Chapter 53 - 53 53 Dissemination

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Chapter 53: Chapter 53: Dissemination Chapter 53: Chapter 53: Dissemination “You’re not taking a nap today?” After lunch, Zheng Fa looked at Wang Chen, who was engrossed in his book, and asked in surprise. Wang Chen had a habit of taking naps; according to him, if he didn’t sleep at noon, his whole day would collapse. “Didn’t you see Mr. Chen’s face? If I don’t do well on this test, he’s going to devour me!” It’s no wonder Wang Chen was so nervous, this month’s exam was no ordinary test; it was a joint monthly examination with Qingshui Middle School and several schools from nearby cities and counties. For the teachers at Qingshui Middle School, scoring well on the college entrance exam might bring a month of happy performance pay, but doing well on a joint monthly exam could give them at least six months’ worth of joy from mocking their neighboring schools. On the flip side, scoring poorly and being the subject of mockery was enough to upset them for half a year. The importance they’ve placed on this joint monthly exam was translated to Wang Chen and the others as: don’t say you weren’t warned. Mr. Chen even kindly reminded them that there would be a parents meeting at Qingshui Middle School after this monthly exam... Zheng Fa glanced around the classroom. On usual days at noon, the classroom would have at most half of its seats occupied, most by students napping at their desks. Today, at least 80% of the seats were filled, and almost no one was sleeping; everyone was immersed in their studies. Zheng Fa stood up with a few books in hand, preparing to go downstairs. “Where are you going?” “To ask Tang Lingwu some questions.” Ever since he had made an agreement with Tang Lingwu to teach him mathematics, they would find time to meet after lunch. “The monthly exam is coming up; aren’t you going to study hard?” Wang Chen widened his eyes, looking at Zheng Fa. “Isn’t this me going to study?” “...I don’t believe you for a second!” Watching Zheng Fa leave, Wang Chen turned to his deskmate and said: “Although I admire his courage to valiantly pursue love, the image of him getting hammered by Mr. Chen after bombing the test will also be quite pitiful.” His deskmate looked at him with an expressionless face: “And you wouldn’t go?” “Me not go? I love studying; books hold a beauty like Yan Ruyu!” “I don’t know Yan Ruyu, but that’s Tang Lingwu.” “Tang Lingwu... Can Tang Lingwu help me do well on my monthly exam?” “That’s Tang Lingwu.” “Alright, forget the monthly exam. What if I fail and my mom attends the parents meeting?” “Tang Lingwu.” “Well, you’re right, if my mom sees Tang Lingwu, she might go home and even compliment me for having some talent.” ... The place where Zheng Fa met Tang Lingwu was a small pavilion downstairs of the teaching building. Inside the pavilion was a stone table with four stone stools; Zheng Fa placed the books on the stone table, consulting Tang Lingwu bit by bit on his doubts. Tang Lingwu was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, idly spinning a fountain pen with her right hand; her other hand propped up her head, and occasionally she’d frown in thought due to Zheng Fa’s questions, then provide her own insights. To be honest, Tang Lingwu’s level was not up to Old Man Bai’s; many questions would still require a visit to Old Man Bai’s house to ask. But for Zheng Fa, the effect was still not bad—Old Man Bai was used to teaching geniuses, which sometimes made it hard for him to understand where Zheng Fa found difficulty, often accompanied by a very disheartening question: “Do I really need to explain this?” Tang Lingwu was a bit better; after all, as a recent learner herself, she sometimes could empathize more with Zheng Fa’s problems. Adding in that her temperament was not as impatient as Old Man Bai, and if one considered the difference in their attractiveness— The learning experience was significantly better. In fact, if you only talk about college entrance exam mathematics, an area where Old Man Bai and Tang Lingwu’s gap wasn’t too large, Tang Lingwu’s help to Zheng Fa was even greater. Zheng Fa flipped through his notes, finding that he had almost finished asking his questions, before he hesitantly looked at Tang Lingwu: “There’s something I want to ask for your help with.” Tang Lingwu looked up at him with a puzzled expression. “I want to understand the physical differences between us.” “...” Tang Lingwu narrowed her eyes slightly, staring at Zheng Fa for a full half minute before speaking, “It’s in the biology textbook.” “Uh, you misunderstood, I just want to know if I’m the only one who can cultivate the Spiritual Crane Body in this world.” This time, coming to the modern world, Zheng Fa became even more certain of one thing—the qi force from cultivating the “Spiritual Crane Body” within his body was still there, but the sensation of that strange power in the void was gone. According to Zheng Fa’s previous thought, cultivating the “Spiritual Crane Body” should be easy for modern people, given that there are documentaries and videos available. However, no matter how much Tang Lingwu and Old Man Bai tried visualization, their bodies showed no hint of responsiveness. When thinking of the Immortal Law present in the Xuanwei Realm and its absence in this world, The most natural assumption is—this world lacks what is called Spiritual Energy. But there’s another possibility: Zheng Fa’s body is different from the people of this world, so perhaps only he can cultivate it. Tang Lingwu looked at Zheng Fa with a bit of skepticism in her eyes, and Zheng Fa tried to maintain an upright expression. “How do we test it?” “Just get into the Songhe Stance and visualize.” Tang Lingwu stood up, assumed the posture of the Songhe Stance, and Zheng Fa moved behind her: “Pardon my rudeness.” He gently placed his fingers on the upper section of her spine on her back. Tang Lingwu’s body shivered. “What’s wrong?” “It’s ticklish.” “Let me know if you feel anything else that’s uncomfortable.” Zheng Fa said and with his eyes closed, he carefully transferred his qi force into Tang Lingwu’s body. His own qi force was not that abundant to begin with, and he didn’t dare to transfer too much, afraid of accidentally harming Tang Lingwu with a cautious sliver. In his mind, if there were anything in this world that contained Spiritual Energy, it would be his own body and qi force. Of course, he couldn’t dissect Tang Lingwu to see the differences in their bodies. He couldn’t cut off a piece of his own flesh to feed her either. The only thing to try was with qi force. Zheng Fa just let the qi force linger on Tang Lingwu’s spine, waiting to see her reaction. Gradually, Tang Lingwu’s body started to tremble slightly. Zheng Fa could feel that the qi force he had transferred into Tang Lingwu’s body was pulsating. The frequency was exactly the same as when he practiced the Spirit Crane Heart Realm! ... In the classroom upstairs, Wang Chen and his deskmate squeezed together, peeking out the window at Zheng Fa and the others. Zheng Fa and Tang Lingwu hadn’t thought about avoiding people; they only went downstairs so that their discussion wouldn’t affect the learning and napping of others. “What are they doing?” “Move a bit to the side, let me take a look!” “Aren’t you supposed to read and study?” his deskmate glared at Wang Chen. “Who cares about books when you’ve got sweet romance to watch?” “What’s so interesting to watch?” On the window, a blinding glare appeared, and a bald head with not a single strand of hair popped up behind the two. “Tea... Teacher!” Wang Chen and his tablemate jumped in shock and quickly turned around. “I heard you two talking in the hallway! Out of the whole class, you two are the loudest!” Mr. Chen scolded with a stern face, “The exams are coming, do you know that? Are you studying well? How many points do you think you can score?” Seeing that they did not respond, he asked further: “What were you two just looking at?” Wang Chen sidestepped a couple steps, attempting to cover up. Mr. Chen gave him a deep look, pushed him aside, and saw the strange posture of Zheng Fa and the others. “What are they doing?” Mr. Chen said in a gloomy tone. “Uh, Zheng said he was asking Tang Lingwu for some study tips.” “Study tips?” Mr. Chen’s face was icy cold, his voice filled with palpable wrath: “I am indeed curious, what kind of knowledge is so tricky that it needs to be transmitted through bodily contact?”

Chapter 53 - 53 53 Dissemination

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