Best Friend Wang Lin

There was no good way to resolve this hidden danger. He could only improve his Physical Fitness as much as possible and make his body withstand the awakening of Spiritual Force.

If he endured it, the world would open before him. If he failed, he would die.

This was also the blade hanging over Yang Yu's head. He could not afford to take it lightly.

As the middle-aged man with a balding head and beer belly entered, the previously noisy classroom immediately fell silent.

Though this middle-aged, out-of-shape man looked ordinary, his teaching ability was top-notch. In his youth, he had completed his bachelor's and master's degrees consecutively at Jing University, the best university in the country. After graduating, he came here to teach and had been doing so for thirty years.

"Alright, everyone, quiet down."

Wei Hai, the round-faced Homeroom Teacher of average height, spoke in a clear voice.

"In the blink of an eye, you're already in Grade 12. I hope that in the time ahead, everyone continues to work hard, grits their teeth, and does not slack off until you are admitted to the schools you aspire to attend, leaving no regrets in your youth."

"I believe all of you have clear plans for your futures. After all, you are the best students in this school and even this entire city. You already know these things without me saying them, so let's begin class."

After the Homeroom Teacher gave a brief speech and officially began the lesson, Yang Yu pretended to listen attentively while reviewing his insights from last night's Meditation Breathing and this morning's martial arts practice.

Constantly reflecting, summarizing, and organizing was also a habit Yang Yu had developed in his previous life.

No matter what he did, Yang Yu was used to reviewing his gains and losses.

If he simply did something and then ignored it, repeating it thousands upon thousands of times would actually be useless.

Only by carefully reflecting and organizing his thoughts after every attempt could he ensure his effort was not wasted and continue making progress.

After one class ended, Wei Hai left the classroom with satisfaction.

Next came the ten-minute break.

"Brother Yu, going to the bathroom?" Wang Lin asked.

"No. You go ahead."

"Heh, Brother Yu, you really have changed. You used to go to the bathroom with me every time."

"You brat, go by yourself if you want to." Yang Yu swatted him with a book in annoyance.

Wang Lin immediately let out a strange cry and ran to the bathroom.

Looking at his goofy deskmate, Yang Yu, who had inherited the original owner's memories and feelings, also regarded him as his own friend.

After all, judging from their past experiences, although Wang Lin had a somewhat mischievous personality, he was genuinely dependable when something happened.

Once, when the two were heading home together after school, Yang Yu's Chronic Headache Condition suddenly flared up. He collapsed to the ground and convulsed without stopping. Wang Lin, who was only in Grade 10 at the time, did not hesitate for a moment before carrying Yang Yu on his back and running to the nearest hospital.

He ran around everywhere, paid the medical bills in advance, and helped Yang Yu contact his family. After all that commotion, Yang Yu finally woke up.

After that incident, the two, who had already gotten along well, became inseparable friends.

Thinking of this, Yang Yu felt that if he could lend Wang Lin a hand before the Grand Nirvana arrived, he would.

After all, Wang Lin had been the original owner's true friend and brother, and Yang Yu admired his character as well.

Helping him where he could was only right.

Before long, Wang Lin returned from the bathroom and sat down. "Brother Yu, a lot of the new Grade 10 girls this year are pretty cute. Too bad I'm not as handsome as you, or I'd definitely date one."

"You don't look bad either, and your family background is good. If you really wanted to date someone, it's not like you couldn't. You're just too timid, all talk and no action." After finishing his review of meditation and martial arts practice, Yang Yu laughed and scolded him.

"Learn from those guys who quietly change girlfriends three or four times. Then you wouldn't still be single after two years."

"Come on, Brother Yu, don't expose my shortcomings. I was hoping you'd set an example first and summarize some successful experience for me."

Wang Lin's skin was not as thick as he made it seem. He was the type who could boast endlessly behind people's backs, but when faced with a pretty girl, he was such a coward that even three blows would not knock a word out of him.

"If you're waiting for me to summarize experience for you, then you can forget about getting a girlfriend for all three years of high school."

"Ah, Brother Yu, you really aren't planning to date in high school? I saw online that when many men talk about the biggest regrets of their lives, not having a girlfriend in high school ranks in the top ten!"

"It's just getting a girlfriend. What's there to regret? Wouldn't it be better to spend that time studying more and exercising?"

Yang Yu scoffed at that idea. If someone truly felt regret, they only needed to bravely confess.

What was the use of endlessly regretting it afterward?

"Ah, Brother Yu, you're really wasting a gift from heaven."

With a sigh, Wang Lin took out the Chinese textbook for the next class and began reciting Li Sao dejectedly.

"With long sighs, I wiped away my tears, grieving for the hardships of the people's lives."

"Ah, so Qu Yuan also lamented the hardships of the world."

After reciting only one line, Wang Lin was completely defeated and could not continue.

Just then, the bell rang. The curvaceous Beauty Chinese teacher entered the classroom. "Good morning, students. Before we knew it, you're already in Grade 12. Time truly flies. Let's open our textbooks and begin."

"Tsk, tsk. It's hard to imagine that Teacher Zhou is already the mother of a five-year-old. That figure, that outfit... I'd believe she was a senior university student. Too bad I was born ten years too late."

Ignoring Teacher Zhou's pleasant lecture and Wang Lin's puberty-fueled lust, Yang Yu continued pretending to pay attention in class while actually recalling the Books and theories related to the Martial Way that he had read before.

In his previous life, Yang Yu had always been extremely passionate about martial arts. He often searched libraries and the internet for all kinds of cultivation methods and theories.

The Meditation Method, Breathing Method, and Neijiaquan were among the things Yang Yu had gathered through those channels.

After all, martial arts had not been very popular in his previous life. It was a niche hobby, even less popular than fitness enthusiasts who built muscle by drinking protein powder.

As an ordinary office worker, Yang Yu had neither abundant time nor money to spend on studying martial arts under a master. Thus, he could only gather martial arts theories in his spare time and practice by himself for fun.

Perhaps because he had a sharp mind, Yang Yu actually became quite proficient by following Books and online theories.

Several times when he encountered injustice and stepped in to help, Yang Yu could take on several people barehanded by himself.

Combined with his handsome face and refined manner of speaking, he had dated several exceptional girlfriends. In the end, however, they all broke up because their personalities were incompatible.

Later, Yang Yu lost patience with women and turned his full attention to martial arts.

He made even greater progress in the Martial Way.

But that was all in the past.

Coming back to himself, Yang Yu looked at the unfamiliar yet familiar classroom, the Teacher lecturing seriously, and the students listening attentively, and felt as though a lifetime had passed.

He wondered how many of these classmates would survive after the Grand Nirvana.

After the morning classes ended, Yang Yu declined Wang Lin's invitation to have lunch together and chose to run home for lunch.

He had promised Grandfather that he would go home to eat.

Thus, Yang Yu jogged all the way toward home.

But as he passed the park where he had exercised that morning, a Yellow-Haired Punk who looked like a street thug stopped a female student.

Seeing that the girl was wearing the uniform of the same school as him, Yang Yu had no choice but to intervene.

After all, it was still 2014, and public safety was not very good. His best friend Wang Lin often mentioned students being harassed by delinquent thugs outside school.

"Little sister, just let your big brother add your QQ. As long as you agree, I guarantee you'll eat well and live well from now on, and you'll be able to swagger around this neighborhood. What do you say?"

The Yellow-Haired Punk, with dyed yellow hair and a cigarette hanging from his mouth, shook his leg as he spoke in a sleazy tone.