4 School

Fang Shuping yawned as she cooked soy milk and fried dough sticks for Chu Lingjun early in the morning. She also fried two eggs.

Chu Yue did not sleep well last night.

Chu Lingjun could sleep until daylight, but his mother needed to get up a few times to help Chu Yue.

After staying up late for so many years, her mother's face was sallow, her eyes were swollen and dark, and her immunity weak.

Fang Shuping sat at the dining table with a haggard face. She stared blankly at Chu Lingjun as he ate. Her mouth moved, wanting to say something but she didn't dare to. She hesitated.

In the end, she did not say anything.

Having an autistic child in the family was a huge burden and an invisible shackle.

As a member of the family, this burden and shackles would one day be transferred to Chu Lingjun.

Before Chu Lingjun committed suicide, his parents were very strict with him. They hoped that he would grow up quickly and be sensible so that he could help share the burden of the family.

They could still take care of Chu Yue now, but once they get old, who else would take care of her?

They knew that this was very unfair to Chu Lingjun. Why should a burden suddenly appear out of nowhere in his perfectly good life?

Why should Chu Lingjun carry such a heavy load he didn't ask for?

However, once his parents leave, Chu Lingjun would become Chu Yue's only family.

With such a strong anticipation and a strong sense of guilt, their expectations for their children to become successful became even stronger.

It was only a few days ago that the heavy expectations for him shattered. After hearing the bad news, they suddenly figured out something else just as important — Chu Lingjun was also only just a child.

After clearing the table, Chu Lingjun carried his bag and left.

Fang Shuping followed him out of instinct.

He opened the door, but Chu Lingjun didn't leave the house immediately. Instead, he suddenly turned around and gently hugged his mother. He smiled gently and said, "I'm leaving for school. I'll perform well today."

Fang Shuping froze!

By the time she reacted, Chu Lingjun had already left.

She stood behind the door in a daze. Suddenly, something blurred her vision.

…

Quicksand High School.

Grade One— Class Four.

When Chu Lingjun walked into the classroom, there were already many students filling the space.

People were chattering excitedly and longingly. Their words were filled with yearning for the future.

There were also some people whose faces were slightly pale, filled with apprehension about their future fate.

Chu Lingjun found a random seat and sat down. Looking at the young faces around him, he found it interesting that they used a different slang and expression compared to him.

He was going to high school again.

"Oof, I saw Ding Peng just now. I heard that his father is a Rank Three martial artist. He has been cultivating martial arts since he was young!"

"No way, then our class monitor must be him!"

"Yeah, yeah. I heard that Ding Peng is very famous in our school. When he was outside school, he single-handedly defeated two hooligans and became famous overnight…"

All the latest gossip was being thrown around. 

Ding Peng, who was sitting at the front row, could not help but raise his head slightly when he heard the discussions around him.

Although he tried his best to pretend that he didn't care, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly.

"Chen Zhiqi, Chen Zhiqi is also here!"

"Wow, we must be lucky. Chen Zhiqi's mother is a sword master in Quicksand Town. She has been learning the way of the sword since she was young and even won first place in the sword competition last year!"

"She's so beautiful, her family is rich, and her swordsmanship is to die for. She's a fair, rich, and beautiful woman!"

"It seems that the position of class monitor is in high demand. I wonder if it will be Ding Peng or Chen Zhiqi..."

Chu Lingjun had heard about him.

Not far from him, a boy sitting in the last row was discussing something with his classmates. His right index finger was pointing at him, saying that he was the brother of a fool.

Chu Lingjun turned to look at him.

When this person saw Chu Lingjun turn around, he did not hold back on his expression. Instead, he raised his head proudly and danced with his hands and feet. He spoke even more loudly and enthusiastically.

The surrounding people burst into laughter.

Chu Lingjun narrowed his eyes. He had some impression of this person. That bully was his junior high school classmate.

At this moment, the school bell rang. A man carried a suitcase and walked into the classroom.

He was tall and had a buzz cut. He wore loose training pants and a short-sleeved T-shirt.

His upper limbs were exposed, and his muscles were bulging from his attire. The sense of power and deterrence that came from him immediately made the whole class quiet down.

The man walked up to the podium step by step. His body carried a ferocious aura that made all the students present shudder and not dare to act rashly.

He slowly looked around the classroom and picked up a chalk to write a name on the blackboard behind him — Shen Yanhu.

"My name is Shen Yanhu. From today onwards, I will be your homeroom teacher. Since it's the first day of school, let's have a test."

Shen Yanhu opened the suitcase beside him and took out two items.

On the left was a machine that looked like a blood pressure monitor, and on the right was a gray stone with a golden rim around it.

Chu Lingjun knew that the one on the left was a vitality testing machine used to test vitality values.

A martial artist's vitality was their foundation after all!

Before the age of 16, the most important thing to do was to increase the child's vitality and strengthen their physique.

The higher the vitality, the easier it was to cultivate martial arts.

Chu Lingjun didn't know what the stone on the right was, but the students around him gave him an answer.

"The one on the right is a superstone. It will react when it encounters someone with a superpower."

"Everyone can cultivate martial arts, but awakening superpowers depends on fate!"

"How I wish the heavens would take pity on me and allow me to awaken a superpower for the sake of my handsome looks!"

"Go, go, go. With your looks, you're lucky enough that the heavens didn't punish you!"

"Brat, you're looking for a beating!"

"Silence!"

Shen Yanhu's low shout was like a thunderclap. His voice made everyone's ears hurt!

All the students immediately went silent. They sat upright like meerkats and looked at their homeroom teacher in horror.

If he shouted at them from such a close distance, their ears would probably pop!

"I'm going to start from the first person in the first row here, everyone will take turns to come up for the test.

"Put your arm into this arm tube and you can test your vitality value. The margin of error will probably be around one or two points.

"The superstone is a little more troublesome. You need to prick your fingertips and squeeze a drop of blood on them.

"Line up, now!"