CHAPTER 308: CHAPTER 134: MANIFESTING SACREDNESS EXTRAORDINARY SCHOOL_2

"I’ll teach you as well; you’re my students too. I won’t favor one over the other."

’Did President Zhang hear us talking quietly?’

"Thank you, President Zhang!"

"Thank you, Principal Zhang!"

...

At noon, Zhang Feng and Master Wang had their meal in the principal’s office.

This office belonged to Zhang Feng and was being used for the first time in over two years.

However, the staff cleaned it meticulously every day, not missing even the corners.

At this moment.

As Zhang Feng ate his covered rice, he wiped the table with his finger. It was truly clean, with only a tiny bit of dust unnoticeable to the human eye.

"Normally, the cleanliness in this room has reached a dust-free level, even cleaner than some medical rooms."

"Absolutely," Master Wang chuckled. "I come here to teach classes a few times every month.

Seeing the staff cleaning for you three times a day."

"No need anymore," Zhang Feng shook his head. "I don’t come often; instead of being busy, let them rest."

"That’s not going to work." Master Wang also shook his head. "They volunteer to take turns cleaning, considering it an honor to tidy your office."

"That’s a tough habit to break, never mind," Zhang Feng put down his chopsticks and looked at the student files on the table. "I really haven’t asked.

How are graduates from the extraordinary schools allocated?"

"The Martial Arts Department needs people," Master Wang replied. "The military and police sectors also need people, as do official martial arts centers.

Just among these groups, how many students can remain?

Of course, it largely depends on what the students want.

Even if they wish to find jobs themselves, there’s absolutely no issue.

But I lean more towards the school keeping some of the first graduating students as teaching assistants or new teachers.

It’s about realizing self-sufficiency first."

"Self-sufficiency?" Zhang Feng was amused by the phrase. "Can that describe people?"

"I couldn’t think of a better word," Master Wang candidly said. "The words may be crude, but the meaning is sound. As long as you understand my point."

"Yes, I really get it." Zhang Feng nodded. "So if everyone’s vying for them, there really aren’t enough to go around.

Future jostling and minor conflicts among departments won’t be avoidable, but they’re not a big deal either."

"Avoidance is certainly impossible." Master Wang sighed. "It’s like the medicinal resources of the cultivation bases, prioritized for the major center heads and instructors, as well as here.

Plus, these students are young; using your words, their constitution and martial arts skills are promising.

Generally, they’re at levels 1 or 2.

You tell me, with a batch of extraordinary martial artists who have resources, foundations, and youth.

Which department wouldn’t want them?

In my shoes, I’d also want to gather some people and cultivate them as our own.

After all, I’ve taught them, and there’s attachment.

Honestly, seeing these raw talents, I don’t want to let them go."

"Then the other departments likely share your sentiment." Zhang Feng stood up. "Forget it, let things be. Let’s get ready for the afternoon class."

"Should I skip it?" Master Wang remained seated. "I’m worried I can’t maintain seriousness. It’s better if I return to the province first and teach at our martial arts center."

"Alright then." Zhang Feng didn’t refuse. "Remember to practice visualization more when you get back, and engage with the main instructors."

"Okay." Master Wang left. "Let’s drink together someday."

...

Afternoon.

At two o’clock.

In the concrete playground outside the teaching building, the principal and teachers organized all the students to gather there.

Altogether, there were 4,500 people; youthful vigor was evident in every glance, with the oldest student being only 24.

The youngest students were 16 or 17, recruited for their good constitution.

As for students older than them, if their constitution was decent, they studied in martial arts departments across various places.

In any case, as long as you have a foundation, even if you’re not here, the officials won’t overlook you.

It’s essentially a different kind of military development.

At the moment.

As they assembled.

First-year students tried to stand as straight as possible, considering they’re just beginning their military training and some motions aren’t very standard.

Minor whispers among them were inevitable.

Second-year students stood upright with spirit, eyes forward.

Third-year students had a somewhat indescribable aura of strength, with strong physiques and steady breathing, bringing about a massive sense of pressure at a glance.

Their constitution generally ranged between 20 to 25, after consuming two full years of internal force medicine, their prowess was considerable.

Comparable to some ordinary special forces personnel.

No matter how robust they are, however, they were very curious, not knowing why the principal and teachers had gathered them here.

"Is it a drill?"

Someone in the second-year crowd spoke softly.

"I don’t know..."

"Strange... Normally at this time, we should be in classrooms sparring in groups."

"I was hoping to quickly open my meridians, given that I was lucky enough to resonate today, and wanted to seize the moment."

Lucky resonance, this term still exists, but within the extraordinary school, it’s understood as a minor epiphany.

Unlike other martial artists who barely comprehend it.

Nonetheless, at this moment, they all gazed forward curiously.

Because after being called here by the principal and teachers, they remained silent, simply waiting there in front.

Whir—

At this moment, sounds of helicopters came from the rear.

Before long, several reporters arrived from that side.

Among them, a middle-aged reporter carrying equipment alone was silently filming as if making a documentary.

"Is this to promote our school?"

"Is it to expand admissions?"

The students puzzled, not knowing what this was about.

Until half a minute later, when a figure slowly walked from the teaching building.