Superpowers of Middle School Students

Chapter 9: Eating Noodles

Seeing Principal Wang walk into the office and close the door behind him, Kang Lin asked, “What should we do now, Teacher Wang Hong?”

“Didn’t you hear what Principal Wang said?” Teacher Wang Hong replied. “Let’s go to my dorm. I’ll cook some noodles for you.”

“What?” Kang Lin was stunned. “Isn’t it class time right now?”

“Are you still in any condition to attend class?” she said. “You’re going to participate in a competition tomorrow.”

She glanced at him and frowned slightly. “You look exhausted. You didn’t sleep well last night, did you? And you probably skipped breakfast too.”

“Do I really have to take part in the competition?” Kang Lin hurriedly changed the subject. “I don’t know anything about playing basketball!”

“Don’t overthink it,” Teacher Wang Hong said impatiently. “Just play casually when you’re on the court tomorrow.”

“Oh… alright,” Kang Lin replied.

“Don’t go back to the classroom,” she continued. “It’s a mess anyway—let Principal Wang deal with it. Come on, let’s go. I’ll cook you some noodles.”

Kang Lin hesitated. “Um… Ms. Wang Hong, is this really appropriate? Going to the teachers’ dormitory like this…”

“What’s inappropriate about it?” she shot back. “What nonsense are you thinking about? Hurry up, let’s go!”

Kang Lin had no choice but to follow her.

Soon, they arrived at the teachers’ dormitory. True to her word, teacher Wang Hong cooked a bowl of noodles for him.

“Eat up,” she said.

Kang Lin stared at the steaming bowl, overwhelmed. “I… I don’t even know how to thank you.”

“Hey, hey!” Teacher Wang Hong said.

“I never eat breakfast,” Kang Lin replied awkwardly. “It’s not that I’m too busy… I’m just used to it.”

“Skipping breakfast is bad for your health,” she scolded. “That won’t do at all. Stop rushing and eat properly! Go on—try my cooking.”

“Uh-huh…”

With no other choice, Kang Lin picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

“Well?” Teacher Wang Hong asked expectantly. “How is it? Is it tasty?”

“Uh-huh! Tasty! Very tasty!” Kang Lin nodded repeatedly.

In his heart, he muttered, What can you do when you’re under someone else’s roof? You have to bow your head.

Even if it doesn’t taste good, you still have to say it does.

“Kang Lin!”

Teacher Wang Hong suddenly fixed him with a sharp look. “Who taught you your martial arts? Your kung fu is so impressive—your master must be a person of great moral character!”

“Master?”

The word master caught Kang Lin completely off guard.

Kang Lin was about to say that he had a system, but the words caught in his throat. He swallowed it back down. Yes!

I have my own system. You absolutely must not tell anyone, or you might get into big trouble.

At that moment, teacher Wang Hong asked again, "What's wrong, Kang Lin? Is there something you can't say? Okay?"

Kang Lin also ate the rest of the noodles in his bowl in one big bite and said, "Teacher Wang Hong, are you trying to trick me with these noodles? Report it!"

No, the teacher is just concerned about you. I am your homeroom teacher and you are my student. Is it wrong for a teacher to care about their student?

Uh-huh!

That's right, but my master always taught me to be humble, extremely humble, and never to casually mention his name, so... Kang Lin is starting to spout nonsense with a straight face again, okay?

And Kang Lin himself almost believed it, okay?

He's a man of high moral character!

"I understand, I understand," Teacher Wang Hong said, "I just don't know if it's convenient for little friend Kang Lin."Please tell me the name of my teacher.

Yes!

At this point, even Teacher Wang Hong changed how she addressed Kang Lin, now calling him "little friend," clearly indicating that she wanted to treat Kang Lin as an equal.ah!

Kang Lin was also surprised!

You just made up a fictitious master, does he really have that much power?

Please forgive me, Ms. Wang Hong, but I really can't say this!

Otherwise, my master would have interrupted me. Yes!

Kang Lin is bragging again, all in a serious tone. Stand up.

If you don't tell me, and I don't tell you, no one will know.

Teacher Wang Hong said.

To be honest, my master was in my... A soul lamp was planted on it. Although my master doesn't usually look at me, what if he happens to see it?

So this really can't be said. At that moment, Kang Lin felt like I was bragging. My skills entered.

"Is it true that if you die, your master can use the soul lamp to find the murderer who killed you and then avenge you?" Teacher Wang Hong said.

hey-hey!

Kang Lin was surprised that he did not need to explain himself. Nodding, he said, “Yes, yes, that’s the kind of soul lamp.”

“You big dummy!” At this moment, Teacher Wang Hong sprang to her feet, hands on her hips, and snapped, “You dare lie to me, you little brat? Hurry up and confess, and you’ll be treated leniently; resist, and you’ll be punished severely! Otherwise, don’t blame me for being impolite!”

Did I say something wrong?

How could this be? Where's the filling?

Kang Lin reacted instantly, and then saw Kang Lin holding his arms..., he stammered, "What...what are you going to do?"

Just thinking Teacher Wang Hong was also extremely frustrated!

No... you, What does that mean?

It's like I'm about to sexually assault you.

Left with no other option, Ms. Wang Hong sat down and asked again.

Can't I really say?

Um, Ms. Wang Hong, you need to calm down, you can't do this here. Otherwise, you might lose your dorm room.

"It's okay, I can go a little easier on you," said Teacher Wang Hong.

Do you believe that a palm can knock down this wall?

"Kang Lin said."

That's bullshit!

Teacher Wang Hong said.

"No, let me prove it," Kang Lin said, looking around Wang Hong's dormitory. He noticed two shots put in the corner. Yes, after all... Teacher!

So Kang Lin walked to the corner, picked up a shot put, weighed it in his hand, and said, "Hmm!"

Teacher Wang Hong, please take a good look.

At this moment, Kang Lin held the shot put and exerted a little force... As a result, an indented fingerprint appeared on the shot put.

Then Kang Lin tore it open again with even greater force, and the entire shot put was instantly ripped apart. It was split in two.

Yes!

At that moment, Teacher Wang Hong was also stunned by Kang Lin's strength. Is this even human?

"This...you...you are a martial artist, and a high-level one at that," Teacher Wang Hong said.

Warrior?

What is a martial artist?

Kang Lin said, "I don't know."

A martial artist is someone who has reached a certain level of mastery in martial arts. Once one reaches the level of a martial artist, ordinary soldiers... None of them can harm a martial artist.

The term "martial artist" marks a dividing line between ordinary martial arts practitioners and those who are merely ants.

It means that when a martial arts practitioner can after sensing the existence of Qi, this person already has one leg. He has joined the ranks of martial artists.

When this martial artist can... If a person's qi (vital energy) is concentrated and not dispersed, and can be used in battle, then that person is a qualified martial artist.

Don't you know these things?

Teacher Wang Hong is suspected. He asked, "You need to know..." No matter how strong a person is, they cannot tear a shot put apart with their own strength. If they could, it would be because they used air.

So, Ms. Wang Hong, what level have you reached now?

"Kang Lin asked."

Me!

To my shame, just now I'm just a martial artist; I can't tear a shot put like that.

Teacher Wang Hong said.

"So, Miss Wang Hong, since there are martial artists, what's above martial artists?" Kang Lin asked curiously.

Beyond the Martial Arts Realm lies the Acquired Realm.

When a martial artist reaches the pinnacle of the Martial Arts Realm, if fate permits and the opportunity arises, they may step into the Acquired Realm. This transition is often referred to as the After-Tomorrow Stage.

The most obvious change is that true qi can now be projected onto the surface of the body—onto the fists, feet, or any other part—allowing it to be used directly in combat.

In the Martial Arts Realm, practitioners can only strengthen themselves internally. For example, by channeling true qi into a fist, they might generate a force of a thousand jin. With such power, they can run faster than a car and leap great distances.

At this stage, one relies on augmentation—strengthening the body with internal energy. With sufficient mastery, a martial artist can fight without swords or spears, relying solely on their physical form.

However, upon entering the Acquired Realm, it is no longer merely about augmentation. It is about manifesting true qi outward, revealing its true nature.

In actual combat, if an ordinary martial artist were to face someone in the Acquired Realm, the outcome would be instantaneous death. A difference of even one realm represents an overwhelming gap in strength.

(End of Chapter 9)