As Mu Xinyue left gratefully with the explanation booklet, a faint smile appeared on Guan Feidu’s face.
As a student of the third grade, he would graduate in half a year.
With his grades, he could pass the entrance examination, and enter one of the top three intermediate college in Cloudy Dream City.
However, when he looked back on his more than two years at the junior college, he thought everything had gone so well that it was a bit dull.
If he could win the favor of Mu Xinyue who was the college belle and play with her before graduation, he thought it would be the most perfect reward for him in the past three years.
The Third Provincial Junior College had three grades, 10 classes in each grade.
There were 40 students in each class, occasionally less than 40.
Each grade had a grade dean who was directly responsible to three executive principals.
Each class had a head teacher, who was directly responsible to the grade dean.
In form, it was not much different from the school on earth in Lin Beichen’s previous life.
But in essence, the relationship between the superior and the subordinate was clearer in this school. For example, the grade dean had great power and could directly decide the appointment and dismissal, treatment, evaluation and promotion of those head teachers.
There was a huge difference between what students learned here and what they learned on earth.
There were only five courses taught in the junior college in Cloudy Dream City, namely, the Mystery Energy Cultivation, Martial Arts Cultivation, Herbology and Potion, the Mystery Mark and the North Sea Empire’s Recent History.
This meant that each class had five teachers.
Of course, it was also common for a teacher to teach more than one subject.
For example, Ding Sanshi, an old teacher, was not only a veteran martial arts teacher, but also a Mystery Energy teacher with a profound theoretical foundation.
The morning sun always shone like gold.
In the classroom of Class Nine, grade two, Ding Sanshi stood on the stage and began to teach.
“Yesterday I explained the Primary Mystery Energy Condensing Skill. I wonder what you’ve learned of it?”
“In today’s Mystery Energy course, I want to talk about the Intermediate Mystery Energy Condensing Skill on the basis of the Primary Mystery Energy Condensing Skill.”
“This class is for students who have reached the second grade or above in cultivation base and have met a bottleneck in practicing the Mystery Energy in our class. It can help you break through bottlenecks in the shortest amount of time and try to regulate the state to the best before the Midyear Competition,” he said slowly.
On the face of it, the old teacher was no different from his usual self.
But in fact, he was filled with shock.
Because he had just seen from afar how Lin Beichen defeated Feng Lun.
The flash of the sword showed that Lin Beichen had been skillful at the Basic Close Triple Sword Strikes.
Any martial art, for beginners, would go through five levels—”crossing the threshold”, “reaching a higher level”, “having mastered”, “being skillful” and “reaching the consummation”.
Ding Sanshi was sure that it was the first time he taught the Basic Close Triple Sword Strikes in Class Nine yesterday.
So it was supposed to be Lin Beichen’s first time to learn the Triple Sword Strikes.
Had he been skillful at the skill in one night?
That was impossible.
The speed was unbelievable and astonishing.
Not even the most talented second grade students could have done it.
So how did Lin Beichen make it?
Had he practiced it before?
That seemed to be the only explanation.
After all, these Triple Sword Strikes were not a secret.
There were many students in the third grade who had also practiced it.
If Lin Beichen had learned these Triple Sword Strikes before and practiced them in silence, what he had performed would be understandable.
But that was not the point.
The point was that many students had practiced these Triple Sword Strikes, but they just gulped it down without thought.
They thought they had mastered it thoroughly and had achieved good results in actual combat, but in fact they did not really grasp the core essence of the Triple Sword Strikes.
As a result, over the past 15 years, Ding Sanshi had taught a lot of students the simple and practical Triple Sword Strikes, but no one had ever really played its power.
Not even the so-called gifted students made it.
However, Ding Sanshi had just seen that power when Lin Beichen, the black sheep, played it.
Was the black sheep a sword genius?
Ding Sanshi went on with his lesson, but in the dark he watched Lin Beichen carefully.
To his disappointment, however, Lin Beichen did not seem to have changed much from yesterday.
The only difference was that instead of looking down at his hands, the black sheep held them up in front of his eyes and stared between them. His pupils were clearly not focused on the stage.
Judging by his facial expressions and other gestures, Ding Sanshi could easily have concluded that the little brute was still not listening to him attentively.
He just changed his position and continued to daydream.
How could this be progress?
A useless man cannot be made good!
The old teacher foamed with rage.
The class lasted two hours in all.
In the first half hour, Ding Sanshi explained the principles, tricks, levels, tips, concerns, breakthrough psychology and techniques of the Intermediate Mystery Energy Condensing Skill.
For the rest of the hour and a half, he had the students on the spot to understand, cultivate and ask questions.
The classroom suddenly became quiet.
Lin Beichen also dropped his arms, which was badly sore from holding the phone.
For the previous half hour, he had been seriously holding up the phone, which was invisible to others, to shoot videos, recording the process of Ding Sanshi’s lecture on the Intermediate Mystery Energy Condensing Skill with his phone.
Now, he had finished recording.
The time for miracles had come.
Was his last night’s guess correct?
Now he could find out.
Lin Beichen held his breath and clicked on the App Store in the phone with 9% electricity left.
Then, with one glance, he was in ecstasy.
“Ahhhh!”
He threw back his head and laughed, “I was right.”
That was the standard villain’s sinister laugh.
The students around were taken aback by the scene.
What was going on?
Did he have a brain disease attack again?
And this time his condition seemed to be worse.
“Silence!” Ding Sanshi demanded angrily.
A lot of curious eyes were on Lin Beichen.
All the students in Class Nine saw what happened outside the classroom before class.
Lin Beichen’s performance certainly shocked everyone in the class.
Now many students wanted to know what had happened to the scum to make him so strong all of a sudden.