Full-Time Martial Saint

The oppressive atmosphere didn't last long, and Liu Bingran sighed helplessly.

"In that case, let me state my requirements as well."

"Two months later, in the year-end test, after deducting his academic scores, his total score of physical fitness plus martial arts skills was 1000. So I applied to the school leaders to let him stay in the martial arts academy."

"If you don't meet the requirements, just leave. All fees will not be refunded."

After saying that, Liu Bingran looked at Chen Cong and said, "Chen Cong, go and discuss this with your father."

Chen Cong nodded, bowed gratefully to Zhang Kui, and hurried out to find his father, Chen Changhe.

In the corridor, Chen Conggang opened the door and bumped into Chen Changhe, who was pressed against the door. Chen Changhe straightened up, coughed lightly, and smiled somewhat awkwardly: "Dad heard what Director Liu said."

Before Chen Cong could speak, he had already taken out a bank card from his pocket and handed it over with a smile.

"Go."

"Don't let Teacher Zhang's good intentions go to waste."

Overwhelmed with emotion at his father's unwavering trust, Chen clenched his fist, took the bank card, and nodded emphatically, "Dad, thank you!"

Chen Changhe was slightly taken aback, then laughed and scolded, "You brat, why are you being so polite with your old man? Hurry up and go, every minute and second of your time is precious."

……

Outside the Martial Arts Academy's Academic Affairs Office building, the father and son, along with Zhang Kui, walked out together.

"Mr. Chen, this is Chen Cong's dormitory key. Turn left after you go out, and it's the second building after you pass the fountain. Please take your luggage there. I'll take him to his classroom first and let him know what's going on with his homeroom teacher."

Zhang Kui handed a key to Chen Changhe and smiled faintly.

"Hey, hey!" Chen Changhe took the keys. "Teacher Zhang, please wait a moment. I need to say a few words to the child."

He put down his luggage, pulled Chen Cong to the back of the garden, and took out a bulging envelope from his pocket, stuffing it into Chen Cong's hand.

"Here's ten thousand yuan for living expenses. Use it freely. As for those nutritional meals, eat whatever you want. If you need more, just call Dad and he'll bring you more."

"When we get back, I'll ask your Uncle Zhao where Zhao Cheng buys his Qi and Blood tonics, and also where he goes to physiotherapy clinics and training grounds. I'll ask him all for you."

"By the way, thanks to Teacher Zhang today, please remember to buy her something and send it to her later. Don't forget to bring one for your former homeroom teacher, Teacher Wang, as well."

Chen Changhe, who is usually not good with words, was now acting somewhat like his wife Zhao Qian, patiently giving instructions on everything, big and small.

Chen Cong clutched the heavy envelope in his hand, his nose tingling slightly. He forced back tears and smiled, "Dad, don't worry about the Qi and Blood Medicine and the physiotherapy center. I know Xu Baiwei, her family does this kind of thing. I'll ask her for help later."

He knew his father's temperament; if this wasn't discussed beforehand, his father might just pay the money directly later.

Chen Changhe paused for a moment, then nodded and said, "Alright, then... go ahead, don't keep Teacher Zhang waiting. Dad will make your bed and then go back. Focus on your studies."

The father and son returned to Zhang Kui. Chen Changhe picked up the various bags and looked at Zhang Kui again: "Teacher Zhang, please take care of my child."

"Chen Cong, listen to Teacher Zhang and eat properly."

"Okay, Dad." Chen Cong nodded in response, watching the tall figure slowly disappear around the corner.

Looking at Chen Cong, whose eyes were filled with tears, Zhang Kui sighed softly and patted him on the shoulder, saying, "Work hard, and when you become a martial artist, you can repay their kindness in raising you."

Chen nodded gently.

On the way to the martial arts academy's teaching building, Zhang Kui spoke slowly: "There are a total of ten classes in the senior year of the school. You are a temporary transfer student, so you can forget about getting into the top class."

"From Class 2 to Class 10, you have three choices: Class 2, Class 4, and Class 9."

After a moment's thought, Chen Cong asked, "What's the difference between these three classes?"

Zhang Kui nodded: "The martial arts skills of high school martial arts students mainly focus on fist, palm and leg techniques, and minor in various weapons; in these three classes, Class 2 and Class 1 are the same, and I will be their martial arts skills teacher, and they will both learn Bajiquan; Class 4 focuses on Twelve-Road Spring Leg, and Class 9 learns Baguazhang."

Chen Cong suddenly realized that he had originally thought that all students in the martial arts academy learned the same things.

"Then I'll choose Class Two." After a moment's thought, he made his decision.

Logically speaking, with the ability to analyze martial arts techniques, his best choice would be Class 4 or Class 9; that way, he could easily comprehend another martial arts technique with the help of his cheat.

But from his casual conversation with Zhang Kui earlier, he learned a basic truth: martial arts skills are valued for their quality, not quantity; and the score for martial arts skills is not based on the number of skills one knows.

He is currently only a temporary transfer student. He needs to score 1000 points on the year-end test to be eligible to stay at the Martial Arts Academy and take the college entrance examination.

According to the scoring rules for the overall score of martial arts students, his current martial arts skill score is 578. This means that in the next two months, he not only needs to improve his martial arts skill score, but also needs to raise his overall physical fitness to level 3.5 or above.

And this is just the threshold for staying at the Martial Arts Academy.

If his goal is to get into a martial arts university, he needs to raise his overall physical fitness by 2.2 levels in the next nine months, which means he needs to improve by nearly 0.25 levels per month.

Time is short and the task is heavy.

Choosing Class Two is the best option after weighing the pros and cons.

Having already mastered Bajiquan to a certain extent, choosing Class Two would save a lot of time in honing martial arts skills; moreover, Zhang Kui is the martial arts instructor for Class Two, so becoming a student in Class Two would allow him to legitimately seek instruction from him, which is equivalent to having an extra free private tutor.

Besides, my childhood friend Zhao Cheng was in Class 2 of Senior Three, so I had an acquaintance to keep me company.

Zhang Kui nodded slightly, as if he had expected that Zhang Kui would choose Class 2 of the third year of high school.

"Okay, I'll take you to find Teacher Ma from Class Two now."

The two walked through the corridor in front of the teaching building and soon arrived at the door of Class 2, Grade 12.

"Merger cracks are divided into two types: ordered cracks and disordered cracks. The characteristic of ordered cracks is that they are associated with each other, that is, they only appear in certain specific areas and are often near existing merger cracks. They follow the characteristics of increasing strength and may merge with existing cracks."

"So what are the characteristics of the disordered rift? That's right, it appears randomly and its level is unknown..."

At this moment, Class 2 of Senior Three is having a history class, and the teacher is Ma Xinhua, the class's homeroom teacher.

Zhang Kui led Chen Cong to the door, peeked out slightly, knocked, and said softly with a smile, "Teacher Ma, please come out for a moment."

On the podium, Ma Xinhua, wearing black-rimmed glasses, with gray hair and looking like a little old man, put down his textbook and walked out of the classroom with a puzzled expression.

"Teacher Zhang, is something the matter?"

Zhang Kui nodded and pointed to Chen Cong beside him: "The transfer student arranged by the Academic Affairs Office, I brought him here with me."

"Teacher Ma, my name is Chen Cong." Chen Cong quickly bowed.

Ma Xinhua frowned slightly, about to take a closer look, when Zhang Kui pulled him aside and said mysteriously, "Old Ma, to tell you the truth, it's only because we're good friends that I brought this kid to your class."

"This is a rough gem! He's already reached the minor mastery level of Bajiquan!"

Upon hearing this, Ma Xinhua's eyes lit up, but he still asked with some doubt, "Really!?"

Zhang Kui's face hardened, and he glared at her, saying, "When have I ever cheated you?!"

"If you don't believe me, I'll deliver it to Old Li in Class Four right now!"

"Okay, okay, I believe you!" Ma Xinhua hurriedly grabbed Zhang Kui, who was about to leave. "I'll take this kid in. If it really turns out like you said, I'll treat you to drinks after the college entrance exam."

Zhang Kui nodded repeatedly, smiling as he patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, you're definitely treating this time!"

"Alright, I've left the person to you. I'm going to get back to work."

After seeing Zhang Kui off, Ma Xinhua came to Chen Cong and looked him up and down carefully. The more he looked, the more he felt like he had been deceived.

In his opinion, Chen Cong's thin, bony frame suggests that his overall physical fitness is probably only around level 3, which is at least one level lower than the normal martial arts students in the class. So how can he make himself look good?