Chapter 38: Chapter 38
“Although my bookshelf is relatively small, it holds twenty to thirty books. It’s only been two hours and ten minutes since you entered my office. Are you saying you've read them all?”
Yi Chen nodded. “Some of the books on campus architecture and student management were a bit tedious, but the overall reading experience was decent.”
Chamberlain, skeptical, stood up and walked to the bookshelf.
"Honesty is also an important trait of a gentleman," he muttered as he randomly picked a few books to quiz Yi Chen on their contents.
Surprisingly, Yi Chen could recall the approximate page numbers, give the chapter titles, describe the main content, and even share his own insights.
In all his years of teaching, Chamberlain had never encountered a student .
“Wait... could this be related to your profession? You must have already observed certain characteristics through your attire. Let’s hear it.”
“Yes.” Yi Chen confirmed.
Upon hearing about the unique profession called Student, along with its associated traits, Professor Chamberlain was taken aback.
“Haha! You do remind me of Wilbert to some extent. By the way, you still have the business card I gave you, right?”
Yi Chen took out the owl card, intending to return it.
I am, like you, a gentleman of the [Intellect] type. The physical training I can offer is limited and can only provide you with some basic techniques.
Tomorrow, I will give you a letter. After the Pathology class, hand this letter along with my card to the 'teacher' in charge of the class. He will oversee your physical training."
That teacher is a bit unusual, possessing certain ‘eccentricities’. However, his expertise in physical skills ranks in the top three among all the teachers. If you can endure and learn some 'real skills' from him, you might genuinely reach a 'multi-attribute limit.'
Also, because of his personality and quirks, the academy has revoked his mentor qualifications, and he hasn't had students for a long time. If you feel you can’t keep up, come back and tell me right away. If you injure your 'foundation' by forcing yourself, your future will be completely shattered.”
Although Professor Chamberlain's description was rather strange, as long as the opportunity was there, Yi Chen was willing to give it a try.
"Let’s not waste the remaining time today. I’ll run you through an entry-level test now to see your 'base level.' If you can’t handle the basics, there’s no need to proceed with the physical training.
Twenty push-ups per set, five sets in total.
Ten single-leg squats per set, also five sets.
Rest for thirty seconds between each set.
If you’re ready, start now."
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He performed each push-up in a precise, almost flawless form, finishing all five sets with only slight breathlessness.
The single-leg squats were equally well executed, each movement nearly perfect.
"Have you trained before? The 'First Gentleman' detected that your body was unrefined."
“I practiced a bit when I was younger, so these basic moves are no problem.” Yi Chen seemed to recall some unpleasant memories as he said this.
"Next, I’ll test your reflexes."
As soon as he spoke, Professor Chamberlain suddenly emanated a sense of killing intent, striking out with a diagonal knife-hand.
At the same time, the enhanced vision from the little grape allowed Yi Chen to dodge instantly. He rolled backward smoothly, with his right hand ready on his ax handle, prepared to counter if needed.
The seamless movements left Professor Chamberlain puzzled again.
"Your reaction… is also well-trained. That 'rolling' move, especially, is very refined, and it’s vital for actual combat."
Yi Chen scratched his head, "That’s also from my younger days. To avoid getting hit as much, I practiced rolling in my free time… after all, once you get caught, it’s not pleasant."
"I hope everything goes smoothly with your meeting tomorrow."
"Thank you, Professor."
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