novellhall Chapter 5 Battle Through the Heavens? Battle Through the Heavens!
Chapter 5 Battle Through the Heavens? Battle Through the Heavens!
It's different from the world I traveled to before.
Because everyone on Blue Star practices martial arts, everyone is energetic and spirited, just like the prestigious junior high school Fu Chen attended before.
They rarely show a dejected or downcast appearance.
But at Pui Choy Middle School…
Fu Chen sat in a corner of the classroom, scanning the room with a curious yet scrutinizing gaze. Only half of the fifty seats in the classroom were occupied.
Unlike other high schools.
The past two days have mainly been for new student registration at Pui Choi Secondary School. The official entrance ceremony will be held on September 3rd, so not everyone has arrived today.
Among the twenty-odd students who enrolled…
None of them were particularly energetic or spirited.
Forget about the students, the homeroom teacher is just as awful...
Before the students even entered the classroom, they could smell a damp, musty odor mixed with the smell of cowhide and foot odor.
The ensuing "clatter" sound, the dragging noise of walking on the somewhat old tiled floor, assaulted my ears.
Just then, the clouds that had been obscuring the dawn drifted away, and beams of light shone on the middle-aged man who entered, his smooth Mediterranean Sea, like a soft-boiled egg, spreading the morning light.
The typical look of a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties: a wrinkled polo shirt with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses hanging from the collar.
The large belly, typical of someone nine months pregnant, pushed the Versace belt around her waist up to less than two centimeters above her nipples.
Underneath the belt were cropped jeans, and her feet, clad in semi-transparent black breathable stockings, wore brown leather sandals.
"Ahem, quiet down!" The middle-aged homeroom teacher scratched his butt and put his index finger to his lips to shush.
The noisy Class 5 of Grade 11 gradually fell silent.
Fu Chen suddenly opened the window.
He felt as if someone was simultaneously violating his eyes, ears, and nose!
It seemed that only he reacted strongly. Yao Zhiai's disdainful gaze next to him seemed to mock her for never having seen a snake poop before. The other students didn't seem to care much about the middle-aged homeroom teacher's slovenly appearance.
Of course I don't feel anything.
Yao Zhi'ai was covered in brake marks and metal hardware, while the other students' clothing was also quite bizarre, ranging from tight-fitting Want Want clothes from their parents' generation to so-called visual kei...
There's a tight-fitting Amiri high-street style outfit, and a Fury fan wearing a raccoon ear headdress.
Fu Chen sat down as far as he could, but even in his normal short-sleeved shirt and trousers attire, he still looked somewhat out of place.
He was still observing the students' reactions. Most of them seemed a little uneasy, after all, it was not uncommon for students to be beaten up at Pei Choi Middle School.
They were afraid of doing something wrong and getting a few lashes.
Fortunately, after putting on his wire-rimmed glasses, the homeroom teacher glanced at the seating chart and then revealed a smile that wasn't quite as grotesque as Cthulhu's.
Fu Chen stared intently at the pair of gold-rimmed glasses. Although his martial arts realm and alchemy level were restricted by the system, his mind remained sharp.
He could tell that those narrow-rimmed gold-rimmed glasses were perhaps his attempt to break through his own limitations, and also a form of resistance against his physique, appearance, and age.
However, his act of trying to become the kind of refined scoundrel in movies and TV dramas by wearing gold-rimmed glasses, despite his large belly, is no different from putting a red wreath on a fat pig.
"Hello students! Welcome to Class 5, Grade 11! I am your homeroom teacher, Wang Aiguo. We will grow together for the next three years, and I hope we can live in peace and harmony!"
Wang Aiguo pulled out a script card, similar to those commonly used by TV hosts, from the folder.
Damn it, you can't even remember these few words? You have to write them down and read them aloud?
From Fu Chen's perspective, he could see Teacher Wang's folder, which didn't contain any books, but rather some supermarket discount flyers.
Wait, what the heck is Ayaka Kawakita's photobook?
Seemingly noticing his gaze, Wang Aiguo adjusted his glasses and slowly closed the folder.
"
You are the eleventh top class I've ever taught. I hope you will work hard, and please don't cause any trouble.
"What the hell? We're in the top class?"
If he's in the top class, then he's getting further and further away from being last in the entire grade!
Fu Chen was getting anxious; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he was scratching his head in frustration.
Yao Zhi'ai, standing beside him, not only disagreed but also looked disdainful: "What are you good for? How come you don't even know this?"
"How many top-performing classes are there in the entire grade?"
Yao Zhi'ai: "Ten."
Fu Chen: "I remember just checking, it seems there are only ten classes in the entire grade."
"Then you're not blind."
"Are they all top-performing classes?"
That's really too sharp.
After learning more, he realized that it contained profound wisdom.
Top students are probably the last shred of dignity left for underachievers and scum within the education system.
It's not hard to imagine what their parents would think if others asked them which school their child attended...
They mentioned Pui Choi Middle School, adding "the top classes there."
A simple "hmm" can give others the feeling that the child is still salvageable and not completely hopeless.
It must be said that Pui Choi Middle School has a strong sense of humanism in this regard.
at the same time.
A loud shout.
"Fuck you, what are you chattering about down there while I'm talking? Do you think I didn't hear you, like your father?"
A smooth piece of chalk was shot out by Wang Aiguo, hitting the student sitting in seat 25 hard on the forehead, instantly causing a large bump to swell up.
The man was somewhat annoyed, but he couldn't retaliate. He hadn't even reached the beginner level of martial arts, so he knew he couldn't beat Wang Aiguo. He had no choice but to swallow his anger.
"This is a major demerit. You'll get ten lashes in the office after we're dismissed. Who the hell ranked you 25th in the class? You'll be moved down in the next ranking update!"
Hehe, Fu Chen rubbed his hands like a fly.
But after waiting for a long time, Wang Aiguo still didn't acknowledge Fu Chen, who was also talking to Yao Zhi'ai.
"Why doesn't Teacher Wang hit us when we talk too?"
Yao Zhi'ai glared at him.
Yes, Wang Aiguo is afraid of my family's powerful and influential group company, so he doesn't dare to hit me. But why doesn't he hit you?
Yao Zhi'ai couldn't understand it either.
Wang Aiguo continued:
"As your homeroom teacher for the next three years in Class 5 of Grade 1, I must give a detailed self-introduction."
My martial arts realm is Tier 1, Level 9, and my alchemy level is Beginner Level 5!
Why didn't you say so sooner? This is incredibly valuable!
Fu Chen was shocked. He was already a third-level martial artist and a high-level alchemist. His former junior high school classmate, Tan Shiyun, who had decent talent, was already a first-level sixth-level martial artist and a beginner three-star alchemist before graduation.
So you really just produce and sell your own products?
Graduates of Pui Choi Secondary School become teachers there…
"Alright, I've said my piece. You'll be taking an individual assessment later. Before the assessment, the first person in each group, please distribute the textbooks."
Ok.
This is a good opportunity to take a look at what high school textbooks are like.
He froze the next second.
He looked at the stacks of books piled on the podium…
"Fight...fight through the Cangqiong?"