Chapter 123 Skilled Moving, Old Wu's Expectations

Early the next morning.

The sun was shining brightly; it was a perfect day for moving.

Today was actually the day Li Ang and Wu Changhe had agreed upon beforehand for Li Ang to officially move into the school's Teachers Apartment.

As for the matter of "moving to the Teachers Apartment,"

Li Ang was simply incredibly skilled at it.

After all, if one counted his experiences of moving in previous simulations,

this was actually his "third time" doing this job.

He quickly packed up his pitifully few belongings.

A few sets of old clothes, a thick stack of martial arts theory books, and some daily toiletries.

He packed them into several small cardboard boxes.

After carrying them downstairs in stacks, he didn't have to wait long.

A black sedan that Li Ang was very familiar with slowly drove into the narrow streets of the Urban Village.

Behind the sedan followed a semi-old small box truck.

It was a freight driver Wu Changhe had specifically contacted—someone who usually handled moving books and equipment on campus—who had come to help.

The sedan came to a steady stop downstairs.

The car door opened, and Wu Changhe, dressed in loose sportswear, stepped out.

He walked straight to Li Ang's side and glanced at the boxes neatly stacked on the ground.

A hint of appreciation flashed in his eyes: "Not bad, you're quite quick. You didn't make these old bones of mine wait too long."

As he spoke, Wu Changhe carefully looked over those few pitiful cardboard boxes.

His brow furrowed slightly.

He asked in confusion, "Is this it? So little? Where's your bedding? What about your pots and pans?"

Li Ang met Wu Changhe's puzzled gaze.

Without any panic, he replied with the explanation he had prepared long ago:

"I didn't move everything, Teacher."

He pointed to the dilapidated window upstairs.

"After all, I'll still come back here to stay occasionally on weekends or holidays."

"It's close to my relative's house, so it's convenient for taking care of them."

"There's no need to move all the large daily necessities to the school; it's a hassle to move them back and forth."

"And... after all, I'll have to move out again after getting into university in two years. There's no need for the extra trouble."

Wu Changhe listened to this explanation.

He immediately thought of the "bedridden, seriously ill grandmother" Li Ang had mentioned before to borrow money.

Understanding dawned on him, and he didn't think further.

His gaze simply softened, and he gave a firm nod.

"Alright, as long as you know what you're doing."

"Come on, give me a hand. Let's load the truck!"

When two Martial Artists with powerful Qi and blood did this kind of physical labor, their efficiency was simply absurdly high.

Before the truck driver could even get out to help, Li Ang and Wu Changhe were already tossing the stacks of boxes like they were foam boards.

In no time at all, they had easily stacked the boxes in the back of the truck.

"Brother, thanks for the trip!"

Wu Changhe brushed the dust off his hands and skillfully pulled a pack of good cigarettes from his pocket.

He handed them to the somewhat dazed truck driver, chatting and laughing for a few moments to build rapport.

Then, he pulled open the passenger door of the black sedan.

He tilted his head toward Li Ang. "Get in. Let's head back to school."

...

Longnan No. 1 High School, Teachers Apartment.

After moving the cardboard boxes into the quiet single apartment on the third floor,

Wu Changhe brushed the dust off his hands and naturally rolled up his sleeves.

He looked around the empty room.

"Alright, the big items are all up."

"Let's finish this in one go and get the place tidied up."

As Wu Changhe spoke, he walked straight toward the bathroom.

Preparing to find a rag and a mop, he muttered like a worried father.

"You're only a sophomore, after all."

"Usually, you only think about studying and practicing martial arts."

"You're probably not very good at the delicate work of organizing a new home, arranging furniture, and tidying up."

"It's no small matter for a minor to move out on their own for the first time."

"Today, Teacher will give you a hand so you don't make a mess of things."

"Otherwise, you won't even have a peaceful place to sleep tonight."

Looking at this Origin Opening Realm Martial Skill Section Chief, who was usually known for his strictness at school,

now he was preparing to help Li Ang wipe tables and mop the floor without any regard for the dirt.

In the real timeline,

Wu Changhe had only truly known this suddenly rising Genius for a few days at most.

The two of them hardly knew each other's backgrounds.

Yet this old Martial Master went out of his way in every detail within his power

to sincerely look after this poor student.

From lending money to arranging a dormitory, and now to rolling up his sleeves for housework,

he didn't have any of the airs of a high-level Martial Artist.

This was the Wu Changhe that Li Ang was familiar with.

"Teacher, there's really no need to trouble you."

Li Ang stepped forward with a smile, stopping Wu Changhe from getting water and taking the rag from his hand.

"I can handle these small things myself. Why don't you sit down, rest, and have some water?"

"I've been taking care of myself since I was a kid. I'm used to this; I'll have it done in no time."

"Can you manage alone?"

"Just watch."

Next, under Wu Changhe's dumbfounded gaze, it was as if Li Ang had switched to double-speed playback.

Wiping tables, mopping floors, hanging clothes, arranging books...

He didn't need to look around or adapt to the new environment at all; it was as if he knew every corner of the room like the back of his hand.

He naturally avoided the slightly loose floor tile behind the door that would creak if stepped on.

Without even looking, he precisely pushed the desk to the perfect spot—one that avoided the afternoon sun while catching the morning light perfectly.

The placement of toiletries, the height of the clothes hangers, the position of the water cup,

even the angle at which the old Combat Saber was casually placed,

everything fell exactly into his most convenient reach.

The originally cold and empty single apartment,

within just over ten minutes, was filled with the rich atmosphere of Li Ang's daily life.

Wu Changhe held the freshly boiled hot water, sitting on the somewhat old single sofa.

Looking at Li Ang's busy back, he couldn't hide the surprise in his eyes.

"You kid... this is way too fast. Have you been in this room before?"

"If I didn't know better, I'd think you'd lived here for years."

Wu Changhe couldn't help but praise him.

But then his thoughts turned to Li Ang's impoverished family situation.

He thought of his "deceased parents" and "seriously ill relative," and his gaze dimmed instantly.

"The children of the poor grow up early..."

Wu Changhe sighed inwardly.

Someone like Li Ang, who could manage his own daily life so orderly without needing guidance,

while maintaining the top academic rank in his grade and practicing martial arts frantically day and night,

in over twenty years of teaching, he had truly seen very few like him.

Some spoiled students the same age as Li Ang couldn't even figure out how to make a bed.

Thinking of this, Wu Changhe felt more and more that the 1.2 million he had given Li Ang

was the best investment of his life.

"I hope this kid can reach the Eighth Stage of Qi and Blood soon."

"When that time comes... getting into Jiangnan Martial Arts University will definitely be a sure thing!"

Wu Changhe held his cup, his gaze starting to drift.

His mind even began to fantasize about the moment Li Ang received his admission letter

and the glorious moment when he, as the mentor, would speak at the Commendation Ceremony.

"Teacher Wu?"

"Teacher Wu, I'm done."

Li Ang wiped his hands.

He looked at Wu Changhe, who was sitting on the sofa with his thoughts far away and a faint smile on his lips.

He called out softly, somewhat speechless.

"Ah? Oh! Right!"

Only then did Wu Changhe snap back from his beautiful plans for Li Ang's future.

He coughed twice tactically to hide his loss of composure.

"Ahem, since you're finished tidying up, let's talk business."

Wu Changhe's expression turned serious.

"Now that you've moved in, I've drafted a new training plan for your evenings..."

Li Ang nodded obediently as he listened, then sat down in the chair opposite.

"Teacher, I completely submit to the training plan."

"But Teacher," Li Ang leaned forward slightly, looking at Wu Changhe with a thirst for knowledge as he naturally shifted the topic:

He very naturally steered the conversation toward the direction he truly cared about.

"While reviewing my theory classes these past few days, I saw some information regarding university admissions."

"It said that while our province's 'Jiangnan Martial Arts University' is the top choice, in terms of faculty strength and the allocation of core resources,"

"the true Martial Dao Holy Lands are still the 'Twin Stars'."

Li Ang paused, his tone carrying just the right amount of curiosity and yearning:

"Teacher, you are widely experienced."

"What do you think is the fundamental difference between 'Changjing Martial Arts University', 'Federal Martial Arts University', and other martial arts universities?"

"And for ordinary students who want to get in, what is the biggest hurdle?"