The class bell rang.
Yujing University used snippets from two piano pieces by the same composer for its class bells. In this world, the instrument was called a keyboard piano, but it was much the same as the piano from Chen Shu's previous life.
The Martial Cultivation Hall, usually bustling, felt cavernous today.
The teacher with thick brows and large eyes clapped his hands, calling everyone over. He took attendance, and to his surprise, everyone had shown up.
Wasn't there a single lazybones who didn't want to train?
Chen Shu wondered as he quietly looked around.
There were exactly ten students, seven men and three women. The only ones he could say he knew were Jiang Lai and Yan Keling. Three others looked familiar, including a Fifth Tier senior from his own college and two seniors in their Fourth and Fifth Years. He had seen them when he sat in on Middle-Tier Cultivation classes.
"My surname is Xu, and I teach combat at the Martial Cultivation College. Those of you from the college know me, right?
"Anyway, you can just call me Teacher Xu.
"I checked, and this is a pretty good mix. Out of ten people, we have one Imperial Sect cultivator, one Martial Artist, four Spiritual Cultivation practitioners, and four Martial Cultivation practitioners. It isn't too messy, so teaching you should be easier. Once we've covered the basics of combat, I'll explain how to deal with other cultivation systems according to the path each of you follows. We'll combine that with drills for better results.
"I'll start with the theory, to accommodate Classmate Yan and the students from the Ancient Cultivator Academy. Those of you from the Martial Cultivation College can listen again, too."
"Everyone, sit down. Sit, sit."
The students sat cross-legged in a semicircle facing him.