Chapter 144: Chapter 82: Being a Teacher for the First Time Is Pretty Good

“Oh.”

Zhao Rui casually agreed, then asked, “Where are you? I didn’t eat lunch.”

“Damn, what’s you not eating got to do with me?”

“I’m on Jin San Road, over by Huaren Mall. There are girls here.”

“Damn, for real?”

“You’ll know when you get here.”

Zhao Rui decisively hung up.

Ten minutes later, Yang Fan stylishly pulled up in his new car.

When he saw that Zhao Rui was the only one there, he knew instantly he’d been tricked.

“When school starts, I’m coming to your university, and you have to find a super hot Martial Arts Student to have dinner with me.”

After grumbling, Yang Fan slammed on the gas, taking Zhao Rui to find a place to fill their stomachs.

Around three in the afternoon, while he was playing arcade games at the mall, Zhao Rui received a class start notice from the Celestial Pride Martial Arts Hall.

There was a Martial Dao class at 6:30 PM, and it was starting today.

The students were all eleven- or twelve-year-old elementary schoolers.

Just as he got that notification, the Huasheng Club called, agreeing to his terms.

They would notify him in advance when to come to their Martial Arts Hall to teach.

With two jobs lined up all of a sudden, Zhao Rui felt like his life had become much fuller.

Zhao Rui hung out with Yang Fan until a little after five, then had him drop him off at the Celestial Pride Martial Arts Hall.

As soon as he entered the Martial Arts Hall, he was met with the sound of chirping and chattering.

It was a mix of children and their parents.

Boss Song was surrounded by a group of parents, holding up his hands and shouting, “The new teacher will be here any second! He’s an elite student from Dongqi University, I promise… Please, everyone, be patient.”

Hearing him shouting, Zhao Rui frowned. ’It feels like this guy is using me as a walking advertisement!’

“Ah, the new teacher is here! See, I wasn’t lying. Come, come, parents, please get registered.”

Seeing Zhao Rui, Boss Song’s round face bloomed into a brilliant smile. He hurried over and said, “Teacher Zhao, it’s a big group today. About thirty students in total, all at the foundational stage. It’s going to be a lot of work for you.”

Zhao Rui nodded.

He didn’t mind. The more people, the better. That way, he could gain more Advancement Points.

After some brief preparation, Zhao Rui went to the training area on the eastern side of the Martial Arts Hall.

Thirty-three children in assorted Martial Arts Uniforms were arranged in four rows, staring at him with bewildered expressions.

“Hello, students!”

Zhao Rui had never been a teacher before, so he just copied what he remembered from his own school days.

“Hello, Coach!”

Their young voices were surprisingly piercing, and hearing them was enough to lift one’s spirits.

It was just being gawked at by a crowd of parents that made him a bit uncomfortable.

Even though the parents were outside the training area behind a partition, their distant, focused gazes were just as potent.

“Tell me, what Martial Arts is everyone learning?”

“Teacher, I’m learning Grand Ancestor Long Fist!”

“I’m learning Eight Trigrams Palm!”

“I’m learning the Plum Blossom Falling Cherry Sword Technique.”

…

The dizzying variety of Martial Arts made Zhao Rui both excited and troubled.

’This looks like a total mishmash, doesn’t it?’

Normally, a Martial Arts Hall would have a fixed set of Martial Arts—usually not too many—to facilitate focused, specialized instruction.

These are all used for building a foundation.

But these kids in front of him seemed to be learning fifteen or sixteen different types of Martial Arts.

Zhao Rui turned to look at Boss Song, who was watching from the sidelines.

Boss Song quickly hopped over the partition, ran inside, and asked Zhao Rui if there was anything he needed.

His attitude was impeccable.

“Why are their Martial Arts foundations so chaotic? What are this Martial Arts Hall’s basic Cultivation Techniques?” Zhao Rui asked.

“Well, that’s a long story. Uh, how about you start the lesson first, and I’ll explain in detail after class?”

Boss Song said sheepishly, scratching his cheek.

“Fine.”

Zhao Rui didn’t really care anyway. It was just a temporary teaching gig.

“First, I’m going to see what everyone’s skill level is. Let’s start with the first person. Attack me with what you’ve learned. The rest of you, circulate your energy and meditate. Get ready,” Zhao Rui said, using his duties as a pretext for his own goals.

“Yes, Teacher!”

The first little guy respectfully cupped his fist in his palm, then executed a set of Grand Ancestor Long Fist and attacked Zhao Rui.

’Copyable Martial Art detected: Grand Ancestor Long Fist. Copy?’

’Copy!’

’Was there even a choice?’ While extending his right hand to block the little guy’s fist, Zhao Rui chose to copy.

The little guy’s fist technique was standard—he knew the basic routines and had even condensed some Inner Strength.

After the boy finished his set, Zhao Rui had him go to the side to regulate his breathing and then called on the second student.

Seeing how he handled the attacks with ease, his movements fluid and graceful, the spectating parents began to trust him a little more.

After testing twenty students in a row like this, Zhao Rui was surprised to discover a problem with his system.

Namely, a Martial Art could only be copied if the user had mastered it to over fifty percent proficiency.

Below that, it couldn’t be recognized.

In the past, he had only ever dealt with relatively mature Martial Artists, so he had never encountered this situation.

And thus had never noticed.

Zhao Rui was speechless. Among this group of kids, there were actually seven or eight who couldn’t even be called half-decent; at best, their training had just begun.

’Oh well, getting some is better than none.’

Zhao Rui’s mindset was very stable.

In the time that followed, Zhao Rui tested every student’s Martial Arts, finding a total of ten different ones that he could copy.

He then divided them into three groups based on their skill level: beginner, intermediate, and advanced.

The so-called “advanced” students were those whose strength had reached the point where they could advance to Level 1.

After separating them into three groups, Zhao Rui had Boss Song bring over the register and recorded each student’s placement one by one.

This way, he could be more targeted in his training next class.

With that taken care of, his first lesson was basically over.

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