158: Chapter 158 This is our school's top class

Although Lu Xingye moved very quickly, someone was even faster!

"I think so too! Combining work and rest is the way to go!"

Gou Fugui, like a groundhog that had spotted a business opportunity, slid across the floor and rushed over.

Even Bai Zimo, who usually only operated in the shadows, silently moved his sleeping bag, squirming toward the sofa like a giant caterpillar.

"Get out of the way!!" came a roar.

Xiang Batian's iron tower-like physique descended from the sky, attempting to dominate the scene with the advantage of his weight.

"Bang, bang, bang!" After a fierce round of "hand-to-hand combat" and "positioning."

The final winner was born.

Relying on the advantage of his long legs, Lu Xingye successfully occupied the left half of the sofa.

Gou Fugui, relying on his shameless ability to exploit loopholes, squeezed into the right half of the sofa.

However, when the two turned their heads, panting, and prepared to enjoy the fruits of their victory, they were both stunned.

Because in the very center of the sofa, the most comfortable "C-position"...

...that Hao Yun, who usually only knew how to giggle, had already settled firmly inside it without anyone noticing.

He was even holding half a bag of unfinished potato chips, looking at his roommates on his left and right with an innocent face:

"Uh... I just saw an empty spot here, so I sat down to rest for a bit. What's wrong?"

Lu Xingye: "..."

Gou Fugui: "..."

Is this the true value of being the chosen one?

There is no need to fight for it at all; the spot just runs under his butt on its own?

As for Xiang Batian... because his body was too large, he was squeezed onto the carpet.

On the other side, the girls' group from Class F was clearly much more reserved.

Qiu Yunan, Ye Li, Junior Zhong Wu, and Su Nuonuo naturally wouldn't go and squeeze onto a broken sofa with that bunch of stinky boys.

They elegantly walked toward the set of fabric sofas on the opposite side.

"This method of cultivation... perhaps it really has its unique merits."

Qiu Yunan pushed up her glasses. Although she felt a bit ashamed, in order to become stronger and to understand Jiang You's thought process, she straightened her skirt and sat down gracefully.

Then, imitating Jiang You, she slowly relaxed her body, leaned back slightly, and let her gaze drift into emptiness.

The other girls followed suit.

Although they sat elegantly and didn't sprawl out without any image like the boys, they had perfectly mimicked the essence of having "dull eyes and an out-of-body soul."

Consequently, an extremely bizarre and baffling scene appeared in the Class F hall.

A group of overachievers who usually wished they could split one minute into two were now sprawled out across the sofas and carpet.

Each of them rolled their dead-fish eyes, looking like a group of salted fish sunbathing together.

The entire hall was terrifyingly quiet, with only the occasional sound of breathing and the "crunch" of Bai Lan chewing potato chips.

Meanwhile, on the path outside the Gymnasium.

Principal Pang Ban was walking over with his hands behind his back, taking steady, measured steps, his face serious.

Behind him followed a middle-aged man with a receding hairline; it was the Dean of Students of Magic City Martial Arts University, Director Wang.

"Principal, please slow down," Director Wang said while wiping sweat from his forehead.

"Those two beams of blue light just now definitely came from this F Class."

"Looking at that energy fluctuation, it even scattered the clouds."

"I suspect... did those kids come up with some new type of combined attack formation? Or did someone break through again?"

Principal Pang Ban nodded, a glimmer of gratification flashing in his eyes.

"Hmm, that's very possible."

"This group of children in Class F, although their personalities are a bit... *ahem*, unconventional."

"But their talent and hard work are plain for the whole school to see."

"Especially after going through that battle in the Mist Swamp, these little guys must have been quite stimulated."

Director Wang immediately chimed in: "Indeed, Principal!"

"You wouldn't know, but when I passed by here before, the commotion coming from inside—explosions and roars—was even livelier than a battlefield!"

"What does this mean? It means they are training desperately!"

"Even without a teacher supervising, they are consciously conducting devilish training!"

The more Director Wang spoke, the more excited he became, even getting a bit teary-eyed.

"This is the spirit of our Magic City Martial Arts University!"

"Even though they are in an abandoned Gymnasium, even without first-class facilities, they are still watering their dreams with sweat!"

"These kids are not normal, perhaps only because they are geniuses, and geniuses are destined to be lonely, unable to blend in with ordinary people!"

Principal Pang Ban nodded repeatedly as he listened, and the bit of resentment he felt toward Class F for turning the school upside down dissipated quite a bit.

"Well said." Principal Pang Ban sighed, looking at the dilapidated Gymnasium ahead, a wave of guilt rising in his heart.

"When I came to inspect last time, I realized that this place was really too dilapidated."

"How can this be? This is our school's ace class!"

"With such a poor environment, how can the children cultivate with peace of mind?"

Principal Pang Ban waved his hand, a sense of heroism suddenly arising.

"After this Hundred Schools League, regardless of the results."

"I will approve a special fund!"

"I'll have this Gymnasium renovated from the inside out!"

"We need to replace it with the best cultivation pods! The softest carpets! And we must install central air conditioning for them!"

"We cannot let the children suffer, no matter how hard it is; we cannot skimp on education, no matter how poor we are!"

As the two spoke, they walked to the front gate of the Gymnasium full of anticipation.

"Come, Director Wang." Principal Pang Ban straightened his tie, a kind and amiable smile on his face.

"Let's go in quietly; don't disturb the children's cultivation."

Director Wang understood and made a "shh" gesture.

Like thieves, the two tiptoed and pushed open that rickety door.

"Creak—" The door slowly opened.

The morning sunlight spilled inside.

Principal Pang Ban and Director Wang peered inside, full of anticipation.

Then, their smiles instantly froze on their faces.

The scene of intense, sweaty, and spiritually turbulent cultivation they had imagined... did not appear.

What appeared before their eyes was a group of students sprawled out in various positions on the sofas and carpet... staring blankly.

Lu Xingye was rolling his eyes, his mouth slightly agape, holding a handful of melon seeds in his hand.

Gou Fugui's glasses were crooked on the bridge of his nose, and drool was about to flow out.

The entire hall was filled with a thick, decadent aura of "salted fish" that made anyone who looked at it want to lie down and join them.

Silence. A deathly silence.

A draft blew through, picking up a few scraps of waste paper and slapping them onto Principal Pang's face.

Principal Pang Ban reached out to take the waste paper off, looking at this scene, feeling his blood pressure skyrocketing at 180 miles per second.

He turned his head and looked at Director Wang, who was equally dumbfounded with his mouth wide open.

Principal Pang's voice squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying a hint of tremor and grimness:

"Director Wang! Is this what you called desperate? Is this what you called devilish training? Is this... the cultivation method of geniuses?"

Director Wang: "..."

Director Wang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and laughed dryly: "Um... Principal. Is there a possibility... that this is a school of meditation... that we haven't understood yet?"