"Lu Sheng, why've you lost so much weight..."
In the locker room, Lu Sheng and Liu Qiming were changing into their martial arts uniforms for the combat class.
With his jacket and pants removed, Lu Sheng revealed a body like that of a leopard—defined, sleek muscles with clear lines.
He only appeared slightly thinner, a side effect of his Vitality Index skyrocketing faster than his body could replenish nutrients.
"My hair needs a cut too..."
Lu Sheng looked into the mirror at the face that was both familiar and unfamiliar.
Lean, handsome, with deep, jet-black eyes that occasionally flashed with a knife-like sharpness.
Even just standing there calmly, he exuded an aura that made people feel an inexplicable sense of pressure—
the same instinctive fear one might feel when encountering a wild tiger or leopard in the wilderness.
It was the combined effect of his rising Vitality Index and the absorption of massive amounts of dreamscape memories.
Even Lu Sheng himself hadn't realized it until now.
"I've grown taller too..."
Putting on his martial arts uniform, Lu Sheng noticed the sleeves and pant legs were clearly shorter.
He silently took note of it—he'd gone from 175 cm to nearly 180 cm in this short period of training.
What was once a perfectly fitted uniform now felt tight and undersized.
Once changed, Lu Sheng and Liu Qiming walked together into the Martial Hall.
The hall was massive, segmented into sections padded with soft mats—each a practical training zone for combat classes.
Their class wasn't the only one here at this time. Lu Sheng and Liu Qiming quickly found their group and joined them.
Everyone was seated in a circle around the mat.
In the center stood a burly, middle-aged man with muscles so thick they made his loose martial arts robe bulge.
"This combat class will focus on reinforcing the fundamentals of the combat techniques I taught previously..."
The instructor was Zhong Zhenguo, a certified Level-Two Warrior.
Rumor had it he'd been to the frontlines and had even fought Abyssal Beasts head-on.
The large scar on his deliberately exposed right arm served as a badge of honor and his proudest credential—
he'd shown it off in class more than once.
Zhong Zhenguo began demonstrating combat techniques, calling a male student to assist as a sparring partner.
To Lu Sheng, these so-called techniques were simple and crude—what he'd gained from the dreamscape memories was leagues beyond them.
"Why is it always Yang Yifei? Can't they give a normal guy a chance? Damn..."
Lu Sheng heard Liu Qiming grumbling bitterly beside him.
Only then did he notice that the student assisting Zhong Zhenguo was none other than Yang Yifei.
Yang Yifei came from a wealthy family, had top martial arts grades, and with his handsome looks, had a certain popularity at school.
Now, dressed in a white martial arts uniform and calmly sparring with the instructor, he had hearts in the eyes of many girls watching.
"Even if you got a chance, could you handle it? Even holding back, Mr. Zhong's punches aren't something just anyone can take."
Lu Sheng glanced at Liu Qiming, replying coolly.
Liu Qiming flushed and muttered, "Well, Yang Yifei gets to eat supplements like they're rice... I heard his Vitality Index is nearly 1.2..."
The way Liu Qiming talked made it sound like if he had the same environment, he'd definitely surpass Yang Yifei.
Lu Sheng didn't respond again, calmly watching Zhong Zhenguo and Yang Yifei's demonstration.
Outwardly, he seemed attentive. In reality, his mind was elsewhere—thinking about the scholarship application.
When to bring it up, and how to approach the teacher...
"Alright, that's enough for the demo. Now let's have two students come up and spar. I'll give individual guidance."
Zhong Zhenguo ended the demonstration and casually waved at Yang Yifei, "Yang Yifei, you stay. Pick someone else to spar with."
"Yes, sir."
Yang Yifei answered calmly, clearly used to such special treatment.
"Anyone want to come up and spar with Yang Yifei?"
Zhong Zhenguo called out, his gaze sweeping across the students—but they all averted their eyes.
"No one?"
Zhong Zhenguo frowned in displeasure.
Every time it came to actual sparring, these kids would chicken out like ostriches, heads buried in the sand.
How was he supposed to teach like this?
Students often whispered that he favored top performers, but none of them ever thought about how few dared to take the initiative.
Outside of model students like Yang Yifei, who else had the guts to step forward for hands-on guidance?
So many complained about lack of opportunity, yet never realized that their hesitation was exactly how opportunities slipped away.
Zhong Zhenguo's eyes swept across one student after another, growing increasingly disappointed—
until suddenly, his gaze locked onto a pair of calm, deep black eyes.
"Hmm?!"
His eyes lit up, settling on a thin, composed student.
Among a crowd of heads ducked in avoidance, one student dared to meet his gaze head-on—so conspicuous, so different.
"Alright then, you—come up and spar with Yang Yifei..."
Zhong Zhenguo pointed loudly at the one who stood out.
"Lu Sheng, Mr. Zhong's talking to you..."
"Hmm?!"
Lu Sheng snapped out of his thoughts, realizing—he'd just been called up to spar with Yang Yifei.
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