No. 39 Strange Teacher

  Huang Weilong and Wang Jian's duel took place in an empty room on the top floor of this old teaching building. The room was extremely dusty, and as soon as you stepped inside, a layer of dust would be stirred up with a "whooshing" sound. The windows had long since disappeared, leaving only two large holes covered in spider webs hanging on the wall, looking like a person with their eyeballs gouged out from afar. At night, it was indeed somewhat frightening.

  Huang Weilong is now full of confidence, taking off his outer clothes to reveal a physique that doesn't match his age, with bulging muscles shining with oil. Squatting opposite him, Wang Jian looks particularly weak, like a thin monkey, smoking and staring blankly at the ground.

  This kind of thing, Wang Jian actually didn't do less, he once had a crazy enthusiasm for fighting, it seemed that if he didn't find a few people to beat up every day, he would become limp like a drug addict who couldn't get his fix. However, as he got older, although his temper was still violent, compared to before, Wang Jian indeed became more rational and learned to use his brain more.

  So when a person who was once physically strong but mentally simple learns to think and then meets someone who is also physically strong but even more mentally simple after learning to think, the contrast becomes very obvious.

  "If you lose, remember to attend classes honestly."

  Huang Weilong snorted, he had never thought of losing this matter. Although he knew he wasn't very smart, but in his short life so far, when it came to fighting, he had never lost, and his old man had sent him to a famous martial arts temple in their hometown when he was six years old. At the age of 14, he won the national junior martial arts championship and became a sports special student at Langfeng Shengyuan because of this.

  It doesn't matter whether he attends classes or not, universities are easy-going anyway. But unfortunately, he ran into Wang Jian, a stubborn guy who insists on the principle of "not missing anyone", and forced Huang Weilong to come to school. Moreover, he even sent Ye Wen to Huang's home to report his misbehavior, which made this big guy furious at that time, vowing to beat him to death or scare him half to death today.

  But he didn't expect that as soon as he entered the door, he was given a warning by this short class teacher. Originally not thinking of fighting alone, he finally asked to fight with Wang Jian in a situation where he couldn't bear it anymore, and have a pure fight between men.

  "Don't waste any more time, looking at how useless you are, I'll let you go first. I won't bully you, if I can't take you down in thirty seconds, I lose."

  Wang Jian stood up, stretched his muscles and tendons, and hooked a finger at Huang Weilong, who had already been provoked into flushing red in the face. He also made a big thumbs down gesture of contempt.

  Huang Weilong was furious at that moment, let out a loud roar, raised his fist as big as a sand pot, and rushed towards Wang Jian's head.

  Mr. Wang suddenly seemed to have regained the feeling of being a master, without dodging or evading, he directly stretched out his palm and firmly caught Huang Weilong's heavy punch, keeping his entire body in that attacking posture suspended there. And Wang Jian didn't even flinch.

  As for Huang Weilong, he only felt his hand being suddenly pressed down by Wang Jian. Then, a force followed the direction of his fist and pulled it away. His powerful punch that could easily break someone's ribs was effortlessly neutralized, and not an ounce of strength could be mustered.

  Just as Huang Weilong was surprised and about to continue attacking, Wang Jian suddenly moved, calmly using his body to charge forward, keeping a distance of about one elbow from Huang Weilong, and said lightly: "Kid, learn."

  As soon as the words fell, Huang Weilong felt a suffocating pain in his chest, and his breathing suddenly became difficult. Then he felt himself flying backwards like a falling leaf.

  That's right, it flew backwards, a person-shaped Tyrannosaurus Rex with a weight of nearly 170 kilograms and a height of two meters, was blown away like fallen leaves in the wind, without even having time to react. The strength throughout his body didn't have time to be exerted, he could only watch as he got further and further away from Wang Jian, and finally fell to the ground with a dull thud, kicking up a room full of dust that looked like morning fog under the sunlight.

  Wang Jian seemed to have not given up on his plan, taking a big step forward and reaching Huang Weilong's side before he could even get up. He grabbed Huang's arm and pulled him upwards, making Huang feel dizzy for a moment before heavily hitting the ground. A man of over 300 pounds was thus slammed over Wang Jian's shoulder, and after landing, Wang still held onto his wrist, rendering Huang unable to exert any strength at all.

  "Three seconds." Wang Jian looked at the stopwatch in his other hand with contempt, borrowed from Xu Kezhi: "You big fool, this piece of junk is only worth three seconds."

  Huang Dalong was not reconciled, he stood up angrily, rolled up his sleeves and stared at Wang Jian fiercely: "You sneak attacked again, it doesn't count, come on!"

  Wang Jian lit a cigarette, leaned against the dirty wall, and gave Huang Weilong a disdainful smile: "You're an idiot, no matter what I do, you'll think it's a sneak attack. You've studied too, right? Hard qigong isn't used like that."

  After finishing speaking, Wang Jian walked to the side of Huang Weilong, with one hand forming a palm and transforming it into a knife, directly and fiercely chopping at Huang Weilong's waist. At first, Huang Weilong didn't react, but gradually he felt an intense pain spreading from inside out, this painful feeling surpassed any previous injury, a strange sensation of sourness, swelling, and stabbing mixed together.

  "Ow..." The giant covered the spot where Wang Jian had struck him, slowly kneeling to the ground. His eyes involuntarily welled up with tears due to the aching pain.

  Wang Jian chuckled and said: "You're so stupid, you probably won't make it in school. But if you're willing to come to class, I'll teach you."

  The pain came like a landslide, but also went away like the ebb tide. Huang Weilong quickly recovered from the brief pain and stood about two meters away from Wang Jian with his head down, his eyes dazed.

  "Was that Taizu Changquan you used just now?" Wang Jian sat on the door frame, proudly flicking his cigarette ash: "That broken thing of yours, throw it away from now on. The truly practical stuff doesn't have a name. Wing Chun, Changquan, Praying Mantis, and Hung Fist all have their advantages and disadvantages. If you want to be able to fight, you need to mix them all together and come up with your own style. Take Bruce Lee for example, you still have a long way to go."

  Huang Weilong looked very disheartened, after being beaten by Wang Jian, he sat on the ground with a thud, and pounded the ground fiercely several times, looking extremely unwilling to accept defeat.

  "I'll go attend class, if you come to your senses, you should go too." Wang Jian said indifferently: "Otherwise, this waste of a person will be beyond salvation."

  After finishing speaking, Wang Jian threw away the cigarette butt and slowly walked back to his own classroom. Then, with a neat and clean appearance, he stood back on the podium, facing the curious and inquiring eyes of all the students in the class.

  "So quiet?" Wang Jian looked around at Dawei and Tianran: "I'm not used to it."

  "I thought it was going to collapse." Dawei laughed and said: "Everyone is waiting for the outcome of the battle."

  "I didn't hit him, I persuaded him."

  Just then, Huang Weilong, covered in dirt and dust, walked slowly into the room from the doorway with a gloomy face, his head bowed low, and remained silent.

  Looking at this scene, as long as you're not stupid, you'd know who won the one-on-one match between the teacher and student earlier. After all, one of them is spotless, without even a wrinkle, while the other is dirty like they just fell into a cesspit, with an awful complexion to boot.

  Suddenly, someone led the applause, and the atmosphere of the whole class instantly exploded. The thunderous cheers and applause were heard even in the new teaching building more than 100 meters away, not only making the students in those dull classes look out frequently, but also Principal Zhang pulled open the curtains to see what was going on.

  Wang Jian stretched out his hand and pressed down slightly: "Be quieter."

  Although the people present in the class still dislike Wang Jian to some extent, after all, Wang Jian is now a hero who has defeated the evil tyrant. 16- and 17-year-old boys and girls have no choice but to worship heroes, so his words are very useful at this moment, and the class quickly calmed down.

  "You're quite impressive." Dawei whispered into Wang Jian's ear: "It's the first time I've seen someone who can tame this group of monkeys."

  Wang Jian coughed and pointed at Dawei, saying to those students: "He said you are monkeys."

  Dawei's face turned green at that moment, and the students simultaneously let out a loud hiss towards Dawei, starting to despise him. This scene directly made Tianran Er, who had been angry all along, laugh, while Kai Zi Xu, who was standing beside Tianran Er, looked like a fool, staring blankly at Tianran Er's smiling face, even forgetting the environment she was in.

  The students' eyes were wide with excitement, and Zhao Feng, who was about to perform a crosstalk, suddenly shouted: "Class leader, Little White Face is peeking at our school flower teacher!"

  Wang Jian turned his head with the trend, just in time to see Kai Zi Xu's silly behavior, he helplessly sighed: "A gentle and virtuous girl, normal."

  "But." Wang Jian's tone suddenly changed: "Teacher Wang, I hope you and Teacher Kai won't bring personal feelings into your teaching work."

  "Is Xu..." Kai Zi Xu was also somewhat embarrassed by Wang Jian's teasing: "My surname is not Kai..."

  But the natural second glance at Wang Jian with a flirtatious eye, however, also consciously stood on the other side of the teacher, far from Kai Zi Xu.

  "Today's class assignment and language homework are the same. Boys, each of you will write a love letter to our school flower teacher. Girls can choose one from Dawei, me, Kai... or Xu teacher, also a love letter, all signed with your names. Those who don't hand in their assignments will be punished severely."

  "My surname is Xiao. Xiao!" Dawei whispered in Wang Jian's ear, complaining: "Can't you call me something other than Dawei?"

  Wang Jian nodded and pointed at Dawei, saying to the students: "Teacher Dawei said he doesn't mind male students writing love letters to him."

  Dawei's face this time was not just green, but completely blue, and the students in the class suddenly started making a fuss.

  "Time for class to be over now." Wang Jian stretched and said with a lazy waist: "I still have two language classes this afternoon, you guys are dead again."

  Not long after class was over, in the office of the teaching building, the director of teaching affairs slammed his pen on the table after listening to Kezi Xu's account:

  "What! A duel? Writing a love letter? I've already given him a chance, he's asking for trouble!"

  Comrades, I'm not feeling too well today, so let's update a little less, and I'll make up for it tomorrow. Everyone still collects, clicks, and votes, right? Continue voting for me, okay? I saw the comments in the book review area. Many are about the chair and Huang Weilong.

  I think I should respond, otherwise it would seem insincere.

  The chair, I truly know it's a real thing. However, that's not the material price, but the value of craftsmanship and historical value, because it's a one-of-a-kind item, its value is priceless.

  As for Huang Weilong, 350 jin is actually 170 kilograms. Many people can lift this weight, and those who are particularly strong can throw it the distance of a three-story building, which is not difficult. Although I'm exaggerating a bit, when I was in college, there was an older student from Inner Mongolia who could throw 300 jin (150 kg) six or seven meters.