Martial Arts Will Be Added to the Gaokao?
June was unbearably hot.
The blazing sun was so fierce that even the clouds seemed to stay far away from it.
Inside the indoor gymnasium, the PE teacher had unexpectedly managed to take over an entire class period.
The excited students stood in their assigned groups, and a red punching bag had been placed in front of each group.
The PE teacher looked over them.
I know you brats aren't actually interested in this lesson. The only thing you like about PE class is free activity time.
I won't make things difficult for you. Everyone just needs to throw ten proper straight punches, and then you can do whatever you want!
As someone who had dealt with students for years, the PE teacher understood them perfectly.
Yes!!
The students cheered.
During the stressful final year of high school, PE class was one of the few chances they had to relax.
Most of the students casually took a straight-punch stance, threw a few half-hearted punches, and prepared to enjoy their free time.
Su Tu, however, was different.
He stood in front of the punching bag and slowly calmed his breathing.
His eyes became focused.
He lowered his body, raised his fists into position, and suddenly punched forward.
Bang!
A loud impact echoed through the gym.
The punching bag weighed more than two hundred jin, yet Su Tu's punch actually sent it swinging upward.
He followed with several more punches.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Each strike carried frightening force, causing the heavy bag to swing higher and higher.
Finally, Su Tu took a deep breath.
Then he threw his last punch with all his strength.
Creak...
Even the chain holding the punching bag let out an unpleasant metallic groan.
The nearby students stared at him.
Damn! Su Tu is seriously strong!
Brother Tu, isn't this a little ridiculous? That's a two-hundred-jin punching bag, not a toy!
A real man among men. The finest of the finest. From now on, I shall call you the Ultimate Demon Muscle Man!
Some students were shocked, while others laughed and teased him.
Su Tu ignored all of them.
A transparent screen that only he could see appeared before his eyes.
Completed Straight Punch Training.
Combat Proficiency +30
Body Strengthening Proficiency +10
Combat (Beginner): 100/300
Su Tu looked at the screen.
As expected, taking part in proper training gives me much more proficiency than practicing by myself.
He then looked at his other skills.
Body Strengthening (Beginner): 110/300
Cooking (Beginner): 200/300
Spiritual Wisdom (Intermediate): 120/1000
A faint sense of satisfaction appeared in his eyes.
These were the results of half a month of hard work.
Su Tu wasn't sure whether he had transmigrated or simply awakened memories from a previous life.
Ever since birth, he had carried memories from his past life.
Even so, his life had always been ordinary.
That changed half a month ago, on his birthday.
His system awakened.
Its ability was very simple.
Whenever Su Tu learned a skill, that skill would appear on the system panel.
As long as he continued practicing it, he would gain proficiency.
Once enough proficiency accumulated, the skill would level up.
People often said that hard work would always bring rewards.
But that saying wasn't entirely true.
For example, an athlete could train desperately in pursuit of better results.
Yet if he met a genius who worked just as hard, all of his effort might suddenly seem insignificant.
Or perhaps he would simply become lazy for a few days, and the results of his previous training would begin to disappear.
Su Tu didn't have to worry about any of that.
As long as he worked hard enough, his abilities would improve.
And once improved, they wouldn't weaken with time.
Combat was the perfect example.
He had unlocked the skill during PE class half a month ago when Lin Feiyang taught them how to perform a straight punch.
According to Lin Feiyang, the straight punch was similar to techniques used in military combat boxing.
Su Tu had only learned it once.
But after unlocking Combat, he had completely mastered the straight punch.
He hadn't even practiced seriously.
Whenever he finished studying at home and had some spare time, he would simply throw a few punches into the air.
Yet now, his punches had already reached this level.
A punch with more than two hundred jin of force wasn't something even every professional boxer could achieve.
For someone who only practiced casually, it was almost unbelievable.
The PE teacher was now staring at Su Tu with a strange expression.
Everyone else can go enjoy free activity time. Su Tu, come with me for a moment.
He waved his hand.
The students immediately cheered and scattered in every direction.
Only Su Tu remained.
Su Tu walked over and followed the PE teacher to the edge of the spectator seats.
The PE teacher's name was Lin Feiyang.
He was in his thirties and was frequently sick enough to miss work.
He was also an extremely active internet user who could turn almost anything into a meme.
Because of this, he got along quite well with the students.
Lin Feiyang looked at Su Tu.
Brat, tell me the truth. Have you trained before?
Su Tu answered honestly.
Brother Feiyang, I really haven't trained much.
After all, he genuinely didn't think throwing a few punches into the air before going to sleep counted as serious training.
Lin Feiyang stared at him.
You haven't trained much, yet one punch almost sent a two-hundred-jin punching bag flying?
If someone actually taught you properly, wouldn't you end up flying into the sky?
Su Tu simply shrugged.
Believe it or not.
Lin Feiyang looked at him for another moment.
