In another world, Lu Mingfei is learning card making.

The layout of the fencing club at Shilan High School is different from other places:

Upon entering, the first thing you see isn't the wooden floor reminiscent of a Japanese dojo, but rather wooden shelves stacked all the way to the ceiling. Layer upon layer of shelves are gleaming gold trophies, each a testament to the club members' achievements—

Provincial, national, even international awards. Awards from within the city don't even qualify to be considered here.

"But, to put such a huge pile of stuff at the entrance, isn't it a bit... well, a way of putting on a show of force?" Lu Mingfei followed behind the red-robed monk, gently walking around the shelf. "It's a direct reminder to visitors that this place is different from other so-called clubs, and to put away your casual attitude..."

So who do you guys think you are?

Lu Mingfei was almost speechless—he recalled the red-robed monk's assessment that there was none of the high society he had imagined here.

Even in St. Marian, where the club, which prides itself on being an "elite gathering place" but is in reality the "Dragon's Claw" club, there isn't such an offensive setup.

The red-robed monk didn't say anything, but the instructor on the side turned his head and glanced at Lu Mingfei.

It was clear that he really didn't want to accept Lu Mingfei as a member, but since the principal was still there, he didn't say anything harsh like "If you don't like it, then get out."

"Um... Ms. Lu, although Chu Zihang is indeed the club president, there really isn't a precedent of students teaching other students in the club—especially since they're still middle school students." The instructor hesitated as she led them around the honor rack and deeper into the dojo. "After all, many of the students don't actually have experience teaching others themselves."

"Especially in sports like this, if you develop any bad habits, it might take a long time to correct them later, and it's even possible that..."

"It's nothing," the red-robed monk interrupted the teacher. "It's just a matter of time. It's rare for a child to show interest in learning, so of course I'll let him have his way—"

"Let him learn from whomever he wants. Even if he develops bad habits, he can just correct them."

The supervising teacher then realized that Lu Mingfei was indeed different from the students in his club.

Because of the prestigious reputation of Shilan Secondary School and the various awards won by its alumni, even though the students' parents are all wealthy and influential, they still hold the clubs in high esteem.

—After all, at this time, most of the wealthy parents were coal mine owners, and they would highly respect the opinions of professionals on matters related to their professions.

This is why the club has absolute authority, even with parents. They can dictate how long students should practice, and even if the students don't want to practice, the parents will force them to.

But this experience didn't work for Lu Mingfei—his parents were the school principals, holding higher official positions than them, and in terms of education…

The parents themselves said that he learns things entirely based on his interest; in other words, they just sent him here to play. Even if his movements are out of shape, it's not a problem. So of course, he can learn from whomever he wants.

"But Chu Zihang's family also has expectations of him." The supervising teacher wanted to make one last effort.

—If it were any ordinary student, being sent to accompany the crown prince in his studies would be acceptable. But Chu Zihang is different; he truly possesses talent!

If trained well, he might even win a national championship, adding another title to the trophy rack at the entrance.

"His parents sent him to our club hoping he would achieve good results. If these things drag down his training..."

"Chu Zihang? Lu Tianming's stepson?" The red-robed monk glanced at his instructor. "It's alright, I'll go talk to him—he'll probably understand."

What could the instructor say? He could only chuckle awkwardly and continue leading the way, taking them deeper into the kendo club.

The wooden floor, modeled after a Japanese dojo, is so shiny that it can almost reflect a person's face.

The club members, in twos and threes, were either sparring or chatting while holding their training swords, creating a vibrant and energetic atmosphere throughout the club.

However, there was no such laxity around the person in the very center.

Unlike his ronin swordsman attire on stage during the National Day celebrations, Chu Zihang was now dressed impeccably, his kendo robe and hakama perfectly in place. He placed his wooden sword on his lap, his eyes slightly closed, as if in meditation—he looked every bit the Japanese aristocrat from a samurai family.

Only then did Lu Mingfei have the opportunity to get close and observe his appearance.

Contrary to his appearance when he's wearing a kendo uniform, if you only look at his face, you would hardly mistake him for Japanese—because his features have so many qualities that only a Chinese person could cultivate.

In old terms, he has a full forehead and a square jaw; at first glance, only the word "handsome" can describe him.

"Chu Zihang." His instructor called out to him from three steps away. Only then did he slowly open his eyes and sway his body from sitting cross-legged to standing up—Lu Mingfei could see clearly that he did not use his hands to support himself during this process, but stood up entirely on his own waist strength.

"This is Lu Mingfei. You'll be training him from now on." The instructor sighed. "Well, you two can discuss the rest yourselves. I'm leaving now."

Chu Zihang nodded in acknowledgment, watched the teacher leave the small corner, and then turned his gaze to Lu Mingfei.

This wasn't the first time he'd met this person—in fact, Lu Mingfei was even more famous than he had imagined.

Even though the students' parents are often very powerful, and some may not even take Sze Lan Secondary School, a small private school, seriously, the position of principal still carries weight in the students' eyes. The sudden change of principal inevitably sparks a great deal of discussion.

Moreover, Lu Mingfei, who hadn't displayed any talent before (referring to military training), suddenly performed on stage during the National Day celebrations, sharing the stage with the famous piano prodigy Liu Miaomiao—and even performed quite well, at least not holding her back…

The students have already created many backstories for Lu Mingfei:

For example, he might be the heir to some reclusive conglomerate, having learned a great deal from his father in Hawaii, covering a wide range of topics, but ordinary campus life is too boring for him to show off.

It wasn't until the arrival of this new principal, under pressure from her authority, that Lu Mingfei was forced to reveal his talents, blah blah blah...

So when Chu Zihang saw Lu Mingfei, he was also curious. But before he could ask any questions, Lu Mingfei bombarded him with questions, leaving him unable to answer them all:

"Senior Chu, where did you learn your swordsmanship? Does that place still accept students? Are other students welcome to come? Also, where did you see that performance on stage, that story...?"