After Yue Lin finished speaking, he walked away with his hands behind his back, leaving Su Yuan sitting alone in his seat in disarray.
Why does it feel like Teacher Yue might have misunderstood something?
No matter how imaginative Su Yuan was, he never thought he would be considered a potential mental patient.
He shook his head, temporarily suppressing the doubts in his heart. Teacher Yue must have had his reasons for what he said just now.
After a brief break, the General Education Course and the Spiritual Language Class were up next.
The content taught in the General Education Course was quite similar to what was learned in high school in his previous life.
Although the knowledge was a bit heavy, most of it had nothing to do with cultivation, so the high school students who were cultivators found it relatively easy to learn.
In his previous life, Su Yuan was also a small-town "exam machine," so he was quite good at memorization-heavy subjects like General Education and Spiritual Language.
Now, with the support of the Brahma Purifying Demon Heart, he once again found room for improvement in these two subjects.
Unconsciously, the morning study time passed, and it was now 12:10 PM, with only five minutes left until the one-hour lunch break.
This also meant that a fierce competition centering around the cafeteria was about to unfold.
Su Yuan glanced around at his classmates, all of whom would be his competitors in the next moment!
Qi Cultivation cultivators couldn't fly freely yet, and flying swords were prohibited on campus, adding a lot of uncertainty to this battle.
While observing other classmates, Su Yuan noticed that they too were scanning their surroundings. Occasionally making eye contact with Su Yuan, their gazes seemed to flash with sword light, making people feel a chill.
"Su Yuan."
Chu Lanxi flipped her hand, and a shiny white meal card appeared in her hand, saying:
"Whether we get to eat lunch early today depends on you."
Su Yuan solemnly accepted the meal card, as if receiving a military order.
There was no need for an oath of allegiance.
With cultivation only ranked as upper-middle in the school, even though he had gained ample experience in maneuvering through crowds and evading pursuit by delivering meals, he couldn't guarantee being among the first hundred to reach the cafeteria.
And some limited dishes in the cafeteria were always a matter of first come, first served.
"However, I'm not what I used to be."
Su Yuan's gaze fell on a broom in the corner of the classroom, and he thought to himself:
"With my dual cultivation in delivery and security, I can not only evade competitors but also take the initiative! Perhaps I can charge into the top ten entering the cafeteria."
Time ticked by second by second.
Five minutes later, as the class bell rang, the homeroom teacher Yue Lin, who never extended class, said:
"Be careful not to knock down the windows and walls. Class dismissed."
In the next moment, the students of class two, who had been brewing for a long time, shot out like hunting leopards, rushing through the windows that had been quietly opened at some point.
In an instant, the wind howled, and the curtains in the classroom flapped noisily.
Su Yuan reached out and grabbed the broom from the corner, following the crowd out of the window.
Class two of third-year was on the sixth floor. As Su Yuan leaped out the window, he saw students from all over the school falling like raindrops from the teaching building, heading straight for the cafeteria!
Su Yuan circulated his spiritual power, glided through the air for a while, and easily landed, only to find that many students were already ahead of him, as fast as lightning.
There was no helping it; those with higher cultivation naturally ran faster.
In the past, there was nothing Su Yuan could do about these numerical monsters.
But now...
Watch my flying fork... no, broom strike!
In a move like throwing the universe, Su Yuan hurled his broom, which soared like a swimming dragon, pounding the back of a student ahead.
A gentle force, not harmful, surged from the broom, sending the student flying into another, both crashing like tumbling gourds.
Yes, two competitors taken care of.
The swiftly advancing Su Yuan grabbed the still airborne broom and continued his charge.
Winners feast, losers eat dust!
The competition for the cafeteria was always this way!
In a society of universal cultivation, using force within reasonable bounds was completely permissible, even encouraged by the school.
Su Yuan's eyes flashed, setting his sights on another student not far ahead.
But before he could act, the student seemed to sense something, turned around, and came forward, spiritual power surging in his palm, clearly intending to intercept Su Yuan.
Su Yuan gave him a casual glance. Compared to a veteran delivery expert, an ordinary student was far inferior! Even the strong in the delivery world couldn't dodge his fork, let alone a student.
Watch me with Six Strikes Per Second!
The broom in Su Yuan's hand shot out like electricity, its gleaming rod raising a path of ominous winds. Almost simultaneously, six beams of rod light struck the other student's arms, knees, and the numb points on his waist and abdomen.
Thud—
The ordinary student fell to the ground, limbs uncontrollably twitching.
Without sparing him a glance, Su Yuan continued his sprint to the cafeteria, unable to help but marvel at the power of the Divine Fork Eighteen Techniques.
This technique, the foundation of the security realm, only blocks people, not injures them. Its level seemed faintly superior to those mainstream martial arts learned by high school students.
So it seems that the system's random reward of elevating a skill to perfection really hit the mark.
At least for the cafeteria competition, it couldn't be more suitable.
Thus, relying on this fork technique, Su Yuan advanced with resounding success, leaving his competitors behind and the top ten at the cafeteria within reach!
At the cafeteria's entrance stood a towering, stern-faced middle-aged man in deep red sportswear with arms crossed.
He was none other than the head of the Taihua High School's Physical Education Department, Zhuge Tie, responsible for the entire third year's P.E. classes, and a renowned gold medal P.E. teacher at Taihua High School.
"Judging by the time, the third-year students should almost be here. Those reaching the cafeteria first must be promising short-distance runners."
Zhuge Tie calculated the time, thinking to himself.
As a P.E. teacher, he naturally had a good understanding of his students' abilities, but there might be hidden gems yet to be discovered.
Not long after, the sound of footsteps approached from afar, and Zhuge Tie's cold eyes narrowed with anticipation.
The outstanding short-distance runners had arrived.
At the horizon, several third-year students rushed toward the cafeteria, precisely those with excellent short-distance running records whom Zhuge Tie had praised.
Feeling satisfied, Zhuge Tie suddenly noticed a hint of panic on his trusted protégés' faces, as if pursued by some monstrous flood behind them.
As Zhuge Tie wondered, suddenly, a rod shadow slashed through the air, whistling harshly, and struck one student's leg, toppling him with a groan.
The flying rod rebounded, landing in the hands of a young man darting out from the corner of the road.
The youth's eyes glimmered coldly, fixated on the fleeing students ahead like a predator stalking prey!
Then, before the astonished gaze of Zhuge Tie, the youth's rod shadow danced, landing six strikes per second or faster, flattening his protégés and stepping first over the cafeteria's threshold.