Two days later, the wound on Xu Wuyi's left shoulder had mostly healed.
He changed into a clean school uniform and stepped through the gates of Honghe No. 1 High School once more.
The moment he entered, he sensed an atmosphere unlike before.
Every teacher and student he met along the way, whether they knew him or not, looked at him with obvious enthusiasm.
"Morning, Senior Xu!"
"Look, it's Xu Wuyi!"
"The joint exam champion is back!"
Greetings rose one after another. The classmates who knew him were naturally brimming with excitement, and even a few unfamiliar lower-year students mustered up the courage to run over and call out, "Hello, Senior Xu," before fleeing with flushed faces.
It was as if Xu Wuyi had become the man of the hour at Honghe No. 1 High School overnight.
He maintained his usual calm, occasionally nodding in response as he walked steadily through the crowd toward the Martial Arts Hall.
His yearning for martial arts was firm enough that this level of fame was not enough to make him lose himself.
At the same time, he understood very clearly that all this attention was built on strength.
If he were still that ordinary student with a life energy level under 9, perhaps no one would have paid him any attention.
As soon as he walked through the doors of the Martial Arts Hall, he saw Teacher Wang Wenhai standing by the training ground, as if waiting for him.
"Teacher Wang." Xu Wuyi quickly stepped forward.
Wang Wenhai looked him up and down, focusing especially on his left shoulder, then nodded. "You look much better. How's the injury?"
"Much better. It doesn't affect my daily training," Xu Wuyi answered honestly.
"That's good." A hint of relief appeared on Wang Wenhai's face, then his