The next morning, in the exclusive Martial Arts Room for Class 1-3, the atmosphere of morning training was even more fervent than usual.
Yesterday's monthly exam had been a shot in the arm for every student.
Whether they were top performers or felt they were falling behind, everyone channeled that pressure into the sweat they were now shedding.
At seven o'clock sharp, on the lectern at the front of the Martial Arts Room, space distorted slightly, and the holographic projection of their homeroom teacher, Wu Shangfeng, appeared right on time.
He wore the same unchanging black training uniform as always, his face as stern and severe as if it were carved from rock.
The moment he appeared, all sound in the Martial Arts Room came to an abrupt halt.
All the students stopped what they were doing, quickly fell into formation, and fixed their gazes on the lectern in unison.
