Celestial Human Diagram-Chapter 51 - 42: Arrangement

In the office of the Recruitment and Preparation Department, over a dozen instructors were seated. One of them shook his head and said frankly, "Master Gao, to be honest, I don’t want to teach him."

The other instructors all looked over, secretly admiring his boldness.

Master Gao sat at the back of the office, his face expressionless. He simply asked, "Your reason?"

That instructor tossed the form regarding Chen Chuan onto the table. "Looking at his record, he started practicing the Breathing Technique far too early. And based on Zhongwu’s injuries, it’s highly likely he’s also cultivated the Limit-Breaking Strike. A student like this, who doesn’t know how to cherish his own body and only knows how to overdraft his potential, has a limited future."

"However, if Master Gao can let me conduct a full physical examination on him, and if it proves there are no issues and he meets my requirements, I can accept him."

Master Gao ignored him, looking directly to the side at another instructor. "What about you? Do you feel the same way?"

This instructor stammered, "Master Gao, I, well, I..."

"Enough. Don’t say any more." Master Gao looked at the others. "It seems you all think the same thing?"

The instructors all sat in silence.

In truth, it didn’t really matter to them how good a student’s physical condition was or how much they could learn. They’d only be at the academy for two or three years, and the students weren’t their own sons and daughters. There was no need to be so particular.

The main reason was that they really didn’t want to get dragged into the whirlpool of the academy’s internal struggles. Wouldn’t it be better to just teach their classes in peace? They all still remembered what happened two years ago, so no one wanted to take on this hot potato.

Master Gao then looked at a young instructor and said, "Why aren’t you speaking?"

The young instructor looked troubled. "Master, I could teach him, but... you know I’m going abroad for an exchange program in a month. I don’t know how long I’ll be gone. Even if he could study with me, it wouldn’t be for long."

Master Gao said, "I wasn’t counting on you anyway. Alright, since none of you are willing, you’re all dismissed."

The group of instructors breathed a collective sigh of relief. They stood up, gave him a slight bow, and then all left.

Once the office was empty, Master Gao picked up the receiver on his desk and made a call. When it connected, he said, "None of them are willing. I told you this was pointless. It would have been better to just assign someone directly and have them take on the responsibility."

"From the sound of it, you have someone in mind?"

Master Gao said, "I think we should send Cheng Zitong for now."

The voice on the phone said, "Xiaocheng? Is he capable enough?"

Master Gao said decisively, "We’re still trying to persuade He Xiaoxing. Until we can convince him to come back, we’ll just have Cheng Zitong fill in." He then looked up and raised his voice. "Besides, do you have a better candidate right now?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line before the voice said, "In that case, you’d better keep a close eye on this promising prospect."

"I put up the sunshade, and now I have to handle the fertilizing and watering too?" Master Gao turned around and said, "I don’t think that kid is so delicate. Whether or not he can reach the level you and I hope for depends on if he can hold back and build up his strength."

"You had a plan all along, didn’t you? Since it was your idea, you see it through. Don’t drop the ball." With that, the line went dead, giving him no chance to reply.

Master Gao froze for a second, then looked at the receiver. "Old bastard, dumping his problems on me again." He thought for a moment, then dialed another number. After waiting a while for it to connect, he said, "Xiaocheng, it’s me, Gao Ping. Yes, I’m calling to have you take on a student. What trouble? Yes or no, give me a straight answer. Calling me Brother Gao won’t work either... Good, it’s settled then!"

After submitting the form, Chen Chuan didn’t just wait around. He first went to check out the Martial Arts Hall that Wei Chang’an had mentioned.

He had seen the building from a distance before. Its exterior resembled a giant, beautiful white seashell. The interior was just as open and spacious, giving it a very pleasant atmosphere.

This was the main training hall for Class B students. Many students were already sparring with one another—both male and female. A good number of them were upper-year students. Most were focused solely on their training, but some of the more lively ones were likely new freshmen.

As he walked in, he inevitably drew a few extra glances. The uniforms for A-class and Class B students were identical; the only difference was that one had a school emblem on the chest, and the other did not.

Although it was a bit strange for an A-class student like him to be there, no one said anything. They all just minded their own business.

Since he didn’t speak, no one took the initiative to strike up a conversation with him. Furthermore, wherever he went, the Class B students would actively make way for him or let him pass first.

Their attitude seemed respectful on the surface, but he also sensed a deep feeling of distance and clear boundaries. It made him think of what Wei Chang’an had said. ’It seems like everyone abides by their own boundaries, operating only within the circles they’ve created for themselves or that have been imposed on them. It’s not just like this at the academy; it’s the same in the outside world, too.’

After watching for a while, he noticed that among the students training here, only a few had mastered the Breathing Technique. As for whether they had grasped Power, it was impossible to tell without fighting them. However, based on his understanding, one definitely couldn’t develop Power without the Breathing Technique.

As for their skills, their fundamentals were all solid, and everyone was training diligently. Observing them even gave him some inspiration. However, he didn’t notice that wherever his gaze landed, the people there would grow tense.

After watching for a long time, he figured he wouldn’t learn anything more by staying, so he left.

The moment he left, some of the people in the hall let out a sigh of relief.

"That was an A-class student, right? What was he doing here?"

"Was he a senior? I felt like his gaze was so intense."

"But that guy was pretty handsome."

A few of the upper-year Class B students, however, exchanged serious glances and didn’t say much. While Chen Chuan had been standing there, they had all felt a strong sense of threat from him.

This feeling wasn’t just some vague illusion. It was generated by his posture, his gaze, and the subtle, unconscious adjustments in his body. What’s more, his attention always seemed to fall on the openings and gaps in their techniques, which made them extremely uncomfortable.

At the same time, they felt a sense of defeat. They had never seen Chen Chuan before, meaning he was likely a new student.

They had originally thought that through their own hard work, they had caught up to the A-class students of their year. But now, they suddenly discovered that a single freshman could make them feel as if they had spikes at their backs. It was undoubtedly a heavy blow.

There was nothing more to say. They could only lower their heads and resume their silent, arduous training.

After leaving the hall, Chen Chuan went to Spring and Autumn Lake. He first ran a few laps around the lakeside track, then headed to one of the academy’s solo training halls. He trained until evening, had dinner at the cafeteria, and then returned to his dorm as dusk fell.

However, just as he reached his dorm room door and was about to take out his key, a voice called out from a distance, "Excuse me, wait a minute." He turned to see a short student jogging toward him, holding a piece of paper. He paused and asked, "Can I help you?"

The short student extended a hand and said, "Hello, are you the student from dorm four? I’m from dorm three. My name is Feng Xiaochi."

Chen Chuan shook his hand and replied, "Hello, Feng. I’m Chen Chuan."

Feng Xiaochi said excitedly, "Chen, it’s like this." He waved the paper in his hand. "Our dorm row needs to choose a group leader. This is to prevent communication issues with the internal message boxes. Any news from the academy or within the dorms will be communicated by the group leader. If any students need help, they can also inform the group leader first. I’ve nominated myself to be the group leader. Do you have any objections?"

Chen Chuan understood. ’It’s basically a glorified errand boy position.’ It might come with a little bit of authority, but he wasn’t interested. "Sure," he said. "I have no objections."

"Alright! Thanks, Chen." Feng Xiaochi grinned happily and went to knock on the door of dorm two. Someone was home, and a rather handsome young man emerged from inside.

Chen Chuan also went over to introduce himself. However, this young man didn’t seem to talk much. When asked his name, he just replied, "Luo Kaiyuan." When asked if he agreed to Feng Xiaochi being the group leader, he just said, "Fine."

As for dorm one, it seemed to be empty. Feng Xiaochi said he had arrived five days early, but he still hadn’t seen anyone move in next door, even though the room assignment diagram showed it was occupied.

As the three of them were talking, they suddenly heard the ding of an elevator, followed by the sound of slow, unhurried footsteps. An upper-year student wearing an imported suit, with a gentle face and glasses, walked toward them from down the hallway. He smiled at Chen Chuan and said, "Chen, we meet again."

Chen Chuan recognized him immediately. It was the senior who had received him during the second-round examination and introduced him to the Mutual Aid Association. He asked, "Senior, what brings you here?"

The senior put one hand in his pocket, adjusted his glasses, and said with a smile, "It’s nothing much. I’ve been entrusted by someone to have a private word with you, Chen."

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