I also want a wife like that

Mao Jian showed no excitement at being accepted, and replied with a sigh, "That's right, I was accepted into Class C. Which class are you in?"

Yang Ding pointed at Xiang Tianyou, "He and I are both your classmates."

Mao Jian did not recognize Xiang Tianyou, but politely extended his hand.

"Hey classmate, are you also a clueless noob who's just throwing your life away?"

"Are you fucking polite? I'm an Awakened One, you're the noob, your whole family are noobs."

"Impossible, an Awakened One competing against noobs like us."

These words were like rubbing salt into Xiang Tianyou's wounds.

Mao Jian is obviously an idiot. He actually wants to cultivate with these guys, and they might even work together in the law enforcement team in the future. He'll be screwed over sooner or later.

Xiang Tianyou's friend patted him on the shoulder.

"Tianyou, from now on we'll go our separate ways. These two mediocre idiots will be your comrades-in-arms who will fight alongside you through thick and thin."

"Impossible! You just wait and see. I have divine protection, and I'll definitely be promoted to Class B."

"The cultivation resources and techniques for the top-tier and second-tier classes are completely different from yours. Your father is also dead. Do you still have the money to buy high-level cultivation resources?"

Xiang Tianyou felt a chill run down his spine after being doused with cold water.

These sarcastic remarks were made to his ordinary high school classmates, and now the retribution is coming on to him.

Without the free cultivation resources provided by the school cafeteria, he would need to buy them himself, which would cost 20,000 to 30,000 yuan per month, and even if his father were alive, he couldn't afford it.

Ye Rou, who had been silent for a while, added more salt to his wound.

She pulled Yang Ding aside and comforted him, "It's okay, honey. I can afford the cultivation resources, and I'll also transfer my true energy to you."

Just then, the discipline director's voice came over the loudspeaker.

"The information of all martial arts academy freshmen on the list has been entered into the system. Please take your places and go to your respective classes."

Fang Jing patted Yang Ding on the shoulder, "Alright, I have to go teach my students now. Wait for me after school this afternoon. Sister Jing will treat you to dinner to celebrate."

Yang Ding and Ye Rou walked toward the gate of the martial arts academy. This time, he was not stopped at the gate; he was allowed to pass simply by having his face scanned.

Yang Ding whispered in Ye Rou's ear, "Wife, can I call you anytime from now on? Do you have your own office?"

"I do have a private office, but you're a student, so you can't come to my place."

"You can talk to me," Yang Ding whispered in her ear.

"Talk to you my foot! I only teach close combat techniques to the top and second-tier classes. You're so mean, what are you planning to do when you get home tonight?"

Mao Jian, the tagalong, nudged Yang Ding. "Dude, I'm not deaf. You don't think I'm deaf, do you? Can't you guys be a little more discreet?"

Ye Rou shyly shook off Yang Ding's hand and strode to her classroom.

This treatment made the surrounding classmates drool with envy.

There are a total of 2500 students in Class C, divided into 25 classes with 100 students in each class.

Yang Ding and Mao Jian were both assigned to Class Two. When they found their classroom, they saw Xiang Tianyou sitting in the front row as soon as they entered.

"Damn, this is such a coincidence!" Mao Jian said excitedly.

Xiang Tianyou felt like dying. He was a proud man and didn't want to pay any attention to these two.

He was already in a bad mood today, but those two guys just wouldn't leave him alone.

He will definitely kill Yang Ding with his own hands and tear him to pieces when he gets the chance in the future.

Yang Ding didn't stand on ceremony and plopped down on his left, while Mao Jian sat on his right.

Xiang Tianyou said impatiently, "There are so many empty seats in the back, why are you all crowding next to me?"

Yang Ding laughed and said, "I've said it before, your father was kind to me, and I will repay you properly in the future."

"roll!"

Yang Ding was deliberately trying to disgust this guy, so of course he wouldn't leave.

Soon after, the counselor for Class Two arrived.

Classes A and B have many gifted instructors like Ye Rou and Fang Jing, who came from special programs for gifted children.

Class C and Class D instructors are ordinary martial arts instructors whose cultivation level generally does not exceed the third rank.

The counselor tapped the materials on the podium.

"This is a copy of the moves and mental techniques of the 'Thunderbolt Saber Technique' that I'm giving you. Take a copy each and practice it whenever you have free time."

"Those with money should buy good knives; those without money should wait until they have memorized the manual and then go to the Jiangling University Law Enforcement Team office to collect their standard knives."

"Okay, then go to the cafeteria for lunch at 12 noon. Those with money can buy their own cultivation resources, while those without money will just have set meals. After lunch, come back to practice."

"Okay, that's settled. No fighting, no duels. Everyone practice on their own first."

The counselor left after speaking.

Hundreds of students waited patiently in the classroom for more than ten minutes, but no one returned.

Xiang Tianyou, who had spent a month in Class B, was completely dumbfounded.

"Holy crap, he's just leaving like that? He's just abandoning us?"

On the first day of class B, the ten instructors asked each student to demonstrate their best technique and then introduce themselves.

The instructors will be very patient in guiding everyone.

The Class A and Class B classes do not have everyone practice the same technique. Instead, they choose the appropriate technique based on each person's characteristics and preferences.

The difference is just too big.

Mao Jian patted Yang Ding on the shoulder, "Looks like you jumped from a sow care training class to a law enforcement training class. This is not college at all."

"It just goes to show that the law enforcement team really needs to feed their own people."

Yang Ding didn't really care. Whether he practiced swordsmanship or saber techniques, he would practice his wife's spear techniques when no one was paying attention to him.

He and Mao Jian each took a copy of "Thunderbolt Knife Technique".

This sword technique is the basic sword technique of the law enforcement team, which the team members use for daily practice. It's basically free, and the difficulty is not as high as "Nine Sword Styles".

Besides practical experience, it also requires a great deal of personal cultivation.

Yang Ding and Mao Jian first memorized the inner cultivation method, and then used the black gold sword as a knife to train freely outside the door.

Outside the gate, a thousand or two people had gathered on the playground, each pondering the "Thunderbolt Saber Technique".

Yang Ding lent his sword to Mao Jian, while he himself put two fingers together, pretending to use his fingers as a knife, but in reality, he was using his fingers as a spear to practice the Soul-Severing Spear Technique.

Nobody could understand it, and nobody cared what he was actually practicing.

Soon, it was lunchtime.

Just as Yang Ding was putting the things into his bag, Ye Rou leaned out from the doorway, peeking out her pretty head.

"Honey, let's go eat."

Yang Ding quickly said to Mao Jian, "You eat by yourself, I'm going to keep my wife company."

Mao Jian was filled with envy, "I want a wife like that too."

Ye Rou took Yang Ding directly to the instructors' canteen, where Fang Jing had already reserved a spot and prepared the food.

"Over here, over here, come quick!"