Ancient Martial Arts Class, Nana

Lan Mengqin looked at Chen Ming, at a loss for words for a moment. After all, the scene that had just unfolded was truly abstract; who the hell turns a confession into a challenge letter?

"Did you two come here because you were afraid I couldn't beat that guy? You're overthinking it. I'm the top student in the grade, after all; there aren't many who can beat me."

Chen Ming smiled as he looked at the two of them. In his eyes, Lan Mengqin and Dong Qianqiu had likely come over because they were worried he couldn't handle the person on the other side by himself.

"What the hell? Weren't you here to accept that girl's confession?"

Lan Mengqin felt like her brain was about to fry. Could it be that Chen Ming had come over just to start a fight?

"What confession? How old are we? If a girl likes me, wouldn't that be pedophilia? That definitely deserves a bowl of seaweed egg drop soup—the kind without the seaweed or the egg."

Chen Ming frowned slightly. Was it not? They were only this old, and they were already playing the confession game? Was it fake? Were the children on Douluo Continent this precocious?

"That... Mengqin said your letter was a love letter. She was afraid you'd be tricked by a bad woman, so she brought me along to keep an eye on you."

Dong Qianqiu explained from the side, though she made a few modifications to the story. Chen Ming's frown deepened as he pulled out the letter.

"She told me not to leave after school—isn't that just asking for a fight? You guys call this a love letter? Are you kidding me?"

Lan Mengqin looked at the contents inside and was immediately covered in black lines. She then grabbed Dong Qianqiu and walked away, muttering, "A total blockhead. You deserve to be single."

However, her mood was clearly better. Time moved to the next day, and Lan Mengqin watched the campus forum on her phone while stifling a laugh.

"Qianqiu, look at this quickly."

"What is it?"

"It's that girl from last night. She spent the whole night writing a long essay scolding Chen Ming for mistaking her love letter for a challenge letter. It's hilarious."

Dong Qianqiu looked at the content above and also struggled to hold back her laughter. It was clear that the girl had truly suffered a massive blow.

"But Chen Ming's method is actually quite clever. Now, no one will dare to hand him a love letter anymore. Qianqiu, if we run into this situation next time, let's do the same."

"It's perfect—we get to beat someone up and prevent being harassed by these love letters."

Lan Mengqin suddenly realized that Chen Ming's method seemed quite brilliant; it perfectly solved the problem of love letter harassment while also allowing them to throw hands.

"That doesn't seem right... If we get caught hitting someone, we'll be disciplined."

"What are you afraid of? We'll just drag the person to an empty corner and beat them up."

"Oh, that's fine then. But to what extent should we beat them?"

"Uh... until they faint?"

Regarding the act of beating people up, Lan Mengqin didn't have much experience, nor did she know how much force was needed to scare someone off.

"Chen Ming, teach me! You've already had experience once. Share your tips—hurry up and hand over the Flame Mantra!"

Lan Mengqin leaned in toward Chen Ming, asking this experienced player for advice.

"...How would I know? I just picked up a heavy hammer and smashed a tree, and the other person got scared and ran away. But I have a question."

"What if it's a senior? Someone you can't beat? Could you still win?"

Chen Ming suddenly discovered a blind spot and curiously asked what one should do if they encountered a senior.

"No way... a senior shouldn't be interested in me... that would be a pervert, and they'd deserve that seaweed egg drop soup."

Lan Mengqin was stunned for a moment, but she felt it was unlikely. After all, she had only awakened her martial soul half a year ago. If a senior were interested in her, how would that be any different from being a piece of trash?

Dong Qianqiu nodded in agreement and added a sentence.

"The seaweed egg drop soup without the seaweed or the egg!"

"Exactly!"

Soon, it was time for class. The group had more courses this semester than the last.

For instance, this afternoon, there was an additional Ancient Martial Arts class that no one recognized.

The group gathered in the gymnasium, and soon a tall figure walked over—silver hair, purple eyes, a cold and ethereal temperament, and a stunningly beautiful face.

Lan Mengqin and Dong Qianqiu's eyes widened instantly, and they both turned to look at Chen Ming.

"This... she looks so much like your sister."

Dong Qianqiu's mind flashed with Chen Ming's second form and the appearance of Di Qiu'er, then she looked at the teacher on the stage. They really did look alike.

"It must be a coincidence," Chen Ming explained flatly. Lan Mengqin grew suspicious; no matter how she looked at it, they seemed related.

"I am your Ancient Martial Arts teacher, Nana. I will be responsible for your Ancient Martial Arts course this semester. Let me first explain what ancient martial arts are."

The general content of ancient martial arts involves self-created combat techniques, such as the most representative ones from Douluo II: Junlin Tianxia, Dragon Emperor Breaking Evil Split, and Dragon Emperor Shocking Domain Realm.

In Douluo III, techniques like the Red Dragon Nine Styles, Accumulate Momentum, Forbidden Technique, and Unity of Heaven and Man—which do not require spirit rings to release—are all considered ancient martial arts.

Of course, spear techniques and sword techniques also count. After Teacher Nana's explanation, everyone roughly understood what ancient martial arts were.

"Then, Teacher Nana, are you going to teach us ancient martial arts next?"

A male student asked with a blushing face, but Nana shook her head and replied:

"I will first teach you how to build a foundation. You can only perform ancient martial arts once your foundation is solid. Let's start with the lower body, beginning with the horse stance."

And so, everyone began practicing their horse stance. The classroom was occasionally filled with noisy chatter; some boys were captivated by Nana's beauty, while some girls were whispering and gossiping while looking at Chen Ming.

After all, that bizarre essay a girl posted on the campus message board in the middle of the night was truly abstract, and now those girls all felt a sense of awe toward Chen Ming.

Although they all liked this top-tier, grade-topping heartthrob, they certainly didn't want the heartthrob to mistake them for issuing a challenge and end up getting beaten up.

Of course, some girls thought being beaten up by the heartthrob was a reward and would feel great, but they didn't dare to show it.

Nana patrolled the area, correcting the students' incorrect postures from time to time. Lan Mengqin glanced at Nana and then whispered to Chen Ming:

"Does this teacher really have nothing to do with you? Your sister looks so much like her; she's practically what your sister would look like when she grows up."

"It has nothing to do with me, it's just a coincidence."

"But they look so much alike..."

"Then if I dye my hair white and wear blue contact lenses, would you be willing to call me brother?"

"Get lost! If anyone is calling anyone anything, you should be calling me sister."

Chen Ming and Lan Mengqin chatted while holding their horse stances. On either side of them were Huo Tian and Dong Qianqiu; the four good friends naturally chose to stick together.

Just as they were chatting, Nana quickly walked over, reached out, and pressed down on Chen Ming's shoulder, giving it a squeeze.

Chen Ming frowned slightly, a flash of red light flickering in his black eyes, when Nana's voice reached him.

"Student, your foundation is very solid. You must have practiced swordsmanship, marksmanship, or something similar, right? Or have you practiced both?"

Nana reached out her small hand to wrap around Chen Ming's, felt it for a moment, and then voiced her guess.

PS: The second update for March 4th, totaling six thousand words.

: It seems that reading coins are calculated based on word count here... two thousand words for ten reading coins, four thousand for twenty. The author does not have the permission to change these.