Chapter 57

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Chapter 57: Senior

Songyang High School.

Students from First-Year, Class 1 gradually entered the training hall, preparing for today’s Martial Arts Combat class.

As Bai Zhenzhen walked, she thought to herself, What’s Yu Zi up to? I can’t even reach him.

Sick leave? When do high school students ever get sick leave?

Could he have cracked under the pressure?

Just as Bai Zhenzhen was lost in her wild thoughts, she was surprised to discover that, aside from Martial Art Teacher Lei Jun, a large group of people was already standing in the training hall.

Looking at the students behind Lei Jun, especially the tallest one, Bai Zhenzhen’s gaze sharpened. “Is that ‘Door Plank Man’?”

[Note- 门板人 (Door Plank Man) is based entirely on Lan Ling’s immense and imposing physical build]

Scanning the students surrounding Lan Ling, the ‘Door Plank Man’, Bai Zhenzhen immediately recognized them as second-year students.

An extra year of cultivation had made these second-year students a whole size bulkier than the first-years students. Their secondary sexual characteristics had almost completely faded, and their exposed arms were covered in dense needle marks…

These sign of rigorous cultivation were all undeniable proof of the second-year students’ strength and diligence.

Of course, Bai Zhenzhen was not the only one in the hall who recognized them.

Soon, some students took the initiative to greet these second-year students.

Zhao Tianxing first bowed respectfully to Martial Art Teacher Lei Jun, then turned to the second-year students standing nearby and bowed dutifully. He spoke with a constrained air, “Greetings, Seniors!”

The Zhao Tianxing who had once weighed over 300 pounds now looked like a Corgi(dwarf dog) standing before Lan Ling.

Only after Lan Ling gave a slight nod did Zhao Tianxing cautiously retreat.

This was the established hierarchy in high school, where lowerclassmen students deferred to those in higher grades.

This was because the one-year gap in cultivation time between each class, from first to third year, often resulted in an absolute disparity in strength.

It was to the point that some even divided the grades into Early-stage, Mid-stage, and Late-stage Qi Refining to emphasize the differences between them.

At Songyang High School, for example, junior students were expected to greet seniors first. Lowerclassmen could not sit down until the upperclassmen did. If they encountered seniors in the restroom, they had to let the seniors piss first. When getting their enhancers in the same room, they had to let the seniors take their shots first.

Customs such as these had become ingrained in the daily lives of high school students.

Of course, Songyang High School was still more humane than the three famous school. Rumor had it that at Bailong High School, upper-grade students could even make freshmans kneel and kowtow.

Fortunately, the curriculum for different grades varied greatly, and the teaching venues differed as well. Coupled with the heavy academic workload, this meant that junior and senior students had few opportunities to meet.

This was truly a cause for celebration, a real blessing.

At that moment in the training hall, every student who entered would proactively bow and greet Lan Ling and the others.

This only served to highlight one person’s defiance.

Watching Bai Zhenzhen, who had yet to greet the seniors, Zhao Tianxing grew anxious for her. What’s wrong with A-Zhen? The Seniors will target her for this.

He could already feel several second-year students glancing at Bai Zhenzhen from time to time. Just imagining himself in her shoes made him feel awkward and nervous.

After all the students from First-Year, Class 1 had assembled, Lei Jun addressed them. “Today, your seniors from Second-Year, Class 1 have specially set aside a class period to provide you with practical combat guidance. Let’s give them a round of applause!”

What? We’re going to get beaten up by second-year top students?

Hearing this, the students erupted into enthusiastic applause. “Thank you, Seniors!”

One top student couldn’t help but laugh, thinking to himself, These are students from the second-year demonstration class. If you paid to hire them for combat training outside, wouldn’t a single session cost at least a 1000 yuan?

Some students, eager to improve their combat scores, were already getting impatient. They thought to themselves, It would be worth getting an arm broken if it means getting pointers by a second-year top student!

Qian Shen’s gaze was fixed on Lan Ling, who was the tallest of the group and built like a door panel. He thought, Lan Ling. The man who placed second overall among the second-years last month, first in the Physical Education category, and the ace of the second-year Sports Competition Team. But…

“It’s pointless,” Qian Shen said, turning his head away. “Scores across grade levels aren’t comparable. Those second-year students from the Demonstration Class have been cultivating for a whole year longer than us. Any one of them would be unbeatable for a first-year student. To us, it makes no difference who comes out.”

He Dayou simply smiled and nodded at the second-year students as a simple greeting. As the school Board director’s son, he was familiar with many top students from both the second and third year.

Lei Jun observed the eager expressions on most of the students’ faces and was pleased with their spirit. “Excellent,” he said. “You’re all full of energy.”

“Success in Dao Arts is all about money. The more you pour into it, the more powerful you become.”

“If we want to be strong in the Martial Dao, we have to get beaten. The less you fear losing, getting hit, or being tormented, the faster your practical combat skills will improve.”

“Only by taking repeated beatings, suffering repeated torment, and dragging yourself up from the ground again and again can you truly improve your combat experience.”

Seeing students below eagerly raising their hands, Lei Jun was about to select sparring partners when Lan Ling leaned in and whispered something in his ear.

Lei Jun nodded and turned his gaze to Bai Zhenzhen, who was hiding behind the crowd. He shouted, “Bai Zhenzhen, you go first and spar with the seniors. Set an example for the other students.”

“Lan Ling, this Bai Zhenzhen is a promising new talent, the top first-year in Martial Arts Combat. Give her some proper guidance.”

Lan Ling, still curling a barbell in his right hand, slowly walked onto the training ground. He approached Bai Zhenzhen and said gently, “Junior Sister, shall we spar?”

Bai Zhenzhen’s face darkened. She slowly stepped forward amidst the crowd’s envious gazes, inwardly unleashing a torrent of curses on the man built like a door panel.

Fucking shrimp-headed man, she thought. He’s clearly up to no good. He’s just using the contract as an excuse to beat up a junior sister, isn’t he?


She suspected their upcoming battle would be far from a simple sparring match. He would surely seize the opportunity to teach her a harsh lesson.

Strike first!

As soon as Bai Zhenzhen stepped onto the field, she launched a swift kick, aiming straight for the vital point of Lan Ling’s Dantian in his lower abdomen.

But to her surprise, he did not even try to dodge. He simply stood there, letting her kick land with a resounding thump.

Lan Ling had been kicked in a vital spot, yet his expression was unchanged. He had not taken a single step back, as if nothing at all had happened.

Bai Zhenzhen, on the other hand, felt as if she had kicked a slab of granite. The bones in her foot felt like they were about to shatter.

Is the gap between me and a second-year really this huge?

Just as Bai Zhenzhen tried to retreat, she felt her ankle being clamped by a hand as strong as an iron pincer.

Lan Ling held her ankle and smiled faintly. “Junior Sister, it seems you’ve underestimated me.”

While the two were locked in combat, Lei Jun was giving commentary to the students on the side.

“A great sneak attack! Remember this, in real combat, a sneak attack is a profound art. It is the best way for the weak to overcome the strong.”

“However, Bai Zhenzhen knows far too little about Lan Ling. He underwent an ‘absolute’ sterilization surgery long ago. Not only does he lack any remaining gender characteristics and is unaffected by hormones, but he has also lost many conventional weaknesses…”

“Now Bai Zhenzhen is locked in Lan Ling’s grip. Although she is kicking and struggling to break free, Lan Ling’s physical strength is above level 6. Bai Zhenzhen is only around level 1.4, right? Once she’s caught like this, the fight is already over.”

Halfway through his critique, a loud bang erupted from under Lei Jun’s feet as his figure shot out like lightning.

At the same moment, a thunderous explosion echoed through the air.

As everyone watched in shock, Lan Ling violently flung Bai Zhenzhen away. She left a trail of afterimages before slamming into the wall of the Training Hall.

But just as her head was about to collide with it, Lei Jun appeared behind her. Both crashed through the wall, hurtling out of the Training Hall with a deafening crash.

A few moments later, Lei Jun returned to the Training Hall supporting the limping Bai Zhenzhen. His expression was grim as he glared at Lan Ling and asked, “Don’t you think you were too heavy-handed?”

Bai Zhenzhen was one of the top students in First-Year Martial Arts Combat. If she were seriously injured, it would reflect poorly on Lei Jun’s performance review.

Lan Ling smiled gently. “I trusted that with you here, Teacher, she would be fine.”

“Besides, this is a good opportunity to teach our Junior Sister a lesson about underestimating an opponent in a real fight.”

With that, he turned to Bai Zhenzhen and said, “Have you learned your lesson from this combat experience, Junior Sister? Shall we continue?”

As Lan Ling extended his invitation again, Bai Zhenzhen’s eyes flashed with anger. A long-suppressed power within her stirred, as if it were about to break free from its cocoon.

She thought grimly to herself, No, I can’t reveal it here. If I do, it’s all over.

Lei Jun was about to intervene when a single look from Lan Ling pinned him in place. “I will be more careful from now on, Teacher.”

Lei Jun had his suspicions before, but at that moment, he was certain.

He recalled the Student Council’s earlier demand to exclude Bai Zhenzhen and Zhang Yu from the Martial Arts Competition and realized that this too was a directive from them.

Thinking of the Student Council at Songyang High School, he could only sigh inwardly before warning them, This is my class. Don’t take it too far.

Lan Ling smiled faintly. “Don’t worry, Teacher. Bai Zhenzhen is a high-value student to the school. I certainly won’t let her get seriously injured.”

By this point, the other first-year students had sensed the tense atmosphere, but they still could not grasp what was happening.

He Dayou’s gaze flickered. As the son of a school board director, he immediately recognized this as an attempt to pressure Bai Zhenzhen. Had there been a problem with her contract? Were they trying to drive her price down?

He felt a twinge of regret that Zhang Yu was not there. Otherwise, he might have gotten to see the poor devil’s humiliation.

Just then, a male voice echoed from the entrance of the Training Hall.

“Hey, are you bullying my intern?”

Amidst the stunned and bewildered gazes of the crowd, Zhang Yu strode in from the doorway. As he spoke, he raised his right hand, his fingertips rapidly tracing across the black-and-white Talisman Register.

He cast the Detainment Talisman.

In the next instant, countless golden motes of light shimmered around Lan Ling, coalescing into massive golden palms that clawed toward him.

Lan Ling barely had time to react before nine golden palms slammed down on his head, shoulders, arms, legs, and abdomen, pinning him in place.

“The Detainment Talisman?”

“That poor devil Zhang Yu, where did he even get a Talisman Register to cast a Detainment Talisman?”

Feeling the nine giant palms pressing down on him, even trying to force him bit by bit to the ground, Lan Ling erupted in fury.