High-Martial World: System Arrives 30 Years Late-Chapter 48: Geniuses Are Few—Should You Strive or Lie Flat?

Chapter 48: Chapter 48: Geniuses Are Few—Should You Strive or Lie Flat?
"Today, at Linjiang Ninth Middle School, the training camp for Class 11 has a special instructor arriving. You might have seen him on TV before, so you can look forward to it!" Lu Xue said excitedly.
"Take advantage of this opportunity, and you might benefit for the rest of your life!"
"That’s right," Hu Yun chimed in at the right moment.
The couple’s harmonious words carried the art of language,
Seeing him on TV and potentially benefiting for life quickly sparked discussions among the many students on the field.
At this moment, it wasn’t just Class 11 on the field; students from five other classes were warming up as well.
Lu Xue and Hu Yun felt the gazes from the directions of other classes, and giggled inwardly. This was exactly the effect they wanted. Not only the students, but even they couldn’t sleep last night due to excitement.
A few minutes later.
A tall figure carrying a sword box appeared, and Su Mu walked toward the waving Lu Xue couple.
"Wow, who is that? Not only is he tall, but also very handsome."
"Look at the black box he’s carrying, could there be a weapon inside? That’s just so cool."
Lu Xue nodded secretly, truly a big figure; even his aura was completely different. She hadn’t even introduced him yet, and Su Mu was already drawing attention as soon as he appeared.
Cough, cough.
Lu Xue cleared her throat.
"Allow me to formally introduce, this is Su Mu, Teacher Su, currently an Advanced Lecturer at Shenjiang Martial Arts University, and previously commended by the City Lord’s Mansion."
"He is also the person ed on the news the day before yesterday, the one honored by Shenjiang City’s three-party commendation."
"Oh, it’s him! I know, he’s the one who survived the battlefield, said to be one of the five survivors."
"I remember it being three?"
"That’s not the point. I saw on the news that he had the rank of Sergeant and is an Honorary Member of Shenjiang City Martial Arts Association."
In an instant, Class 11, and even students and teachers from several other classes erupted, and the scene burst into excitement.
The usually calm Director Dong Xing, who was patrolling the field, had a change of expression. He quickly sent a few messages in a small group, then approached Su Mu.
"Hello, Teacher Su, welcome to Ninth Middle School. I’m Dong Xing, the head instructor of Grade 12. You can call me Teacher Dong or even Xiaodong."
Upon hearing this, not only the students, but also Lu Xue and Hu Yun showed astonishment. Director Dong held significant respect in the school, and many students feared him as if he were a cat and they were mice.
"Hello, Director Dong."
"Director Dong, we invited Teacher Su for the training camp," Hu Yun timely revealed.
"I see, Teacher Su, you’re free to start your work whenever. Go ahead," Dong Xing, looking surprised, didn’t expect Hu Yun to have such influence.
Lu Xue noticed Director Dong’s expression and felt secretly delighted while also feeling a tinge of admiration for Miaomiao; Miaomiao’s judgment was really spot on!
Su Mu put down the sword box and looked around at the students of Class 11. He saw youth, restlessness, and aspirations in those lively eyes.
Once upon a time, he was one of them.
"In this world, there’s no absolute fairness, only relative fairness..."
"For most people, the Martial Exam is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to leap over the dragon gate. Crossing it doesn’t necessarily turn the fish into a dragon, but not crossing means a greater chance of mediocrity in life..."
"In this world, geniuses are always a minority. I, Su Mu, like most of you, am no genius, just an ordinary person. I also come from Ninth Middle School, which is also my alma mater..."
"Precisely because of this, we must seize this opportunity to leap over the dragon gate. You are rising Grade 12 students, soon-to-be martial exam candidates. Will you work hard to avoid regrets or lie flat and regret it later, sighing when you look back after many years?"
"Opportunity comes only once..."
"The choice lies with you..."
With the infusion of Qi Blood Power, Su Mu’s voice echoed across the entire field. His tone wasn’t passionate, nor was his speech rapid.
Yet, those words—’I, Su Mu, like most of you, am just an ordinary person. Ninth Middle School is also my alma mater’—were like thunder on a clear day, instantly resonating with many students.
"So now, tell me your answer: struggle or lie flat?" Su Mu’s tone suddenly rose, posing a soul-searching question.
As soon as he finished, an inconspicuous boy with glasses in the corner shouted.
"I want to leap over the dragon gate!"
In an instant, cries rang out continuously. It wasn’t just Class 11; at this moment, the entire field reverberated like a mountain and sea roar.
Director Dong trembled all over, looking at Su Mu in shock, having never imagined that someone like Su Mu could be from Ninth Middle School?
He couldn’t sit still—this was big news. Without delay, Director Dong hurried to the principal’s office.
...
A group of students from Class 11 left the field under the envious gazes of other classes and headed to a basketball court.
"Next, I’ll be conducting your training."
"Foundation is of utmost importance. If the foundation is not solid, the ground shakes!"
As soon as he said this, all students in Class 11 cheered. Even Hu Yun and Lu Xue showed joy on their faces; they had been worrying about how to ask Su Mu to stay and teach. Unexpectedly, Su Mu offered to do so on his own.
Su Mu saw this as a chance to familiarize himself in advance since he also needed to teach a class after school started.
"Now, everyone starts practicing the Qi Blood Cultivation Technique. When I call out a number, switch to a different move. Do you understand?"
"Understood!"
"One," Su Mu called out a number.
All fifty students in Class 11 assumed the first position of the Qi Blood Cultivation Technique. Su Mu was very familiar with Qi Blood Cultivation, especially since he was currently in the phase of integrating the Breathing Technique.
Having struggled at the Second Level Martial Artist stage for ten years, he had ample understanding and experience in lower levels.
With just a glance, Su Mu found many problems. He casually picked up a dry branch from the ground.
"Lift your head, hold your chest out, tuck your stomach in; otherwise, your efficiency in absorbing Qi and Blood will decrease."
"Your arm is too high; lower it a bit."
"You’re too tense, your muscles are too tight, take a deep breath and relax. Yes, hold that breath."
Hu Yun and Lu Xue exchanged glances, seeing the astonishment in each other’s eyes. Teacher Jiang’s husband really had substantial skills. Many movements that seemed fine in their eyes were pinpointed by Su Mu.
"Good, maintain this position for five minutes."
"Two."
"Three."
As time passed by the second, amidst the sweat, the morning quickly went by.
"Good, you can all go back to have lunch now and continue in the afternoon."
"Thank you for your hard work, Teacher Su."
After Su Mu dismissed the students, Lu Xue and Hu Yun immediately came to express their gratitude, "Su Mu, we really appreciate it, and it’s troubling you. Are you serious about conducting the training yourself?"
"Of course, as long as you trust me, leave the next few days to me."
"Of course, we trust you, Su Mu."
During their conversation, Director Dong arrived with Principal Mao Chengfu and several school leaders. "Hello, Teacher Su, I’m Mao Chengfu, the current principal of Ninth Middle School."
"Hello, Principal Mao."
"I didn’t expect our Ninth Middle School to have such a talented person like you, Teacher Su; it’s truly an honor for Ninth Middle School."
"Principal Mao, you flatter me."
After a few simple courtesies, Principal Mao asked the most concerning question, "Teacher Su, are you planning to train Class 11 next?"
"Yes, I’d like to give it a try. Director Hu invited me here for this purpose."
Upon hearing this, Hu Yun and Lu Xue were overjoyed.
"Alright, listen up everyone; whatever Teacher Su needs, you must try to satisfy. If there’s anything you can’t fulfill, come directly to me." Principal Mao gave the order, leaving several school leaders somewhat surprised.
In the afternoon, when many students returned from lunch and rest, the look in their eyes towards Su Mu carried respect.
Many of them tried cultivating when they went back and found that after Su Mu corrected their moves, cultivation seemed a bit easier than before.
"Just as expected."
Su Mu thought to himself. He noticed that several students in Class 11 had reverted to their old issues with their cultivation moves.
Their mistakes hadn’t been corrected in time, and maintaining incorrect cultivation movements for too long wasn’t something that could be fully corrected in a short period.
Su Mu had anticipated this and sent Lu Xue and Hu Yun away precisely to be able to work freely.
"Let’s try that method!"