It's explosive growth, okay?

Hearing this, the team leader from Second High School, who had been sipping tea, froze instantly. The smile on Teacher Zhou's face also solidified, and his meticulously combed slicked-back hair seemed to quiver. The other teachers all turned their gazes toward Zheng Huai in unison, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

No, could this number be a mistake?

335!

This was not a particularly stunning number, but they had just heard something from Teacher Zhou.

During the last major exam, this kid named Lin Ye only had a Vitality value of 218—barely over 200. Now you're telling me that after two months of training, his Vitality has soared to 335?

Is this reasonable?

Some teachers didn't believe it and even looked toward the female teacher from Fourth High School, taking the statistical sheet from her hands to verify it. Finally, that conspicuous 335 was reflected in everyone's eyes.

Confirmed beyond doubt!

"It really is 335."

After reading the temporary statistical sheet with a sense of lingering disbelief, Teacher Zhou snapped back to reality, his voice slightly off-key as he muttered, "No, didn't he only have 218 in the last mock exam? It's only been a little over two months, and he's at 335?"

He felt somewhat dazed; Lin Ye's progress shattered his common sense regarding improvement.

But a moment later, he realized what this magnitude of growth meant as a veteran Martial Dao instructor.

This was definitely not something that could be achieved through simple "resource allocation." Zhou Zhen in his own class had received the same treatment, yet after two months, he had only improved by 48 points, and even then, he felt Zhou Zhen had worked extremely hard.

Yet when it came to Lin Ye, an average growth of nearly 60 points of Vitality per month—is this level of efficiency even humanly possible?

It was simply outrageous.

If this weren't such a serious matter as the college entrance exam, he would have wanted to question whether the testing equipment had malfunctioned; this was far beyond the scope of what a normal person could accept.

"Old Zheng, what... what have you been feeding him?"

The Second High School team leader asked half-jokingly and half-seriously, his eyes full of shock.

"Is it really 335?"

Another teacher pressed, "The equipment didn't glitch, did it?"

Facing the gazes focused on him, Zheng Huai remained as calm as ever. Only the corners of his mouth curled up imperceptibly as he said indifferently, "The equipment is calibrated uniformly by the city and approved by the province. If there are any issues, you are all welcome to provide feedback. I believe the leaders at the Municipal Bureau of Education are even more concerned about such matters than you are."

Afterward, he set down his thermos and continued in a steady tone, "Lin Ye is a rather steady child. His progress this time is indeed a bit large."

Rather steady?

Progress is a bit large?

The crowd was speechless, their lips twitching slightly. This was far more than "a bit large"—it was explosive growth.

From 218 to 335, that's 117 points in two months!

Across the entire current cohort of martial arts students in Nanjiang City, this rate of progress was likely in a league of its own.

At this moment, the smugness on the face of Teacher Zhou from Class One had long since vanished, replaced by intense astonishment and a hint of embarrassment from being slapped in the face.

After all, he had just been saying that "Lin Ye reaching just over 300 would be a success," and in the blink of an eye, the kid tested at 335. How was that just "holding steady"?

This was clearly progress that defied the timeline.

Looking at Zheng Huai's composed demeanor, he likely knew the truth about Lin Ye's situation all along. He had simply been too lazy to show off earlier, while he himself had walked right up to brag. Thinking of this, Zhou Ming couldn't help but feel his face burning.

The other teachers looked at each other, their eyes changing as they looked at Zheng Huai.

Having a genius student like Chu Tiange was one thing, but being able to cultivate a student who was originally in the middle of the pack to this level in just over two months—the skill involved in his teaching and guidance was likely profound.

Of course, Lin Ye had his own talent, but that couldn't erase Zheng Huai's teaching ability.

At this moment, the Martial Dao team leader from Second High School watched Zheng Huai, his eyes darting around as he calculated how much it would cost to poach Zheng Huai for his own school.

After all, in this era, Martial Dao was everything; if you were strong in Martial Dao, you were truly strong.

However, Zheng Huai ignored them, picked up his things, and said, "It's almost time. I'm going to check on the status of the equipment."

With that, he didn't linger for a second and walked straight out of the lounge.

He left behind a room full of teachers with complex expressions, watching his departing back and wondering what he was thinking.