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Class Thirteen, Senior Year Three, at Martial City No. 13 Middle School.
Their homeroom teacher, Ma Yuan, was standing at the front of the classroom, delivering an impassioned speech to fire up his students.
“It’s April already. There are only two months left until the college entrance examination. I know the weather is hot, and I know you’re suffering!”
“But no matter how hard it is, it will only last these two months. Grit your teeth and push through it. Once you’re admitted to a martial arts university, you’ll have plenty of time to rest and play.”
His gaze was stern and his voice fervent, like a general delivering his final speech before two armies clashed.
Below the podium, the students sat upright and listened attentively. Whether their grades were good or bad, at the very least, they were all immersed in the passionate atmosphere of the moment.
Seeing the fighting spirit in their eyes, Ma Yuan felt deeply satisfied.
“So from now on, I’m asking all of you to work even harder. Those of you who normally train until midnight should train until one or even two in the morning. That wouldn’t be excessive!”
“If you train for one extra hour, you’ll advance a little farther than everyone else. Sharpening your weapon at the last moment may not make it sharper, but it will at least make it shine…”
Just as he was about to repeat his theory about making last-minute preparations, the loud crash of a chair hitting the floor suddenly interrupted him and drew the attention of the entire class.
Ma Yuan’s f