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The car weaved through the city streets, the incessant honking from vehicles behind doing nothing to deter Li Huaiming’s masterful display of driving prowess.
Before long, they had left the city’s confines, speeding towards the enigmatic coastline.
Li Huaiming, on the other hand, was clearly enjoying himself.
Yet, for Aya Tone, relegated to the back seat, every passing moment felt like an eternity.
Although his own driving style could be described as rather wild, juxtaposed with Li Huaiming’s, he seemed as innocent and charming as a complete beginner.
After enduring what felt like an immeasurable stretch of time, the car finally decelerated, passing through an ancient, imposing gate that exuded a sense of deep history.
Above the archway, rendered in a majestic, flowing calligraphic script, the characters for “Dragon Court” were prominently etched.
Once the vehicle came to a complete stop.
The car door swung open with a sharp click.
Aya Tone’s legs instantly buckled beneath him.
‘I can’t take this anymore! Absolutely not!’
‘That was utterly, ridiculously exhilarating! If I could turn back time, I’d willingly clear dungeons for free, rather than ever set foot in Li Huaiming’s car again!’
Even the mere thought sent his stomach lurching.
“Senior! This is no time for idleness! The opening ceremony is about to begin, and you absolutely cannot miss it!”
Aya Tone blinked. “Huh?”
He slowly lifted his ashen face, his expression utterly bewildered as he stared at Li Huaiming.
‘Xiao Ming, are you even human?’
“No, wait, don’t—ah!”
Amidst Aya Tone’s startled cry, his petite form was effortlessly hoisted into Li Huaiming’s arms.
The rush of air brushed against his cheeks.
Aya Tone could only register the scenery below blurring past in a dizzying streak, before finally coming to an abrupt halt before a plush red carpet.
“Senior, we’ve arrived.”
“Don’t talk to me. Just… let me recover.”
Aya Tone managed a weak, almost imperceptible twitch, a small testament to his continued existence.
He felt as though his soul had detached from his body, still soaring somewhere along the highway, refusing to reintegrate.
“But, Senior…”
Li Huaiming deliberately lowered his voice, “It seems it’s almost time for you to go up on stage and give your speech.”
“A speech?”
A colossal question mark seemed to materialize above Aya Tone’s head.
Since when did physical education teachers ever get a chance to address the crowd at an opening ceremony?
‘Could it be that we, the physical education teachers, long suppressed and overshadowed by the dominance of language, math, and English, have finally found our moment in the sun!?’
****
An hour earlier.
Dragon Court Academy, a university of paramount national importance, had amassed a wealth of resources within its walls.
A full week prior, the faculty and students had already convened, making this opening ceremony little more than a formal formality.
It also served as an opportunity for the students to gain a direct appreciation for the caliber of Dragon Court Academy’s teaching staff.
“Next, let us welcome Principal Zheng to address us! A round of applause, please!”
As the host’s words faded, a smattering of applause echoed through the hall.
These were not mere primary school students; they had long grown weary of the same predictable, ceremonial speeches.
Having listened to them for years, they were thoroughly bored.
These were the inaugural students, specially chosen to enter the Battle Academy.
Each of them was either a prodigy, a favored child of destiny, or exceptional in their chosen field.
In the eyes of these exceptional individuals, spending precious time on a futile speech was far less productive than utilizing a training ground to hone their skills, preparing for their eventual entry into dungeons.
Was this not, after all, the very reason they had come to this academy?
“Ahem, hello everyone. My name is Deng Hongcheng, and I am currently serving as the acting principal.”
A venerable old man, his white hair as pure as freshly fallen snow, stood with an upright posture on the stage. He wore a modest Zhongshan suit, which gently fluttered in the breeze.
His face was etched with the deep lines of countless years, while his eyes, bright and profound like a hidden spring, radiated both wisdom and unwavering composure.
With but a single, understated remark, he quelled the restless murmurs of the students below, their agitated hearts settling into an unexpected calm.
It was as if his words carried an inherent power, compelling everyone to subconsciously attune themselves to his every utterance.
“Now, as for why my position is temporary?”
A faint, self-deprecating smile touched Deng Hongcheng’s lips as he quipped, “Primarily, it’s because my own strength pales significantly in comparison to that of many other esteemed teachers here.”
“I trust none of you are particularly fond of tedious, ceremonial speeches. So, instead, allow me to introduce you to the true strength of Dragon Court Academy’s faculty, shall we?”
The moment Deng Hongcheng’s words concluded, a deafening roar erupted from the assembled students below.
Every single face was alight with eager anticipation.
Rumors had circulated that Dragon Court Academy had spared no expense, investing vast resources to secure four S-rank powerhouses to instruct them.
What exactly did ‘S-rank powerhouse’ even signify!?
These were individuals who stood at the absolute pinnacle of the world, and having them as instructors was an opportunity that no amount of wealth or resources could ever truly buy.
A fervent glint ignited in every student’s eyes.
Among the students admitted to the Battle Academy, who among them didn’t harbor the fierce ambition to ascend to S-rank themselves?
‘They!’
‘With guidance from an S-rank powerhouse, they too could undoubtedly reach that coveted echelon!’
Observing that the students’ enthusiasm had been sufficiently roused, their initial impatience having completely dissipated.
Deng Hongcheng raised a hand, making a gesture for silence, and the entire assembly quieted.
“Without further ado, please welcome the Guardian of Nan’an City and Vice Principal of Dragon Court Academy, Ying Li!”
He slowly retreated, a picture of refined grace, courteously yielding the stage to the arriving dignitary.
All eyes turned to the steps on the left, where a woman, clad in a figure-hugging qipao that accentuated her tall, slender physique, ascended the stage one careful step at a time, noticeably wearing a pair of simple cloth shoes.
While her appearance might not have been instantly breathtaking, she possessed the delicate, understated beauty characteristic of women from the water towns.
Her skin was fair and flawlessly smooth, exuding a warmth reminiscent of polished mutton-fat jade.
The crowd exchanged puzzled glances.
‘A qipao with cloth shoes?’
‘What an utterly bizarre combination.’
‘And…’
‘What was this beautiful woman’s name again?’
The woman offered a subtle nod to Deng Hongcheng before accepting the microphone.
She spoke, “Welcome to Nan’an City. I am Ying Li.”
A collective murmur of “Ohh!” rippled through the male students.
The male students below suddenly erupted into a frenzy, as if invigorated by an unseen force.
The reason was simple: the Vice Principal’s voice was utterly…
…captivating.
With her distinctly sweet Southern accent, her words evoked a comforting warmth in their hearts.
Moreover, she possessed a subtle beauty that only grew more striking with prolonged observation.
‘It’s just the name and the outfit combination, though…’
Yet, these male students were soon to reach an even greater peak of excitement.
Ying Li continued, “I am Ying Li, and I will be responsible for your martial arts curriculum.”
“Martial arts curriculum!?”
Some of the more well-read students, the ‘know-it-alls,’ began to recall certain harem novel tropes.
Oh boy.