Zhou Wen had recently gotten used to being pointed at and discussed in private. Especially after the incident with Wang Mingyuan, such a situation was very common. As long as he was recognized on campus, there was no lack of people pointing at him.
Of course, it wasn't all malicious. Most of them were just discussing.
After Wei Feng arrived, the lively lecture hall quietened down. From the looks of it, the students were still rather afraid of Wei Feng.
Zhou Wen secretly sized up Wei Feng. Although he wasn't too tall, he had a very imposing bearing. His frame was rather thick, and he had a strong aura. Zhou Wen had only seen it from soldiers. Although ordinary tutors were strong, they didn't have that kind of aura.
"Today, we will talk about the use of Yin force in fist techniques." Wei Feng really liked to demonstrate personally when he lectured.
Zhou Wen saw Wei Feng take out a transparent silk scarf and hang it on a rope. Then, he punched the silk scarf, punching a hole through it.
"Who wants to give it a try?" Wei Feng swept his gaze across the students.
Zhou Wen originally imagined that the typical student wouldn't be willing to do experiments when a tutor asked them to. In the past, he had attended classes from other tutors, and only a few students who were more studious were willing to cooperate.
However, the students in the lecture hall eagerly raised their hands to sign up. Each raised their hands higher than the other, as though they were afraid that Wei Feng wouldn't choose them.
What's going on? Is Wei Feng that popular? Zhou Wen was somewhat surprised.
"The student who didn't raise his hand, come up." Wei Feng scanned the area before finally looking at Zhou Wen.
Zhou Wen looked around and realized that he was the only one in the lecture hall who hadn't raised his hand. As for the other students, they were looking at him with a faint smile.
Zhou Wen immediately understood why the other students were so eager to raise their hands. It was clear that they already understood Wei Feng's character. They knew that the more they didn't want to do experiments, the easier it was for Wei Feng to call them out. Therefore, all of them were so enthusiastic.
"Stop looking. I'm talking about you," Wei Feng said to Zhou Wen.
Zhou Wen had no choice but to stand up and walk towards the podium.
He had previously listened to some tutors' lectures, but this was the first time he had seen someone with Wei Feng's temper.
Yet, there were still so many students attending his class despite his attendance. From another perspective, it also meant that Wei Feng was indeed good at teaching. Otherwise, no students would have attended his class a long time ago. After all, Wei Feng wasn't the only tutor that taught fist techniques on campus.
"I've never seen you before. Is this your first time attending my class? What's its name? "Wei Feng asked as he tied the new scarf to the rope.
"Zhou Wen," answered Zhou Wen.
Wei Feng didn't seem to have heard of Zhou Wen's name. He only nodded slightly and said to Zhou Wen, "Alright, you can punch now. If you can penetrate the scarf with the strength of your fist, I can consider giving you ten credits."
Typically, credits were distributed by class tutors. For a pure lecturer like Wei Feng, he had relatively few credits to distribute, but it wasn't like he didn't have any at all. Occasionally, he could use them to reward students.
"Thank you, Counselor." Zhou Wen's mood immediately improved when he heard that he could still obtain credits.
"It's good to have confidence." Wei Feng said with a smile. Clearly, he really didn't know Zhou Wen. Otherwise, he wouldn't have suggested giving him credits.
Apart from cultivation, Wei Feng would usually read the Federation's news, as well as the reports on the frontlines. He wasn't interested in the gossip between students and teachers, so he didn't know anything about Zhou Wen. He did know about Wang Mingyuan, but he didn't delve into it.
From Wei Feng's point of view, even top Legendary students would find it impossible to tear through the scarf with their bare hands if they hadn't practiced Yin Force.
The scarf was tough and light. Punching it didn't exert any force. Without a good Yin Force cultivation, one wouldn't be able to penetrate it no matter how strong one's strength was. It would only cause the scarf to sway.
Zhou Wen walked to the scarf and raised his right hand. He flicked his wrist and did some wrist exercises.
In the past, when he practiced One-Inch Punch, he had done the same exercise. However, he had used paper back then, making it easier to tear. A thin, light, and tough scarf like this was more than a level or two higher in difficulty.
Of course, the present Zhou Wen was no longer the Zhou Wen of the past. After stretching his wrist, he raised his fist, hoping to smash at the scarf tied to the rope.
"Student, your posture isn't right. Turn your body slightly to the side. When you punch, don't punch straight. You have to swing sideways …" Wei Feng went forward to correct Zhou Wen's actions.
Seeing how serious Wei Feng was, Zhou Wen naturally couldn't reject him. He cooperated with his pestering and took on a standard stance.
Such a stance was indeed helpful in exerting strength. However, Zhou Wen had long exceeded that realm. Even if he was lying on the ground, he could still produce sufficiently powerful Yin Force.
"Alright, you can try punching now. Remember to use the strength of your wrist and arm. Relax your arm. Don't use too much strength before punching …" Wei Feng instructed from the side.
Zhou Wen followed his instructions and threw out a punch. The fist struck the light and thin scarf that was almost unable to withstand any force. It tore the scarf apart and left a hole in it.
Wei Feng was immediately taken aback as he thought to himself, Could it be that I taught him too well today? This punk actually managed to learn it in one go? That's not right. Even if I taught him well and he completely understood it, it's impossible for him to penetrate the scarf without a year or so of practice.
"Student, have you practiced Yin Force in the past?" Wei Feng asked as he sized up Zhou Wen.
"I practiced One-Inch Punch in high school," Zhou Wen answered truthfully.
"That's no wonder." Wei Feng was enlightened as he said with a smile, "That's right. Give me your student number. I won't miss out on any of the ten credits."
"Tutor, can I use these ten credits in exchange for a request?" Zhou Wen took the opportunity to ask.
Wei Feng looked at Zhou Wen with interest and said, "Tell me, what request do you have?"
"I wish to invite you to be my sparring partner. Can I have actual combat practice when you are free?" Zhou Wen asked.
"Sure, of course you can. I like motivated students like you the most. After my lesson is over, you can train as long as you want." Wei Feng's eyes narrowed as he smiled until the wrinkles on his face appeared.
He was really happy that a student wanted to spar with him. This was Wei Feng's favorite program.
I hope you can last a little longer. Don't try to run away too quickly, Wei Feng thought to himself. He wasn't afraid of Zhou Wen's enthusiasm for learning, but he was afraid that Zhou Wen would shrink back too quickly.
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