CHAPTER 33: CHAPTER 27: YOU ARE NOT WORTHY

After lunch, Teacher Ding’s class was in the afternoon.

The atmosphere in the classroom was very tense, everyone knew that Teacher Ding was going to be in trouble, and Gong Ling’s eyes were red.

"Everyone has their difficulties, let’s not blame Wang Lu Feng, it’s fate that we are classmates.

"Let’s continue with the class!"

Ding Beitu was the same as usual, wearing a blue cotton-linen shirt with rolled-up sleeves, looking very clean and capable.

Su Yue looked at the tense atmosphere in the class and decided to tell everyone about his strength.

But as luck would have it, his detector happened to be out of power. Having used it once on Wang Lu Feng in the morning, it already warned of low battery.

Since it’s an older model, replacing the battery requires going to a specialized service center and takes two working days.

As for Class 3, only Gong Ling had a detector, but she didn’t like how it looked and wouldn’t carry it with her.

Su Yue wanted to prove himself, but without evidence, words were useless.

Never mind.

In four days, it’s the final exam, and I’ll give Teacher Ding a surprise then.

As usual, Teacher Ding started teaching the class.

Today’s lesson was about the muscles and tendons of the human body. Knowing your body helps avoid injury during training.

Everyone listened intently.

Knock knock!

Suddenly, a knock on the door interrupted Teacher Ding’s lecture.

Without waiting for Teacher Ding to speak, the classroom door was already opened.

A young man entered.

He was wearing a Third-Grade Martial Artist badge, with his head held high.

"Are you Teacher Ding Beitu?

"I am Liu Dachen, the new teacher today, a graduate of Qingwu.

"I’m sorry to interrupt your lecture. The Political Education Office has decided that from now on, I’ll be replacing you as the head teacher of Class 3.

"The Political Education Office thinks the library is quiet, and you can rest there for a few days."

Liu Dachen said with a heavy heart.

He really didn’t want to bully an old man, but his career was important.

This action probably offended every teacher in the school.

Yet he had no choice but to be the bad guy.

On the way, Liu Dachen had thought about the principal’s intention.

For this assessment, Ding Beitu was either last or second to last.

The principal drove Ding Beitu to the library in advance to ingratiate with the Education Bureau leaders.

Some principals were against this reform, even giving a lot of advice to the Education Bureau.

But the principal of Secondary School No. 2 showed loyalty by abandoning Ding Beitu early, demonstrating their expertise.

Indeed, the workplace was deep waters.

"No, it’s not even the end of the term. Why should Teacher Ding go to the library?"

Gong Ling suddenly stood up, she was the first one to disagree.

This was plain bullying.

Su Yue also licked his dry lips, thinking the school was too quick to discard someone after using them.

"Classmates, quiet down!"

Ding Beitu, just like any other day, waved his hand to signal Gong Ling to sit down.

"I’m sorry, Teacher Ding, but this is a decision from the Political Education Office."

Liu Dachen reiterated.

"I will follow the school’s arrangements, I’ve indeed been tired for a year, it’s good to have some peace in the library."

Ding Beitu smiled calmly.

"Classmates, this is the last class I’m teaching you.

"Whether it’s in martial arts or liberal arts, I wish you all a bright future.

"Remember, don’t be arrogant in martial arts, don’t be discouraged in liberal arts, everyone has their path of struggle, and you can live a wonderful life in liberal arts.

"Goodbye, classmates."

Ding Beitu packed up his teaching materials and bowed to everyone, continuing to smile.

"I’ll trouble you to take care of them for the remaining four days."

Ding Beitu nodded to Liu Dachen as a courtesy, then left calmly.

There was no expression of heartbreak, he walked as calmly as he would after any class.

Su Yue frowned.

He clearly saw the reluctance in Ding Beitu’s eyes.

The Political Education Office was being too unreasonable.

"Teacher Ding, just wait.

"In four days, I’ll definitely push my Qi Blood to 16 cards, I want you to be rated in the top ten, and make the Political Education Office regret bullying you!"

Through the window, Su Yue saw Ding Beitu walking out of the teaching building alone, and at that moment, he had an unprecedented urge to train.

He immediately went to train.

Gong Ling stood up, tears falling uncontrollably, but she didn’t know what she could do.

Other students in the class were also sobbing quietly.

Class 3 was the top in liberal arts. With mostly liberal arts students, this assessment was based on martial arts scores, leaving them all powerless.

"What’s your name?"

Liu Dachen looked at Gong Ling and asked calmly.

This move by the principal directly put him on the opposing side of the school.

Not to mention the teachers, even these students probably hated him.

Indeed, the society was more complicated than school.

"Gong Ling."

Gong Ling, with her eyes red, seemed to want to glare Liu Dachen to death.

"Oh, you’re the class leader of Class 3, with Qi Blood of 11 cards, right?"

Liu Dachen looked at the roster.

"Very average performance.

"Sit down, stop glaring at me. There are still four days until the finals; if you can push to 16 cards, not only will Ding Beitu be fine, but he’ll also be commended.

"If you can do it, I’ll be happy for you, but if you can’t, then accept the school’s arrangement."

Liu Dachen chuckled coldly.

"The same goes for all of you; if you think it’s unfair, then show it with your strength.

"Crying and sniveling isn’t the style of a Martial Artist."

Liu Dachen found a stool and sat down.

No wonder Ding Beitu could only get this far, with the strongest in the class having a Qi Blood of 11 cards.

What a joke.

"It’s unfair, I think the school is unfair.

"In this world, apart from martial arts, do ordinary people have no dignity or rights?

"We choose to lead a quiet life; is that wrong? Why treat Teacher Ding like this, why not assess based on liberal arts scores?"

The class monitor couldn’t help it, stood up, and questioned defiantly.

Her words expressed the feelings of all the students.

Why don’t liberal arts scores count?

"That’s a good question.

"Actually, when I was a kid, my dream was to be a painter, to travel, sketch the scenery, find a picturesque village, raise a golden retriever, and live out my days leisurely.

"Compared to martial arts, such a life is like heaven, don’t you think?"

Liu Dachen looked at everyone.

No one spoke.

Even Su Yue felt that such a life was poetic and picturesque, like the life of an Immortal.

"But why?

"Martial arts are hard, tiring, can make you bankrupt, and can even kill.

"Why should martial artists be so foolish?

"You know how to enjoy comfort, ordinariness, and peace, you’re smart; you understand tranquility.

"But why? Comfort is yours, wealth is yours, laziness is yours, peace is yours,

"On a leisurely afternoon, you brew a cup of tea, laugh and chat with your friends, talk about which young actor is handsome, discuss which drama is exciting."

"If the whole world were like this, who would protect the country, and who would bear the burden of progress?

"When you’re chatting at leisure, those who work tirelessly, those missing limbs, and those training until they vomit blood need fairness too."

Liu Dachen stood up, smirking contemptuously:

"Classmates, don’t be too double-standard in life.

"We all have one head and two arms, in this era without innate disabilities, you could all become martial artists in a year.

"But you chose comfort, ease, and laziness, so don’t expect dignity and fairness.

"To put it bluntly... you aren’t qualified to have fairness."

Liu Dachen’s words made the classroom temperature drop suddenly, and all the students gritted their teeth.

They wanted to argue but didn’t know what to say.

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