Just like the Fairy Nuo from Tianwu Academy whom he had encountered before, who taught Qin Chuan basic talismans.
This time, it was similar in approach, except this teacher was a middle-aged man, unremarkable in any particular way, and everyone else was drowsy.
Only Qin Chuan listened attentively. He was a special person; like a sponge absorbing water, he didn't just absorb the teacher's words
, but rather the extensions of what the teacher taught. For example, the teacher taught the simplest basics, but Qin Chuan immediately grasped them and deduced them to a very deep level.
However, this didn't mean that the teacher's words were unimportant.
On the contrary, they were the most important, because the teacher's explanation of the basics was truly magical. Although it was still the simplest principle, it was explained from a different direction, somewhat like opening one's mind.
Although it was like opening one's mind, any martial artist at their level would understand it immediately, after all, it was still the simplest thing.
At first, it sounded novel, but after a while, one would feel that it was nothing special. But this thing was like opening windows deep within Qin Chuan's heart.
Others only saw the surface, but Qin Chuan, for some reason, felt his understanding extend far and wide.
After all, others could also extend their understanding, but doing so too briefly diminished its significance.
This experience was no different from the talisman he had encountered before, except one was a talisman and the other the foundation of martial arts.
Qin Chuan placed great importance on the fundamentals; his foundation was exceptionally solid and stable. His cultivation had always emphasized practice makes perfect; with sufficient proficiency, even the mundane could be transformed into the extraordinary.
Perhaps for this reason, Qin Chuan now felt the inspiration from this fundamental explanation even more keenly, as if he had entered an ocean of martial arts knowledge.
Like a sponge absorbing water, even in just half a day, Qin Chuan learned an immeasurable amount, the benefits unimaginable.
It was like a sudden enlightenment, requiring only a single sentence, a single point of insight, to propel one to new heights.
While Qin Chuan hadn't yet reached that level, the benefits were immeasurable, as he could continue to absorb more.
Before he knew it, noon had arrived, and today's classes were over. There were no classes in the afternoon; he was free to cultivate and do whatever he wanted.
The students at the academy were quite relaxed, unless they became disciples of a powerful figure. Then they would be too busy to attend classes.
However, newcomers to Chu Zhou Academy usually spent a year or several years there before being chosen by some powerful figures to become their disciples.
After that, they wouldn't need to attend classes anymore.
Qin Chuan really wanted to follow this teacher and have him continue teaching him, but he thought it was impossible, and the other person wouldn't agree.
After all, they weren't familiar with each other, and it would be rash to approach him now. He should wait and see if they could have some interaction later, and if he could help the other person in any way, that would be even better.
At noon, after school, Qin Chuan should normally go home with Jiang Ranran, and he did indeed plan to do so.
On the way home, Jiang Ranran looked at Qin Chuan with a complicated expression, but just as they walked out of the school, there was someone standing there.
A person who stood out from the crowd; many people were looking at her, but she seemed to see nothing at all.
She stood there motionless.
Zhao Han!
Qin Chuan wasn't narcissistic, but he knew she was waiting for him, so he said to Jiang Ranran, "Go back first, tell my teacher and third uncle I'll be back later."
"Who cares, hmph!" Jiang Ranran said, and left.
Qin Chuan then walked towards Zhao Han. He definitely needed to settle things with this woman. After all, he had a conflict with Zhao Hao, even if it wasn't a big deal, it was still a matter.
"You're waiting for me?" Qin Chuan said calmly.
Zhao Han nodded: "Come with me!"
After saying that, Zhao Han led the way. Qin Chuan didn't follow, just stood there motionless. After taking two or three steps, Zhao Han stopped and turned around: "Are you scared?"
"Why would I be scared?" Qin Chuan asked.
"Then why won't you come with me?" Zhao Han frowned.
"Why should I go with you?" Qin Chuan countered.
Zhao Han was stunned. Indeed, why would she come with him? He had only been wishful thinking. After what had happened, they needed to sit down and talk.
It was noon, and she thought about sitting down with Qin Chuan for lunch and a chat. It wasn't that she liked Qin Chuan, or anything like that.
She just wanted to sit down and talk; there were some things that needed to be said, such as keeping her identity a secret. Actually, no one would believe her anyway, but she still hoped it wouldn't be revealed.
Also, she needed to resolve the issue between him and her brother. Since violence was unlikely to solve it, sitting down and being frank was a good solution.
Another reason was that Qin Chuan knew she was a woman, and she was very confident in her looks, feeling that Qin Chuan would definitely be with her.
But she hadn't expected that he seemed completely indifferent to her, giving her no special privileges whatsoever, which made her very uncomfortable.
She looked at Qin Chuan, and Qin Chuan looked at her indifferently.
Zhao Han lowered her eyes slightly. She realized that he wasn't acting this way to play hard to get; he genuinely didn't take her seriously.
This made her very uncomfortable. She was a prodigy of the Zhao family, showered with love and affection, and no one had ever said no to her.
Even the teachers and elders in the academy, as long as she sought someone's help, as long as it wasn't something that violated their principles, almost no one refused her.
This was the first time in her life that such a trivial request had been rejected. She had never known what it felt like to be rejected, but now she finally did.
Not much disappointment, but more curiosity, she remained silent for a moment before saying, "I'll treat you to a meal. We can talk about things between us, and between you and Zhao Hao, how about that?"
At this, the people around her erupted in excitement.
"Zhao Han's invitation was rejected? What's going on? What's wrong with the world…?"
"Is this young man playing hard to get? Is Zhao Han a man or a woman? Does this guy like Zhao Han?"
"What difference does it make if I like Zhao Han? I don't care if he's a man or not. I like her. Even if he were a man, he's so beautiful. His gender doesn't matter anymore. I just need to treat him like a woman…" The
people around her
were speechless. Actually, many people thought the same way, which is why Zhao Han had reached such a level in the academy.
No one really cared whether he was a man or a woman; they liked him, and they could like the liking between a man and a woman.
"Do you think Zhao Han likes this guy? This is the first time I've seen her invite someone."