her red lips, looking both helpless and indignant.

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

"Pah! You've got what you wanted and still act so humble. Again!"

After saying that, Qin Rui surged forward once more.

Now that Zhao Rui had mastered the Prajna Palm, he saw nothing but openings in Qin Rui's moves.

Compared to before, he could handle her far more easily.

His mindset and movements had become more relaxed and free.

Li Xinran watched most closely from the sidelines. Her eyes lit up, and she began to develop a different understanding of how to apply the Prajna Palm.

About ten minutes later, Qin Rui panted and stopped attacking. She put her hands on her hips and said, "It still doesn't feel as natural as when you used it just now. This palm technique really isn't friendly to women."

"It's because your worldly attachments are too strong, Senior Sister. Amitabha!"

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

Their after-class tutoring continued until it was completely dark.

With Zhao Rui's "guidance," Qin Rui and Li Xinran gained a deeper understanding of how to apply the Prajna Palm, so the afternoon hadn't gone to waste.

"What are we eating? My treat today!"

Li Xinran hooked the jacket on the ground with her foot, flipped it up, then quickly slipped her arms into the sleeves and pulled it on.

"Roast lamb leg!"

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

"Roast your leg! Pick something cheaper!"

Li Xinran glared at Zhao Rui in exasperation, like a handsome guy batting his eyelashes.

"Let's get all-you-can-eat."

"Sure. Let's go!"

So the three of them arranged to meet again at the Martial Arts Academy's First Restaurant.

The first time, they'd been a little awkward. This time, they were clearly much more familiar.

The three of them ate and chatted, laughing and joking, perfectly at ease.

Actually, some of the girls in the martial arts department were pretty lonely, too.

Ordinary boys were afraid of being "beaten up at home" by them and kept their distance. There weren't many boys in the martial arts department, either, and plenty of them had already been snapped up by girls from other departments.

Usually, all they did was train and train. It really could get dull.

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

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

"Luo Min, guess who I saw?"

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

"Who?"

"That high school classmate of yours!"

"So you saw him. What about it?"

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

"You really are unbelievably bored."

Back at his rented apartment, Zhao Rui sat cross-legged and silently circulated the breathing method of Prajna Palm, guiding his Internal Energy through the meridians dictated by the technique and around his body.

This palm technique was profound and far-reaching. Its breathing method contained Buddhist principles, and with long practice, it could increase Internal Energy no less than some top-tier internal arts.

Zhao Rui had been missing just this sort of high-level technique. Now that the system had helped him master its basics, he naturally couldn't put it down.

He spent more than an hour consolidating his progress before finally ending his practice and exhaling a breath of stale air.

At the moment, two of his martial arts techniques followed the Hand Taiyin Lung Meridian. As for Internal Energy, his fifteen years of cultivation were enough for now.

It would be better to spend his advancement points on his acupoints and improve how much power could flow through the Hand Taiyin Lung Meridian.

Having made up his mind, Zhao Rui summoned the system panel and decisively used an advancement point on the Yunmen acupoint.

At once, a warm current surged at the Yunmen acupoint. Then, a mysterious sensation of true energy harmonizing with heaven and earth welled up, pouring into Zhao Rui from outside his body.

It set even his inner energy roiling restlessly.

Could the innate realm mean building the Bridge of Heaven and Earth, harmonizing with nature, and drawing the energy of heaven and earth into the body?

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

The autumn wind stirs beneath the moonlit night; where has my beloved gone?

She returns and takes off her rouge; this humble girl is a good woman, too.

The book was going premium because the editor had no more recommendations available.

It had also reached 150,000 words, so it was going premium as usual.

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