"What is Wu?"

A rough man stood in a corner of the playground and yelled at the students of Class 2 (17):

"What, is Wu?"

As usual, before the students could reply, martial arts teacher Ma Minglie shouted to himself:

"The essence of martial arts lies in eternity!"

"You are not a born apocalypse, nor a genius who can master all kinds of combat skills in one go, but as long as you persevere, you can continue on the road of martial arts!"

"As long as you practice, you will gain something!"

"Others can master the secret of a boxing fight a hundred times. If you can't do it yourself, just throw a thousand punches! Ten thousand punches!"

"For warriors, the biggest obstacle to limiting themselves is their mental energy!"

"Now, all the students in Class 27, come with me!"

Ma Zonglie, a rough and arrogant martial arts teacher, lifted up the clothes on his upper body and slammed his arms on the ground. His muscles bulged and surged like a big dragon:

"The first rock style, the raptor shakes the ground!"

More than sixty students from Class 17 of the second year of high school also slammed their arms on the ground. "Seventy-Two Moves of the Rock" is one of the compulsory martial arts in public high schools. Every student is already familiar with its moves and the movements are very familiar.

The unity caused the dust to fly under our feet.

"Panshi Jin's second style, stubborn rock hammer!"

Ten minutes later, Ma Zonglie led the students from Class 17 to complete a set of "Panshi Jin". As usual, after the warm-up, the students put on protective gear and gathered together in twos and threes to compete.

This course is called "Free Fighting" and requires students whose vitality index difference is less than 0.5 to challenge each other.

Of course, in this kind of fighting class, students generally do not use martial arts such as the Seventy-Two Styles of the Rock. The mandatory martial arts in federal public high schools highlight the word "stable". The exercise effect is good, and there is no way to go wrong in practice, but in actual combat

Ability...

The seventy-two movements of the Rock are also jokingly known as the "Kung Fu of turning into a stone and being beaten"!

Because of his "hand injury", Shen Bai specifically applied to the teacher to be exempted from this week's fighting class.

Students in twos and threes gathered together to compete. Shen Bai held his bandaged left hand and found a corner to sit down, looking at the classmates who were fighting.

Almost no one uses "Panshi Jin", and the variety of combat techniques is so dazzling that it's so beautiful to watch.

Under the blue sky, a handsome high school student with dark circles under his eyes sat alone on the steps.

What a good time to sleep.

Thirty minutes later, the bell rang for the end of get out of class. Shen Bai patted his butt and stood up, walking back to the classroom with Gu Yumang arm in arm.

When he arrived at the door, Shen Bai saw several students from other classes leaning against the wall.

"Chen Bai?" Those people greeted.

Shen Bai nodded and stood there.

"Come on, Shen Bai, let's go to a place with few people to chat."

When Gu Yumang heard this, he winked at Shen Bai. This was the door of Class 27, Senior High School. Shen Bai was very popular. If he was embarrassed here, these people might be thinking nonsense.

——Who among the high school students of this era has never had a group fight?

However, the high school student with dark circles shook his head, patted his friend's shoulder to reassure him, and followed them to a remote corner of the stairs.

"Shen Bai, someone asked us to embarrass you." The students from other classes said:

"Originally, we are all from the same school, and I don't want to embarrass you, but... they gave you too much."

Shen Bai was happy:

"so what?"

"So, don't come to school anymore. We will start suspending school tomorrow, and we won't embarrass you. Otherwise... your hand injury will always heal, and you will always have to take cross-class martial arts classes. We have a way to let you and a few of us When we were grouped together, then... hum!"

"I checked and found that your test score before graduation last semester was 4.60, which is pretty good. However, your family is in trouble and you have only learned a few popular combat skills. You are too weak. We can easily defeat you!"

The leading student shrugged:

"Starting from tomorrow, you won't come to school. We won't have to be punished after [accidentally hurting] you, and we can complete the tasks assigned outside." He leaned his head over and said softly:

"Just hide at home, Shen Bai. This is the kindness of the strong to the weak."

After they left, Shen Bai stood there for a while, looked at his left hand wrapped in a bandage, and walked back to the classroom.

Gu Yumang rushed to his side:

"Xiaobai, what's going on?"

"Those people had a crush on me, so they worked together to confess to me."

"...I can understand making up excuses to fool you, but don't insult my intelligence like that. I don't want to lose face?"

Shen Bai smiled and patted his shoulder:

"It's okay, I know what's going on."

Gu Yumang then returned to his seat. He knew that his friend had grown up in an orphanage and had experienced a lot of warmth and coldness in human relationships, so he would not be so fragile.

Shen Bai started to sit in a daze in his seat.

In this era, even students from public high schools have considerable fighting ability. In addition, they are all young and enthusiastic, so it is easy to be seriously injured or even disabled if they fight in private.

Among the six red lines for "expulsion from school" in the school rules of Lanhai City No. 6 High School, three are related to "private fighting."

However, those few people were very experienced and only planned to take action in public martial arts classes. As long as they were not fatally injured or disabled that could not be cured, the most they would receive was a "warning."

Solving personal vendettas in the name of martial arts classes is a bad tactic. In order to cultivate the new generation of bloody bravery, the Federation turned a blind eye to this.

Some students have their self-confidence destroyed and are no longer able to pursue the path of martial arts. There are also a small number of students who become more courageous as they fight and use fighting as a substitute for training.

But no matter what, everyone will have a "degree". After all, they are all students. It is difficult to have a blood feud or kill someone.

Shen Bai had no objection to this. This kind of thing was no stranger to him who grew up in an orphanage.

It's just that he doesn't like to be threatened.

And he knew the source of the trouble those students had.

"Teacher." Shen Bai suddenly raised his hand. This lesson was the class teacher's "Genealogy and Illustration of Mutated Beasts":

"Teacher, I have something to do. Can we talk outside?"

The head teacher nodded and walked to the corridor with him.

"Teacher, my hand suddenly hurts..." Shen Bai raised his left hand and said humbly:

"I want to go to the hospital and have a look."

"Okay, there is an infirmary in the school, you can go."

"Teacher, I want to go out. As you know, the medicines in our school's infirmary are too good and a bit expensive. You also know my situation..."

The head teacher looked at the clock and saw that it was four fifty. It would not be a waste to leave school early at this time, so he wrote a leave note to Shen Bai.

The high school student with dark circles took the leave note and trotted away from the school gate.
Chapter completed!