He had barely finished speaking when a classmate beside him slapped him on the head. "What are you talking for? What are you shouting for? Raging because you're powerless? If you've got time to talk and swear oaths, go back and train instead!"
"Come on! Back we go!"
Wu Qing waved a hand in silence, and Second-Year Class Seven silently formed up and left. As they walked away, every one of them held himself even straighter and moved even faster than when they had arrived!
Neglect your martial training, and you bring shame upon your teachers!
Never had they understood those words as deeply as they did at that moment! Never had their hearts felt so weighed down, so guilty!
Their teacher's honor stood higher than the heavens!
They had to win that table back!
Wu Qing led the way, his expression just as grave.
There was something he left unspoken in his heart: winning that table back would probably be very difficult!
Given the rate at which Zuo Xiaoduo's strength was progressing, as long as he did not court death, the gap between them would only grow wider and wider if they continued progressing at their respective rates. This was no longer something that hard work alone could make up for!
Still, it was motivation. The greater the pressure, the harder it drove him. He would rouse himself and give chase, hoping he could one day catch up with this man's footsteps!
Afternoon classes began.
Wen Xingtian clearly knew the whole story, and made a point of discussing it.
"Defeating your opponent is only natural! It's what you should do! It's also what you must do. There's nothing worth praising about that."
"But what deserves praise about your class monitor, Zuo Xiaoduo, today..." Wen Xingtian said mildly, "is