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Chapter 3: Aze's high school grades were not ideal.
Chapter 3: Aze's high school grades were not ideal.
"This is an easy question."
In class, the math teacher pointed to the blackboard with chalk and asked, "Class, look at the numerator and denominator. Do they agree? Do they agree?"
The students: "Let's go!"
Outside of class, Bai Ze held his head high, appearing to be listening attentively, but his eyes were rather vacant.
My name is Bai Ze. I've transmigrated to a modern world where martial arts are prevalent, but I still have to take math classes.
Chinese, mathematics, medicine, and history are compulsory courses for martial arts students in Dongxia, in addition to martial arts classes.
I don't expect you to be a master of both literature and martial arts, but at least you won't go astray from practicing martial arts because you can't understand the manuals, and you won't die a ridiculous death by taking poison as a tonic.
Not everyone is like Brother Gou, who can master unparalleled martial arts even without being literate. Nor is everyone like Duan Yu, who can become immune to all poisons by consuming poisonous substances.
This is why Chinese language and medicine are both necessary subjects.
As for mathematics, many martial arts require mathematical calculations, such as those involving the Eight Trigrams. Even in the world of martial arts, mathematics still holds a place.
History may not offer any martial arts benefits, but for a nation, without a collective historical memory, it is difficult to gain widespread acceptance in the present. The existence of history itself is meaningful.
Aze's high school grades were not very good.
Most martial arts students have weaknesses in humanities subjects, and Bai Ze is no exception.
This is the Bai Ze of the past, and the Bai Ze of the present...
In his previous life, he had graduated for many years and had long since forgotten all his knowledge. He also fell seriously ill, making it even more impossible for him to study.
Therefore, Aze's high school grades are still not ideal.
Having finally made it through math class, Bai Ze couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief, feeling a sense of immense relief.
The next class is martial arts class. The martial arts teachers are all strong and healthy, unlike their colleagues in the other world (the physical education teacher) who are often sick and don't live up to their reputation.
Bai Ze got up and stretched his limbs before walking out of the classroom with his classmates.
Along the way, he saw a group of about twenty people heading towards the playground, but they eventually turned into a very large stadium.
"Are they watching the elite students from the top class again?"
Accompanied by a familiar voice, Luo Tao from the next class came over.
Martial arts classes are usually held by two classes combined, with boys and girls separated. The boys in each class are taught by a male teacher, while the girls are taught by a female teacher.
Although there is no "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" in this world, the story of Zhou Botong and Ying Gu did happen.
To prevent similar incidents from occurring, martial arts classes in Dongxia's junior and senior high schools are segregated by gender, with the restriction only lifted in university.
As for the elite class that Luo Tao mentioned, those are students who have cultivated internal energy, and they are no longer on the same level as ordinary students like them.
Martial arts training begins with body refinement, progressing from the outside in, and internal energy naturally arises.
People in this world live in an environment of vital energy for a long time, and their bodies unconsciously absorb it. Martial arts students strengthen their bodies by tempering them, which also allows the absorbed vital energy to grow stronger along with their bodies and be activated, transforming into internal energy.
Only then can one be considered to have truly entered the realm of martial arts.
Of course, there is more than one way to stimulate internal energy. If a highly skilled martial artist injects their own energy into their body, they can also stimulate their internal energy.
However, relying on others will also cause one's vital energy to become tainted by the nature of those individuals, making it not only difficult to control in the future but also hindering progress.
Therefore, apart from the self-generated internal energy, all other methods are considered unorthodox or heretical.
Those in the elite class are able to generate their own internal energy; in the eyes of ordinary students, they are the chosen ones.
"I'm not looking at them," Bai Ze shook his head and said, "I'm looking at my future path."
"I give this guy full marks."
Luo Tao gave a thumbs up, "Not a single point deducted, I'm not afraid you'll get arrogant."
He seemed to take Bai Ze's boastful words completely lightly, treating them as a joke.
To generate internal energy naturally, one either needs talent to practice diligently and achieve success, or one needs wealth to afford various tonics, private instructors at martial arts schools, and secret manuals for cultivation.
Fang Zhenyang, for example, came from a wealthy family and even went to a martial arts school to find a private instructor to learn a set of Tiger Style Fist, which enabled him to become the school bully.
Bai Ze was born in an orphanage and had no money, so he practiced general gymnastics.
When all students graduate from junior high school, they are considered to have reached the point where their bodies have fully matured and can have their physique tested for free. However, Bai Ze's physique test results were far from excellent.
How can someone become a prodigy if they have neither money nor talent?
Bai Ze understood Luo Tao's meaning, but he just smiled and didn't say anything.
If Bai Ze has the power of "words becoming law" but still doesn't dare to set long-term goals, then he should give up being a martial artist and prepare himself mentally for going into the martial arts world.
Seeing that Bai Ze remained silent, Luo Tao assumed that he had thought of the current situation, so he immediately changed the subject and said, "Be careful these next few days. Judging from Fang Zhenyang's attitude, he'll probably cause trouble again."
Seeing Fang Zhenyang at the bus stop this morning was probably not a coincidence. This guy is most likely squatting at the bus stop every day, just waiting for Bai Ze to come to school.
Bai Ze followed Luo Tao's gaze and immediately saw Fang Zhenyang's face.
He was staring at me with a cold smile, clearly looking like he hadn't paid enough for the medical bills yet.
"I understand," Bai Ze nodded.
The two groups exchanged glances from a distance, said nothing, and then went to the playground separately.
Fifteen minutes later, on the playground.
The boys from the two classes lined up in a square formation, and Yan Xinnian, the martial arts teacher dressed in sportswear, walked over with a young man.
"Students, today I've invited a genius to give you a lesson. Please welcome our outstanding alumnus, your senior, Zhong Jing, a student from Jiangnan Martial Arts University."
Yan Xinnian, who was already balding but still had a tall and straight figure, shouted: "Watch carefully and learn well. If any one of you can learn some real skills, you may be able to get into Wuhan University."
Everyone's eyes lit up as they stared at the young man.
"Jiangnan Martial Arts University, one of the twenty-four martial arts universities!" Someone gasped.
"I don't even need to get into one of the twenty-four martial arts universities, just let me attend one of the ordinary ones." Bai Ze heard the hopeful voice coming from not far away.
The students immediately started discussing it.
"Quiet!"
Yan Xinnian shouted loudly, startling everyone, then stepped aside and said, "Zhong Jing, you come here."
Zhong Jing was dressed in a black trench coat, with a dignified and distinguished appearance.
He walked forward with a graceful demeanor and a slight smile, saying, "I came here on short notice and didn't prepare much, so why don't I tell everyone about the Five Animal Frolics exercise?"
As he spoke, he took off his trench coat and handed it to Yan Xinnian, underneath which was a well-fitting black shirt.
"We in Dongxia popularize martial arts and also value civic education. The gymnastics we practice may not be the strongest, but it is definitely the most suitable for the general public."
"From 'Fledgling Eagle Takes Flight' in elementary school to 'Soaring Eagle Spreads Its Wings' in junior high school, and now to 'Five Animal Frolics,' all of these have been integrated and refined by martial arts masters, making them the most suitable martial arts for physical training. After twelve years of foundation building, even those with the worst physique have the opportunity to develop internal energy."
Although it was only "a chance" without specifying the extent of the chance, hearing these words from Zhong Jing, this genius senior, still inspired a sense of longing.
Afterwards, Zhong Jing began practicing the "Five Animal Frolics".
He spread his legs and slowly bent over.
"The Five Animal Frolics was created by a martial arts master who combined ancient health preservation techniques with modern martial arts methods. It consists of five movements: tiger, deer, bear, monkey, and bird. The first movement is the tiger crouching."
The tiger crouches on the ground, lacking the ferocity of a tiger, yet its power is fully displayed; its black shirt is slightly taut, revealing the contours of its muscles.
When it comes to the same "Five Animal Frolics," Zhong Jing is far superior to Yan Xinnian, who used to teach it.
"Tiger pounces on food."
Zhong Jing suddenly pounced out, as fierce as a tiger, even stirring up a gust of wind.
Its leaps and bounds are all powerful and fierce; though it has a human body, it displays the form and spirit of a tiger.
After rehearsing a tiger scene, Zhong Jing's demeanor changed again.
"Deer Long-Distance Running".
"Bear Shakes Fortune".
"Apes pick fruit."
"The crane flies."
The "Five Animal Frolics" were practiced one by one, with movements as smooth as flowing water, incredibly fluid, almost like art.
After the first round was finished, everyone applauded.
Although the exercise was performed too quickly and I didn't see it clearly, it at least made the students abandon their contempt and take this common exercise seriously.
"That was a rehearsal. Now I'll practice it again at a slower pace. Everyone, watch carefully."
Zhong Jing understood everyone's situation very well, and then slowed down and demonstrated again.
Even so, it is almost impossible to expect students to make progress overnight.
Apart from······
Bai Ze lowered his gaze slightly, the previous scene replaying in his mind, and he could even replay the memory frame by frame.
Before Zhong Jing's first rehearsal, Bai Ze whispered four words: "Photographic memory."
All the movements were clearly memorized, and then Bai Ze practiced them accordingly.
Even so, Bai Ze's training was still not very good. His predecessor had practiced gymnastics for so many years, so his foundation was not bad, but it was still impossible to see immediate results. Moreover, Bai Ze's memory had not yet synchronized with his body, and his "Five Animal Frolics" were quite rusty.
Brain: I understand.
Body: No, you don't know yet.
That's roughly the situation.
and so--
"A tiger crouches."
Bai Ze muttered the name of the move in a low voice, recalling Zhong Jing's movements in his mind, and his body automatically imitated them, crouching on the ground like a tiger.
Mouth: You've got it.
Body: I think I really do know how.
Fifthly: Once you open your mouth, the specific changes are determined by what you are thinking.
From unfamiliarity to proficiency, and then to fluent mastery, it only takes about three repetitions.
(End of this chapter)