The Sincere Principal Zong

10:00 PM.

After finishing his boxing practice at the home of Luo Guanyun, Meng Chuan couldn't help but tell his master as he was saying goodbye:

"Master Luo, I took the Grade 2 martial arts exam at school today and took first place."

"Oh? That's not bad. How was the competition?"

"I ended up beating someone who practices Tiger Form. Their blood-energy was about the same as mine."

Luo Guanyun nodded:

"Not bad, but don't get arrogant. This is only the most basic level of competition."

Meng Chuan nodded in agreement.

Afterward, Luo Guanyun asked about some details of the match. Meng Chuan answered them one by one, and Luo Guanyun pointed out the areas that needed improvement.

Seeing that it was getting late, Luo Guanyun finally let Meng Chuan leave.

After digesting Master Luo's advice, Meng Chuan stood up to say goodbye. The Huayun Mansion car was still waiting for him downstairs.

Sitting in the back seat, Meng Chuan closed his eyes and pondered.

Early the next morning.

Just after finishing his boxing practice and coming down from the roof to get ready for school, Meng Chuan received a bank transfer notification.

[Bank account credited with 100,000 yuan]

His wallet, which had been depleted after shopping at the mall a few days ago, was once again full.

He felt a little excited inside; the demon-slaying bonus he received from the police station last time was just an unexpected windfall.

This 100,000 yuan could truly be considered the first pot of gold of his martial arts career.

Meng Chuan went downstairs to eat while thinking, but no matter how he turned it over in his mind, he couldn't figure out what had gotten into the principal.

"What exactly is the principal thinking?"

"It's just a school final exam, why give me so much money?"

After wolfing down his red bean porridge in a few bites, Meng Chuan decided to go to school to ask for clarification; otherwise, he wouldn't feel at ease taking the money.

Ping'an High School.

Meng Chuan was reading a boxing manual in the classroom while his classmates were heatedly discussing yesterday's exam questions.

"I don't even know the names of many people here, and yet we're about to part ways."

Winter break would start tomorrow, and once it ended, he would be attending classes with Grade 2.

He lowered his head and glanced into his desk cubby. Well, there wasn't a single academic textbook in there.

He looked up again at the classmates he had spent half a year with.

He silently wished them well in his heart.

Everyone has their own path to walk, and his goal was to reach the summit of the mountain called martial arts.

As for the journey, everything along the way was just scenery and passersby.

Meng Chuan decided to go find Teacher Wang. Since he would be attending classes with Grade 2 next semester, it was better to let his homeroom teacher know.

In the teachers' office.

He hadn't dared to ask the principal yesterday how Meng Chuan had performed.

Hearing Meng Chuan's "nonsense," he scratched his head in confusion and asked repeatedly:

"Are you sure that yesterday, you punched the Grade 2 exam champion Qi Fei, kicked the Grade 1 Class 1 prodigy Zong Ping, and ended up taking first place?"

Meng Chuan nodded earnestly.

"You're not pulling my leg?"

Meng Chuan continued to nod.

"What's your blood-energy level?"

"It was 7.47 when measured yesterday."

The homeroom teacher finally believed him, and upon realizing the implications, he felt a surge of secret delight.

"Li Min, oh Li Min, you bastard still want to be the grade director? Keep dreaming."

Teacher Wang was grinning so wide his mouth was about to split; he only restrained himself after Meng Chuan whispered a reminder.

"So, Meng Chuan, I've known you were capable since you were small."

"When you go to Grade 2, make sure to show off the excellent spirit of our Grade 1 Class 3."

Meng Chuan nodded in agreement, secretly wondering to himself what kind of "spirit" their class was supposed to have.

After leaving the office, Meng Chuan headed to the principal's office, filled with doubt.

When the principal saw Meng Chuan, he hurriedly took out the Dragon-Phoenix Tea Cup Meng Chuan had gifted him and poured him a cup himself.

"Has the money arrived in your account, little Meng?"

Meng Chuan did not expect the principal to pour him tea personally, which only deepened his confusion.

The other man's overly attentive demeanor made Meng Chuan feel somewhat uneasy.

"It arrived. But, Principal, it was just a final exam. Why give me such a large bonus?"

The principal had already prepared his explanation and was about to speak.

Meng Chuan anticipated this and interrupted him directly:

"Don't try to fool me. There are two final exams every year in the second year of high school. Are you some kind of philanthropist?"

Seeing this, the principal gave a wry smile and said:

"Meng Chuan, I'll be honest with you. Because we are preparing for the Joint Examination, the school had internal funds set aside as rewards for this exam."

"But you guessed correctly; the original bonus was only half of what you received. I paid out of my own pocket to double the rewards for both you and Zong Ping."

"I know you want to ask why I would pay out of my own pocket. You already know about Zong Ping; he is my nephew."

"As for you, to be honest, I worry that the shallow waters of Ping'an Middle School cannot raise a true dragon, but I am unwilling to see you leave, so I can only offer you more support."

Principal Zong rubbed his nose in embarrassment and continued slowly:

"I have been teaching students for over thirty years, and you are the most talented one I have ever guided so far."

"Relying on Zong Ping alone isn't a safe bet. If you can also stay at Ping'an Middle School for the college entrance exam and eventually get into a top-tier Martial Arts School, Ping'an Middle School will receive a massive amount of resource support because of your achievements."

"Also, aren't you improving the Guoyi Fist? If the certification comes through, our school will also receive a portion of the resources allocated by the Department of Education."

"I am not greedy for money; I just... want to equip our school's Martial Arts Arena with some Qi-Blood Testers for the students to use."

Every single Qi-Blood Tester costs over a million, and some machines produced by famous brands can even exceed ten million.

Furthermore, it is not just the high purchase price; the instruments are delicate and difficult to maintain.

One must also spend a fortune to hire professionals to regularly maintain, repair, and calibrate the data, which is a significant long-term expense.

"You might not know this, but before your grade arrived, our school didn't even have a decent Martial Arts Arena."

"I know this behavior might seem selfish to you. If you went to a professional Martial Arts School, or even further, joined the Elite Martial University Preparatory Class, your path might be much broader."

"But I... sigh."

The principal's voice grew quieter as he spoke, his eyes dimming while his face flushed red with shame.

Hearing the principal's heartfelt words, Meng Chuan also felt a bit embarrassed.

After all, sincerity is the ultimate weapon.

After a moment of silence, Meng Chuan weighed the pros and cons and spoke bluntly:

"I will stay at Ping'an Middle School."

Light returned to the principal's eyes.

Upon hearing Meng Chuan's answer, he felt as if he were putting Meng Chuan on a pedestal and pressuring him, so he hurriedly added:

"Little Meng, why don't you think it over carefully? After all, your talent is truly high, and I suspect you possess some kind of formidable martial Trait. I worry that... Ping'an Middle School will bury your potential."

In the entire school, the person with the highest strength and the strongest martial arts teaching ability was the principal himself, who had cleared the Nine Blood Qi Barriers.

The principals of typical Martial Arts Schools were usually led by Martial Artists who had broken through the First Great Limit.

Those schools also had many teachers who were experts in different fist techniques and had reached the upper three levels of blood qi.

At the same time, they possessed numerous martial arts-related equipment and a vast amount of martial resources.

Therefore, whether in terms of teaching staff or financial strength, Ping'an Middle School was nowhere near their level.

"I've made up my mind. It's fine, Principal. I am willing to contribute to the future of our Ping'an Middle School."