9: Chapter 9 Teacher Su, do you need a driver's license to ride this?
[Name: Yun Zhuo]
[Rank: 1]
[Age: 18]
[Talent: Earth Rank Middle Grade]
[Strength: 30×1.5]
[Physique: 50×1.5]
[Agility: 30×1.5]
[Spirit: 60×1.5]
[Psionic Energy: 0]
[Cultivation Technique: National Body Forging Art, 8th Set of Radio Gymnastics (Beginner)]
[Skill: Basic Saber Technique (Beginner)]
[War Princess: Su Qingyuan]
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[Name: Su Qingyuan]
[Rank: 1]
[Age: 22]
[Beauty Score: 97]
[Talent: Earth Rank Middle Grade]
[Attack Power: 300×1.5 (Mecha Form)]
[Defense Power: 300×1.5 (Mecha Form)]
[Speed: 300×1.5 (Motorcycle Form)]
[Transformation Form: Little Electric Scooter -> ever-changing motorbike]
[inlay slots: 3 (Unactivated: 6)]
[Clapping Count: 0]
[Current Status: So excited about contracting a Super Rank War Spirit Master that she's lost her sense of direction.]
"Teacher Su, what is psionic energy?"
"Psionic energy is the foundation for performing all Martial Skills."
Su Qingyuan's cool voice echoed in his consciousness, carrying the seriousness of a lecture yet filled with patience. "The higher your psionic energy reserves, the more powerful your Martial Skills will be. It is slowly accumulated through cultivating Martial Skills or techniques."
She paused, as if suddenly remembering something, her tone taking on a soft, urgent quality. "Alright, alright, time's almost up. Let's hurry and take a shower, otherwise we'll reek of sweat later."
After leaving the training room, Yun Zhuo spent another thousand yuan to perform an appraisal.
Once he had the Earth Rank Middle Grade certificate, he could use it to transfer to the school's Martial Arts Class. He heard Teacher Su say that the current Martial Arts Class only had two students but enjoyed the resources meant for fifty.
This was also why Board Member Chen had transferred his son from a prestigious high school like No. 3 Middle School back to No. 8 Middle School.
To put it bluntly, it was the Federation's resources—you'd be a fool not to take advantage of them.
With him joining, the resources split among three would be enough to reach Rank 10 within the final month.
Rank 10 was the stepping stone for the Martial Arts College Entrance Exam. As for whether he could actually knock open the doors of a Martial Arts University, that would depend on his own ability.
At the guild entrance, Su Qingyuan asked softly, "Where are you going now? Home, or back to school with me?"
"Back to school. The sooner I get the resources, the sooner I can improve."
Su Qingyuan's lips curled into a smile, her eyes sparkling. "Alright then."
Having said that, she activated her first form right in front of him, transforming into a red and white superbike.
It crouched on the ground like a beast ready to pounce. The pearl-white body was sliced through by flame-red streamlined decals, sweeping from the shark-nose front all the way to the tail wing.
The wedge-shaped fairing was embedded with red-trimmed LED headlights. Low-slung red and white handlebars, a bulging fuel tank with a red-white gradient like burning flames, and a single-seat hump with a red checkered pattern.
The red wheel spokes looked like spinning fire blades when they turned. Red calipers gripped the white rims, and even the tail diffuser exuded a fierce, blade-like aura.
In a word: cool.
Yun Zhuo was completely dazed by how cool it was.
Su Qingyuan had known for a while that her first form had upgraded into the ever-changing motorbike, allowing her to transform as she pleased, though she was limited to motorcycles.
This superbike was transformed according to her own ideas.
Seeing Yun Zhuo stunned by her appearance, a hint of secret pride welled up in her heart. It seemed her aesthetic sense was still on point.
She laughed and said, "Student Xiao Zhuo, what are you standing there for? Get on, I'll take you back to school."
Yun Zhuo finally snapped out of it. He rubbed his face with both hands and walked around the superbike to inspect it.
Suddenly, he slapped Teacher Su's leather saddle and cried out, "Oh no!"
"What's wrong?"
"Teacher Su, I don't have a motor vehicle license. If I ride such a cool bike like you and roar through the streets, won't I be caught by the Patrol Officers?"
"Pfft~ you brat, you're just trying to scare me. You'd get caught on any other bike, but not on me."
"Why?"
Su Qingyuan's voice carried a hint of pride. "Because I'm your War Princess. The Patrol Officers won't care."
"By the way, do you even know how to ride a motorcycle?"
"Can't you drive yourself?"
"It doesn't seem like I can, but I should be able to assist you." Her tone softened, turning into a nudge. "Alright, alright, hurry up and get on. This is also training to increase our compatibility."
As soon as Yun Zhuo straddled the motorcycle, he heard Su Qingyuan let out a soft "Mm," sounding a bit uneasy.
This prompted him to tease her, "What's wrong, Teacher Su? You aren't just all show and no go, are you?"
"Bah, you're the one who's all show!" she scolded lightly, her voice tinged with bashfulness. "It's just... the first time being ridden, it's a bit ticklish."
"Alright, alright, hurry up and start the engine!"
Yun Zhuo smiled slightly and thought to himself: Teacher Su, do you even hear the suggestive things you're saying?
He then gripped the handlebars with both hands and pressed the start button with his thumb. The exhaust immediately erupted with a beast-like roar.
A holographic screen unfolded from the front of the bike, clearly displaying surrounding obstacles and automatically planning the optimal route.
In the next second, man and machine shot out like an arrow from a bow, leaving a red and white afterimage on the street.
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Beneath a section of the outer wall of Dawn No. 8 Middle School, three students were sneakily skipping class.
"Brother Bao, give me a hand!"
The three of them worked together and finally climbed down from the wall, which was over a man's height. Just as they stood firm and brushed off the dust, they heard the piercing roar of an engine approaching.
"Whoa, what a cool motorcycle."
"Wait a minute, look at the guy riding it. Doesn't he look like Yun Zhuo from our class?"
"Didn't that kid take sick leave to go home? Where did he get such a flashy motorcycle?"
Before the words had even finished, Yun Zhuo's figure whistled past them, bringing a gust of wind.
Immediately, the sound of camera shutters clicking followed.
"So cool! Let's go find that kid and tell him to let us play with it for a few days!"
"Yeah, with his wimpy attitude, he doesn't deserve such a cool bike."
"Wait, are you guys stupid?"
The other person pulled his companions back. "That kid is clearly going back to school. We just managed to sneak out; do you really want to go back into the trap?"
"Then tomorrow! We'll block him at the school gate tomorrow morning. I don't believe he'll dare not to lend it!"
On the other side, Yun Zhuo came to a sudden stop, the rear wheel of the motorcycle lifting high into the air.
After he got off, Su Qingyuan transformed back into human form. Looking back the way they came, she said crossly, "Those brats are skipping class again."
"Who?"
"Bao Dezhu and those other two. Didn't you see them just now?"
"Forget it. Right now, the future is just a blur to them. If you try to scold them with your life experience, they won't listen at all."
"That won't do. As their teacher, I have to be responsible for them. At least while I'm teaching them, I can't just stand by and watch them do things they'll regret later."
"Then what? Go back and chase them down?"
Su Qingyuan thought for a moment. "Never mind, your business is more important."
"I'll call their parents later and tell them to keep a closer eye on them."
For the second time that day, they arrived at the principal's office.
When Zhou Libin saw Yun Zhuo pushing the door open, he habitually frowned. "Why are you here again?"
Before Yun Zhuo could speak, Su Qingyuan spoke up first. "It's like this, Principal. Yun Zhuo from our class just passed the Earth Rank Middle Grade War Spirit Master test."
As she spoke, she handed the certificate from the guild to Zhou Libin and continued, "I'm here to transfer him to the Martial Arts Class."
When Zhou Libin heard that Yun Zhuo was an Earth Rank Middle Grade War Spirit Master, his eyebrows shot up.
But as soon as he heard about the transfer, his face darkened instantly. He tossed the certificate onto the desk. "Fake! The school teachers confirmed it multiple times—he's just a mortal rank High Grade. He doesn't meet the requirements for a transfer at all."
"Principal, I've already verified it. It is indeed a certificate issued by the guild. If you don't believe it, you can check online."
Zhou Libin picked up the certificate and looked at it again. It did indeed have the guild's official seal.
However, the resources for the Martial Arts Class had already been reserved for Board Member Chen's son. Letting this kid transfer in now—wouldn't that be asking for trouble?