Chapter 128 Outstanding Alumnus, Professor Changjing

Late night, Teachers Apartment.

The desk lamp emitted a warm yellow glow.

It projected Li Ang's shadow onto the white wall behind him.

Under the dim yellow light,

Li Ang was using a red pen to mark various documents.

Most of the content,

he had already finished studying and memorized by noon.

What was spread out before him now

were merely supplementary materials and secondary information that was relatively fragmented.

But Li Ang had always been like this.

As long as there was a hidden sliver of useful clues,

he would examine it word for word, refusing to let any detail slip by.

“Phew...”

Li Ang gently rubbed his temples.

He let out a long breath of turbid air.

“As expected, truly useful core information is pitifully scarce.”

Li Ang shook his head, secretly complaining in his heart.

The Intelligence Network and these public yearbooks had their information too heavily censored.

Most of what was recorded inside were just snippets of official jargon.

For example, which Grandmaster published what basic theory,

or which professor led a team to slay what great demon.

As for the actual internal resource distribution, factional divisions, and the inheritance paths of high-level Yuan Wu Dharma Gates within the Twin Stars,

none of it was mentioned at all.

Not a single bit of substantial content could be found.

However, Li Ang was not discouraged.

He pushed the uninformative materials aside

and picked up an old bound volume of Longnan No. 1 High School's past school journals that was at the bottom of the pile.

The paper of this school journal had already turned slightly yellow,

emitting the scent of aged ink.

Li Ang originally just wanted to check for any missing information with a 'filling in the gaps' mindset,

to see if this century-old school had produced any big figures who had a say in the Twin Stars,

so he could scout out a 'thigh' to cling to for his future 'school selection' in advance.

As he flipped through, in a special edition of the school journal from seven years ago,

Li Ang's fingers suddenly paused while turning the pages.

His gaze was fixed dead on an extremely inconspicuous corner layout.

It was a very short, simple report that didn't even have an accompanying picture.

The title was: 'Thanks to Distinguished Alumnus Mr. Professor Wang Yi for His Generous Contribution to His Alma Mater'.

The content of the report was very dry, just a few words.

It only mentioned that this 'Mr. Professor Wang Yi' had returned to Longnan No. 1 High School seven years ago to make a charitable donation.

But what truly interested Li Ang

was the introduction of this Senior Professor Wang Yi's identity in the article.

[Professor Wang Yi, Changjing Martial Arts University Wuyi Research Institute, Soaring Realm Professor.]

“A professor at Changjing Martial Arts University?! And a Soaring Realm powerhouse at that?!”

Li Ang's eyes instantly lit up.

This was simply getting a pillow just as he was getting sleepy!

He was just worrying about being a stranger in a strange land after going to the Twin Stars, unable to find a way to contact the core circles.

Now, a ready-made senior with the natural bond of being an 'alumnus'

was placed right before his eyes!

Li Ang immediately utilized his powerful memory,

frantically searching through the memory palace in his mind for information about the name 'Professor Wang Yi'.

But strangely, whether it was his predecessor's memories

or the gossip he had heard at school, there wasn't the slightest trace of this person.

He lowered his head again, chewing over this short report word by word.

In the report, only one direct quote from Professor Professor Wang Yi was cited:

“Although I only stayed at Longnan Middle School for a brief few months back then, that period of time benefited my life greatly.”

“Now that I have some ability, I can give back to my alma mater.”

Looking at these words, Li Ang keenly sensed a strange feeling of inconsistency.

“Too low-key, this doesn't fit common sense.”

Li Ang rubbed his chin, pondering silently.

In this world where interests are paramount, most donors make donations,

and although they say it's to give back to society and help others,

they usually request the school to publicize it grandly—hanging banners, holding school-wide assemblies, or even erecting a statue.

After all, this is the best way to expand one's influence and earn a reputation.

Yet this Senior Professor Wang Yi,

as a Soaring Realm professor at Changjing Martial Arts University,

with such a respected status,

only had such a pitifully small snippet of a report in the school journal when he returned to donate?

Not only was there no group photo, but even the specific donation amount and materials weren't mentioned!

“It looks like he requested to handle it low-key himself.”

“And, he only stayed at Longnan No. 1 High School for a few months?”

“What kind of deep alma mater affection is that?”

If others saw such a short report, they might forget it in the blink of an eye.

But for Li Ang, this was absolutely a highly valuable piece of intelligence!

The position this Senior Professor Wang Yi held seven years ago,

wasn't it exactly the goal Li Ang wanted to achieve in the next simulation?

“This senior is definitely a high-quality connection!”

“Although it seems his relationship with the school isn't particularly close,”

“since he was willing to come back and give back to his alma mater,”

“then he is my, Li Ang's, dear senior!”

Li Ang heavily circled the two characters 'Professor Wang Yi' in his notebook.

He marked it with a red five-pointed star.

“Tomorrow I must ask Old Wu and see if I can get a connection through this line.”

However, a hint of doubt also rose in Li Ang's heart.

“Old Wu is also strange; having such a solid connection and such an awesome network in the school,”

“why didn't he mention it to me even once during the third simulation?”

“Did he think I wouldn't choose Changjing Martial Arts University?”

If he couldn't figure it out, he wouldn't think about it. Li Ang organized the materials and locked them in a drawer.

He glanced at the time and began tonight's martial arts coursework.

The nightly saber-swinging training, which never faltered,

had already become a habit ingrained in his very bones.

...

The next day, Longnan No. 1 High School Combat Training Hall.

“Huff... huff...”

Finishing the high-intensity special training sparring early in the morning,

Li Ang wiped the sweat from his forehead

while handing a towel to Wu Changhe.

“Teacher Wu, Longnan No. 1 High School has been established for so many years.”

“Besides you and Principal Liao,”

“hasn't there been any truly famous tough-guy alumni in the Federation's martial arts world?”

“Like the kind who went to the Twin Stars”

“and became big shots at the mentor or professor level?”

Li Ang pretended to start the topic casually.

He unscrewed a water bottle and asked offhandedly.

What Li Ang didn't expect was that

Wu Changhe wiped his sweat and shook his head without hesitation.

“Where would there be any alumni who truly command the winds and clouds in martial arts?”

“This is a border town after all, resources are limited.”

“Most students who go out just graduate from ordinary martial arts universities and then enter companies or the military.”

“If you really want to talk about some famous ones, they are basically just some local entrepreneurs.”

“And a few scholars who have made some achievements in academic theory, that's all.”

Hearing this answer, Li Ang stopped hiding and went straight to the point:

“Then what about Professor Wang Yi?”

Hearing the name Professor Wang Yi,

Wu Changhe, who was about to drink water, suddenly paused his movement.

He turned his head with a strange expression,

sized Li Ang up several times, and his brow furrowed slightly:

“You brat, where did you hear that name?”

“Yesterday after lunch, when I went to the records room to flip through our school's past journals,”

“I happened to see it in a corner.”

Li Ang replied without a hint of guilt.

Wu Changhe gave him a frustrated look and snorted.

“I think you're still not practicing enough, you have too much energy.”

“To actually have the spare time to look at those useless old stories.”

However, despite the complaining,

Wu Changhe still put down his water cup, sighed, and began to explain.

“Since you asked, I'll tell you.”

“It'll save you from blindly guessing all day long.”