All the students’ eyes were wide open.
’Zhang... Grandmaster Zhang!’
’Pioneer! It’s the pioneer!’
"Inhale... Exhale..."
Within the formations of first, second, and third graders, there were heavy and suppressed breaths of excitement.
If it weren’t for the strict school rules, they would really want to shout out loud at this moment!
Zhang Feng, seeing all the students looking at him with admiration, smiled and gestured as he approached, "Students, at ease."
Everyone in the second and third grades acted in unison, but the first graders’ movements were somewhat irregular.
Their instructors and officers frowned straight away, feeling embarrassed. If President Zhang wasn’t there, they would have shouted ’Fifty push-ups.’
"Very good." Zhang Feng was quite accommodating to these new students and sat cross-legged on the concrete ground first,
"Students, please sit down."
After Zhang Feng finished speaking, everyone was stunned for a few seconds, not expecting the pioneer to tell them to sit.
But shortly after, they reacted and sat down, albeit a bit chaotically.
This scene made the principal and several directors quite anxious, silently thinking they might be stepping down soon.
"Martial arts, it’s not a matter of a day or two." Zhang Feng, however, didn’t care what others thought and looked at the pairs of admiring eyes in front of him,
"I see that some of you have trembling legs, and those who tremble aren’t the freshmen but rather the seniors from the third and second grades.
It’s apparent that you practice day in and day out.
But on my way here, I saw your schedule.
Normally, following the schedule, you wouldn’t end up .
It’s evident you’ve been practicing secretly, practicing hard; to the students who have worked hard, thank you."
As Zhang Feng spoke, those who had been training diligently felt very pleased, thinking their efforts were finally recognized by someone else.
Especially since this someone was the pioneer!
They felt even more excited!
However, Zhang Feng soon changed his tone,
"Let me say this here.
If you’re tired from practicing, or if it’s the usual course you have.
You can report to your teacher, if you need a break, take one, no need to persist in class.
Because it will harm your vitality, and vitality is the foundation of cultivation.
If you’re not tired, then practice as you should.
Only by balancing work and rest can you practice true martial arts.
But if you’re not tired, yet want to slack off, want to report, still hoping to learn real martial arts? Then even the gods can’t help you."
"Haha..." The students burst into laughter, and with that laugh, the whole spirit relaxed.
Even the accompanying reporters, as well as the principal and others who were sitting uneasily, were infected by the relaxed atmosphere, with less tension in their minds.
They also realized that President Zhang was indeed excellent in teaching, with just a few words, he managed to set the whole teaching atmosphere.
"Today, to be honest, I don’t know what to teach." Zhang Feng didn’t pay them any mind as he later continued to the students:
"Today, I mainly came to see you, to see our future mainstays, whether you are suffering in school or being bullied.
Upon seeing, you’re doing well, except for the first graders who just arrived, the second and third graders, each one is well-built."
"Yes! Principal Zhang! We eat very well!"
"Principal Zhang! We have been practicing hard, striving to repay our country!"
"Principal Zhang! Will you still come to see us occasionally like today in the future?"
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Even before Zhang Feng left, they were already asking when he would return next.
The principal and teachers, hearing all this, felt that the students were quite adorable and that their efforts over the past two years were all worth it, at least they didn’t raise a bunch of ungrateful ones making random complaints about them.
That was the greatest consolation.
After all, the principal and others are very strict in teaching, fearing they might be too pressing and cause some students to misunderstand that they are deliberately targeting them.
This is very difficult to clarify.
"Today I am the principal, as well as your substitute teacher." Seeing the voices of the crowd growing louder and louder, Zhang Feng appropriately gestured, and his voice, like the Lion King’s Roar, magically overshadowed all other sounds,
"Which martial art do the students want me to teach?"
’Is this the sound skill from martial arts novels?’ The students, hearing such a penetrating voice, immediately had hundreds raising their hands.
"Third grade, seventh row from the left, third column." Zhang Feng pointed to a young man in his early twenties, "You."
’The pioneer saw me...’ He stood up excitedly but was too nervous to speak.
This scene made his classmates anxious, constantly giving him eye signals.
Finally, after taking several deep breaths, he stuttered a bit: "Prin... Principal... just now... the sound..."
"That isn’t a cultivation technique." Zhang Feng laughed and said, "It’s a way of using inner strength.
Inner strength is the energy generated from the resonance of internal organs."
Zhang Feng spoke, noticing that they were all listening attentively, including the reporters and the principal and teachers, who were all calmly gazing, so he elaborated,
"The resonance of internal organs is a bit more challenging than the meridians."
Zhang Feng continued explaining,
"But the original source is all visualization.
Visualization is the beginning of all extraordinary martial arts.
However, there are exceptions, which is the yielding force.
Yielding force doesn’t require visualization, yet it’s equally incredible.
Moreover, by means of yielding force, one can deduce the usage of inner strength."
Zhang Feng said this and picked up a leaf from the ground, "Because they are both a type of internal energy.
All are methods of using energy.
It’s like me grabbing a pigeon over a year ago, that was energy."
Upon saying this, Zhang Feng opened his palm, and the leaf spun continuously an inch above his hand.