Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
It was September 5th, the twenty-third day of the sumr vacation.
There was about a month to the end of the sumr vacation. The start of a new term of every cultivation high school happened before that; that was to say, although school started on October 7th, the truth was that students had to hand in their howork and do a new round of entrance exams on October 1st.
Half a year had passed, but Wang Ling still rembered the embarrassnt that happened when he entered No. 60 High the first ti round. The new entrance test wouldn’t affect the class groupings, and was just for evaluating each student’s overall ability after half a year of learning. So students improved, while so screwed up… What was vital was how much progress they made.
This was also a new level of difficulty in keeping his grades down which Wang Ling was now facing.
This was a lot harder than keeping his test scores down, because he had to be very clear about each of his classmate’s learning situation, and then calculate the progress they made, and finally determine how much progress he himself should make…
Yes, even when it ca to the rate of progress, Wang Ling had to keep his grades down to retain his middle position in class.
Wang Ling didn’t like to procrastinate when it ca to sumr howork; he didn’t want to end up doing it in a fast food restaurant in the last few days of the sumr vacation like 99% of students.
Wang Ling preferred to do his howork in an orderly manner. Besides, there were so parts which he didn’t personally need to write himself.
In terms of handwriting, Wang Ling already had a database of all the font types in the whole world in his brain. Using the remarkable “Great Ma Liang 1 Spell,” it was easy to mimic any handwriting, so even if Wang Ling didn’t practice writing his characters, he didn’t have to worry that his handwriting would look bad.
Every ti he handed in his howork and his exam papers, Teacher Pan always felt that Wang Ling’s words looked like they were printed, each one being a uniform square…
…
The last sumr assignnt was to write a report.
This was also compulsory howork which all teachers-in-charge assigned their students, and which was extra credit that counted to their graduation.
Wang Ling didn’t really care about this extra credit, but if he didn’t write the report, his marks would be deducted…
The topic of the report: “My Classmate.”
Requirents: After half a sester, you should now have so knowledge and understanding of your classmates. Please write an evaluation of no less than 800 words each on the five students whom you are the most familiar with in class. Explain how you got to know each other and how you get along (Do not make things up. Your story must be true. You can make fun of the other party, but you are not allowed to use insulting words.).
“…”
Hm…
ntally skimming through the howork requirents set by Teacher Pan, Wang Ling felt so lancholy for the first ti in a long while.
800 words actually wasn’t hard… But writing five essays was a little demanding!
The point was, he couldn’t have Pen and Eraser write this for him. These two gremlins wrote in a chanical style. Wang Ling rembered when the language teacher had written a comnt at the end of an essay which Pen had written for him: “You might as well copy out The Complete Classic Collection of Good Words and Good Sentences .”
And so, the teacher had given that howork a low grade.
The disadvantage of chanical writing was that the work was emotionless, and it was too obvious when you were imitating star compositions.
The report this ti was on true stories.
Wang Ling felt that at the very least, he needed to have a better understanding of the five people before he could write the report.
When it ca to the five people whom he had the deepest connections with in class –
They were Super Chen, Dopey Guo, Feather Lin, Little Peanut, as well as Lotus Sun, whom the author had no freaking clue about but hadn’t forgotten…
Four of these five people had been on his “to watch out for” list at the start of the sester.
Now, in the blink of an eye, a sester had passed.
“How ti flies…” Wang Ling murmured unconsciously.
Only one sester had gone by after 900-plus chapters. Actually, Wang Ling didn’t know how many more chapters the author would have to write before he got to Wang Ling’s high school graduation… No, perhaps the question was, how many more days were there before it was over?
After all, this shaless and unscrupulous author was only updating at one chapter a day.
…
Every ti he thought about his, Wang Ling couldn’t help taking a deep breath.
He cald down, and when he opened his eyes, the golden petals in his pupils blossod as he released all of the power of sight of the King’s Eye.
Light shot through the air and tore open part of history – Wang Ling was searching for Super Chen’s mories.
In the blink of an eye, Wang Ling had moved from his desk to a sea of stars. This was the mory space which the King’s Eye had infiltrated, and around Wang Ling at the mont were fragnts of Super Chen’s mories.
Wang Ling reached out to grasp one fragnt.
mories that didn’t belong to Wang Ling suddenly appeared in his mind.
Various mories and images were displayed in vivid detail like old photos.
Year 4383…
Super Chen was three years old, and could already rember things.
The Chen family ran a martial arts dojo, and Father Chen was the head.
One night in late December, it suddenly turned cold in Songhai city, and snow fell heavily along with piercingly cold winds.
When Super Chen woke up, there was already a thick layer of snow outside.
The sky was just turning light, and the world outside was white with snow. The faint light which broke through the clouds reflected off the snow, irritating Super Chen as he opened his eyes in discomfort.
It was still a little before six o’clock.
Super Chen had slept in his family’s dojo that night.
When he opened his eyes, he could already hear the sound of the wooden dummy being hit outside.
Father Chen had set up so equipnt for martial arts practice in the dojo’s courtyard out front.
Super Chen, who was only three, couldn’t fully understand how the equipnt worked, but he knew he had to handle this equipnt every day if he wanted to beco strong.
Father Chen was bare from the waist up, revealing his muscles, and barefooted as he practiced on the wooden dummy in the courtyard.
Father Chen’s punches were as quick and violent as vipers, and Super Chen couldn’t follow them at all with his eyes; even trying to catch sight of their shadows was hard.
Father Chen deliberately had Super Chen live in the martial arts dojo. Their Chen family had practiced ancient martial arts for generations. Although it was now an era of national cultivation, body techniques still played an indispensable role.
However, more and more children nowadays would rather be the mage firing fireballs from the back than the man who used consummate body techniques to charge and break through enemy lines up front.
Father Chen felt that real n should charge forward! Not lie low at the back and just cast spells.
Seeing that Super Chen had woken up, Father Chen knew that the right opportunity had arrived. His aura turned heavy, and as he exhaled, he blew out a stream of white qi a dozen or so ters long like a snow-breathing dragon. Super Chen’s small mouth dropped wide open with awe at this sight.
“Want to learn, boy?” Father Chen looked at Super Chen.
“Yes!” Super Chen was already enticed.
“Good boy!” Father Chen rubbed Super Chen’s small, round and empty head, picked him up and brought him out of the room to an old pagoda tree.
Father Chen: “Go, son.”
Super Chen: “???”
Father Chen: “If you want to practice martial arts, rub this tree first. From today onward, rub the bark with your hand until this tree is bald.”
Super Chen: “???”
Wang Ling: ”
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