Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 200 - 174: Pilot Project on Fundamental Business, Special Recruitment by Prestigious Schools

Chapter 200: Chapter 174: Pilot Project on Fundamental Business, Special Recruitment by Prestigious Schools

"Come at me."

With one leg in front and the other behind, slightly bent, Tang Tang cupped her hands to protect her chest and head, lightly hopping like a butterfly, her gloved hands beckoning slightly forward.

She looked full of confidence.

Before Zhou Ping’an could even make a move, she quickly added, "But you can’t hit the face, okay?"

It’s not just the face.

Zhou Ping’an rolled his eyes inwardly.

Out loud, he replied, "Alright."

Pushing off with the tips of his toes as if gliding on ice, he zipped up to Tang Tang with a whoosh.

A stabbing fist shot out like an arrow, heading straight for Tang Tang’s forehead.

I’m not hitting the face, but what about the head, is it okay?

"Not good, too fast."

Zhou Ping’an held back his strength, controlled his speed, and threw a punch...

"Boom"!

Where the fist wind passed, the hair covering part of Tang Tang’s face flew backward sharply.

Her phoenix eyes widened as if she hadn’t reacted yet.

’I’ve underestimated my own rate of progress and overestimated senior sister’s reaction speed, being too heavy-handed even when fighting enemies recently.’

Zhou Ping’an’s fist did not make solid contact; he reduced speed and then force. Finally, when Tang Tang came to her senses, she tilted her head to dodge the punch and lowered her body slightly, sweeping her long leg toward his ankle.

"Alright, that was in slow motion."

Zhou Ping’an fought the urge to kick his senior sister and make her fall, lightly lifting his leg to avoid it, ready for her whirlwind kick and combo punch.

His hands deflected and struck in succession, keeping all attacks in front of him.

Tang Tang’s way of attack was free combat.

Striking with fist and leg together, combined with wrestling, her technique could not be said to be unskilled.

It was apparent that she had practiced diligently in recent times.

When she fought now, it was like a wild tiger, with a relentless and dense succession of fist winds and leg shadows, not stopping for a moment.

Applause erupted from around them.

As they cheered, their voices gradually subsided.

Everyone stared blankly at Zhou Ping’an...

They found that after the two began fighting, Zhou Ping’an took one step forward and was fixed in place like a nail, not moving at all.

No matter how high Tang Tang jumped or how low she dipped, employing all manner of tactics.

He just needed to block with his left fist, pull away with his right, or lift a leg, tuck in his chest, turn his torso.

And then Tang Tang’s attacks were as if hitting air.

She didn’t land a single blow.

Working up a sweat from exertion, she started to pant as well.

Zhou Ping’an, however, continued to stand there at ease as if he hadn’t even warmed up yet.

How was she supposed to fight this?

Tang Tang suddenly stopped.

She took off her boxing gloves and smiled.

"It’s not very interesting to fight with me, is it?"

"It’s interesting. Senior sister, your punches and kicks are really strong... see, I had a hard time blocking, I’m sweating too,"

Zhou Ping’an quickly pointed to the sweat dripping from his forehead, showing that he was tired too.

Of course, it’s interesting.

Senior sister’s moves come in waves, even if I ignore everything else, just watching Peach is already worth the price of admission.

"Alright, enough with the acting, Zhou, great master. Let’s find a quiet place and you can teach me," Tang Tang said.

Tang Tang suppressed the disappointment in her heart and began to look forward again.

This was the arrangement.

"It probably won’t work here, let’s go to Dragon Tiger Boxing Gym," Zhou Ping’an suggested.

"Oh right, your disciple, it’s been several days, and you haven’t taught him a single move, aren’t you standing him up?" Tang Tang remarked.

"Teaching one is teaching, two is also teaching, let’s teach both at once."

Zhou Ping’an was curious how Lan Xiaotian was doing and whether he could endure the hardship.

He knew that even though his junior sister Dong Mingyue spoke in a gentle and quiet voice, she was very serious when it came to martial arts.

When she taught boxing, she was very earnest.

He hoped Lan Xiaotian wouldn’t end up crying.

Perhaps he couldn’t bear the hardship and President Lan had already taken him home.

...

The two set off.

This time, Zhou Ping’an drove.

That short-lived sparring session hadn’t lasted long.

Yet Tang Tang felt a slight sense of weakness.

Now, sitting in the car, her heart was still pounding.

She knew why this was happening.

It was because Zhou Ping’an, standing on the platform, had put too much pressure on her.

Every glance from his eyes gave her the sense of a life hanging by a thread, thus, when punching or kicking, she went all out, not holding back.

Even more disturbing was that once she started attacking, she dared not stop.

Fearful that if she did, Zhou Ping’an would suddenly throw a punch, and she would be sent flying.

This feeling was strange.

It was as if there was a mountain in front of her, a mountain that could collapse at any moment, and it would be too late to dodge when it did.

After fighting for a minute and a half.

She felt out of breath and fatigued...

Half from exhaustion, half from fear.

"Why are you always looking at me?" Zhou Ping’an, while driving, still noticed that his senior sister was peeking at him with a very peculiar expression.

"I’m just wondering, what kind of magical pills have you taken to describe your improvement as soaring like an airplane isn’t good enough."

Tang Tang didn’t hide it, voicing her doubts candidly.

"What else could I eat? The same meals as you every day," Zhou Ping’an said, unsure of how to respond, playfully dodging the question.

"It’s true that I had a sudden enlightenment though, senior sister. Do you believe in legends written in books about sudden advances in martial arts after a moment of enlightenment?"

"Sudden enlightenment?"

Tang Tang’s eyes widened.

"Yes, sudden enlightenment, and there have been several times at that. How else could those secret techniques come about?

They are all insights I’ve gained from the ancient fist manuals. Just give it a try, and you’ll know. It’s not that mysterious."

Zhou Ping’an knew that his secret would sooner or later arouse suspicion.

Whether they knew about the mirror or not, they couldn’t possibly understand... how a person who was merely a bit stronger than average just a short while ago could suddenly become even more monstrous than a monster.

Not even mythologies are written like that.

It’s because Tang Tang is informal and curious that she’s asking.

Others aren’t the same.

The less they understand, the more they want to figure it out.

And of course, the most important thing is to possess it for themselves.

Whatever can transform a person so drastically in a short period, making them incredibly powerful.

Anyone with a brain can understand just how immense the interests involved are.

Zhou Ping’an’s background couldn’t fool anyone...

Dong Qingshan’s past is also verifiable.

Combining the fact that both of them became strong without prior arrangement, and considering the matter of General Wenshan’s Tomb, even the densest of people would, one day, realize where exactly the problem lies.

At that time, if you want others to leave you alone, you’ll have to find an excuse or share some of the benefits.

An excuse that makes sense.

Even if others find out, they can only watch helplessly. That kind of excuse.

Tang Tang provides a very good opportunity for a breakthrough.

He is also the benchmark that Zhou Ping’an intentionally set up.

The method to become stronger is right here.

But, it’s useless to harbor ulterior motives to obtain this method...

Come and beg me.

One sign may not be enough.

What about after setting up several benchmarks?

Even the fake can become real.

Moreover, what Zhou Ping’an is prepared to offer isn’t something fake at all.

He has merely hidden some key things...

Like time travel.

Like, some more miraculous Martial Arts.

Overreaching will only pull a muscle.

Zhou Ping’an plans to proceed step by step.

Initially, releasing a bit of information serves both as a probe and an explanation.

If after this, there are still those who don’t believe and recklessly take chances, then they can’t blame me for being ruthless.

The reputation of "Zhou, King of Hell," is not unfounded.

There’s another factor that compels Zhou Ping’an to act this way.

The speech given by Councilor Chen that day was indeed fabulous.

Though she is an enemy with deep hostility towards me and has taken action against me,

there was truth in her words.

Perhaps now the stability can be ensured, and Dongjiang won’t fall into chaos again.

But it’s not possible to assure that the ferocious beasts outside will forever stay tame and docile.

Nor can it be guaranteed that foreign countries won’t infiltrate and attack...

If the price of peace and stability is to turn our own people into frail sheep,

what is to be done when facing wolves?

We can’t depend on just one person to fight back and forth.

Even if one has a body of iron, how many nails can that person drive?

It would be exhausting to death.

Therefore, deep in Zhou Ping’an’s heart, an immature idea began to form.

Perhaps, just maybe, I should do something.

For now, I don’t have much say nor hold any significant status, so I can afford to pace my steps a bit smaller.

When I have enough prestige and status, when no one dares gossip anymore, then it might be possible to set up a pilot project in Dongjiang, or rather, cultivate a group of supporters.

These thoughts are too far off.

With Dragon Tiger Boxing Gym in sight, Zhou Ping’an could already hear the rhythmic sounds of "puff puff huh huh" from the practice of fists.

...

Zhou Lan felt like today was like walking in a dream.

Very surreal.

The day before, her mom was hired as a first-year language teacher at Minglan High School, which was already beyond belief.

Today, when she was called to the school by a teacher, she thought it was to distribute a collection of real test papers to gear up for the final sprint...

She didn’t expect to encounter this kind of situation.

"Zhou Lan, please come to my office. The principal is waiting too. You can continue writing later," said Teacher Qi, the math teacher and class advisor, a man in his forties with male-pattern baldness. He took his academic responsibilities seriously but was somewhat status-conscious.

For students from wealthy families, he had endless patience and spoke very kindly.

For those from less affluent backgrounds, it was like facing a storm.

Every word dripped with the frustration of hopes unfulfilled, and his words pierced like shards of glass.

He often said, "Student Wang will inherit a factory; even if he doesn’t get into a good university, he can take over the family business after graduation and never worry about food and clothing. He could sleep all day if he wants. What assets do you have to inherit? Follow his example and sleep, and in a month, you’ll end up screwing bolts in a factory..."

"Another leave of absence? Zhou Lan, I’m not telling you not to take care of your mom, but this is a critical moment in life.

If you miss these few days and fail to get into a top university, later in life, you won’t be able to find a good job or make much money.

I’m aware of your family situation. If you waste this opportunity, you won’t be able to afford treatment, and you’ll ruin not just your future but also your mom’s," he would say.

Whether you view his words as heartfelt advice or overly pragmatic, the fact remains that Teacher Qi’s attitude towards a student like Zhou Lan, whose grades were fair but not outstanding enough to ensure entry into a top school, and who had a plethora of family issues, was not exactly kind.

In fact, he demanded even more from her.

When he looked at her, it was as if he saw a hopeless, ignorant child, ready to burst into a tirade at any moment.

Yet today, Teacher Qi’s demeanor was entirely different; his face was so stretched with a smile, it almost bloomed like a chrysanthemum.

The tone of his voice was so gentle it bordered on cloying, and the way he looked at Zhou Lan was as if he was beholding a priceless treasure.

"Whoosh..."

Zhou Lan gasped in shock.

It felt so unfamiliar, it really was discomforting.

Even the principal had been alerted; could it be that the school was taking a hard line on absenteeism to set an example?

Perhaps fearing she would be upset, the teacher was being nicer to her.

"Teacher, I was just about to tell you that I don’t need to take any more leaves next month," Zhou Lan said, anxious.

"It’s not about taking leave. You can take as much time as you need without worrying about affecting your grades. No, that’s not correct, you don’t need to take exams at all," Teacher Qi spread his mouth into a wide grin, revealing his stained teeth, his eyebrows almost flying off his face in joy.

"What?" asked Zhou Lan in utter disbelief, her eyes reddening.

All around, the students were astounded.

Could the consequences for missing school be so severe?

Surely the school wasn’t being that heartless.

"Teacher, Zhou Lan’s family situation is unavoidable."

"Yes, her mother is ill..."

Several close classmates of Zhou Lan couldn’t help but speak up.

"Stop, stop, what are you talking about? It’s not that we’re not letting her take exams, it means that Zhou Lan doesn’t need to take exams..." Teacher Qi burst out laughing: "Teachers from Zhuxia University and Federal University have visited our school, they want to recruit Zhou Lan directly."

"What...?"

"No way."

The classroom suddenly became a stir of excitement.

Zhuxia University and Federal University are top-tier universities, ranking among the top ten worldwide.

Who among the many students wouldn’t dream of being admitted to these institutions?

Zhou Lan has received a special admission offer from them?

She must be dreaming, mishearing this, right?

...

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