You should be secretly happy

By the time Yang Ding ran to the playground, morning exercises had already begun.

"The Ninth Set of Broadcast Gymnastics of the Jinglong Empire, now beginning, Section 1: Jumping Exercises."

The sight of 100,000 students jumping together was quite spectacular.

The instructors' attention was all on the first two groups; who cared how high the sow care, grain planting, and screw-tightening workers could jump?

The most exaggerated jumps are from the Martial Arts Academy, where senior students can reach the fourth rank of cultivation and easily leap hundreds of meters into the air.

The gap between freshmen is huge. Some are talented, come from good families, and have abundant resources for cultivation, and can jump more than ten meters high.

Some of them have just awakened, and are only slightly better than ordinary people, about five or six meters tall.

The academy of superpowers relies on bouncing around on objects; they do gymnastics not to train physical strength, but to train mental strength.

Only the ordinary students at the Institute of Workers and Peasants were like short, stout gourds, panting after just a few jumps.

The chubby boy with glasses was so tired he was about to have a heart attack. He was quite surprised to see Yang Ding jump more than two meters high.

"Yang Ding, why are you jumping so high?"

"Oh, am I tall?"

Yang Ding was staring at the sky and had no idea.

He felt that as a grown man, he couldn't always let his wife work hard to support him; he had to work hard too, so he danced very happily.

During martial arts gymnastics, one can initially feel the flow of true qi and learn how to circulate it.

"You not only jump high, but you can also keep it up."

The chubby boy was filled with envy; he was Yang Ding's high school classmate, and they both majored in sow care.

He was paired up on his first day of university, and after only four nights living with his wife, he already felt inadequate.

Yang Ding stopped and realized that everyone else was exhausted and grumbling, while he himself wasn't even out of breath.

There seemed to be a force emanating continuously from my body to my limbs.

Ye Rou's Qi-Nourishing Pill does have a certain enhancement effect.

"Hu Feng, look how out of breath you are! Why don't you join me in my workout?"

"With Instructor Ye's looks, I bet your kidneys can only be arrogant for a few days."

Yesterday, Hu Feng was particularly envious of Yang Ding, but now he thinks that ugly old woman is better. Ten times is enough, twenty times will make him feel disgusted, and he will never be greedy for alcohol.

For ordinary men, the only way to live a few more years is to focus on health and wellness.

When the fog cleared, Yang Ding realized that Ye Rou was leading the free exercise session for the eighth period today.

On the platform, she wore a black quick-drying, fitted sportswear, wielding a red-tasseled spear with agility, sometimes as powerful as a dragon emerging from the sea, and sometimes as nimble and agile as a swallow skimming the water.

He was agile and had an exceptional physique.

Thirty thousand male students watched with drooling eyes, finding it hard to imagine the joy of having such a beautiful wife.

Hu Feng swallowed hard. If he could have a wife like that, he wouldn't mind living a few years less.

"Your wife is as beautiful as an angel, while my wife is as ugly as a sow. How can we be brothers in the future?"

Only Yang Ding was focused on practicing his exercises, while his wife could look at him however she wanted and do whatever she wanted after she got home.

He put two fingers together, using them as a gun, imitating Ye Rou's gun techniques.

Because the system was copying Ye Rou's marksmanship, Yang Ding learned it very quickly, and some moves seemed to be hidden deep in his memory.

【Affection Level: 1.3%↑】

[Cultivation Progress: 1.35%↑]

The affection level did not increase, but the cultivation progress increased.

If I continue to cultivate and combine it with my wife's cultivation level, wouldn't I be able to reach the sixth rank or even higher?

After finishing his morning exercises, he felt completely refreshed and relaxed.

"Yang Ding, why are you practicing so hard? You can't be a martial artist. You don't need martial arts to take care of sows."

Yang Ding made a gesture to stop, "Little Fatty Hu, I can only stay with you for another month at most."

"What nonsense are you talking about? You think you're all that just because you married a high-class wife?"

The jobs at the College of Workers and Peasants are lifelong. Housing, food, wages, and medical care are all provided by the pig farm, and children are born on the pig farm.

This used to be a great place to just laze around and wait to die, but now Yang Ding can no longer enjoy it.

"My wife wants me to take the monthly exam at the martial arts academy. If I pass, I can change my major."

"But you haven't awakened yet. Your muscles and bones can't be tempered. Those guys could beat you to pieces with one punch. Wouldn't it be better if you just stayed with us and raised pigs?"

"She concocted pills for me and then channeled her inner energy into me; passing the test shouldn't be a problem."

Hu Feng stood there, stunned.

Refining pills requires a lot of money, which Ye Rou might have, but martial arts instructors earn extremely high incomes.

This world is one where 70% of the slaves support 30% of the awakened.

But using one's own true energy to support an ordinary person is just too outrageous.

These two have only been married for one night.

Does Yang Ding have some special tricks for dealing with women?

Yang Ding waved his hand in front of Hu Feng's face. "What's with that expression? Aren't you happy for your brother?"

A few days ago, Yang Ding had nowhere to stay, so Hu Feng brought him food and invited him to sleep on the floor at his house.

Hu Feng watched as the large, buck-toothed, fat woman weighing over 160 pounds walked over, and patted Yang Ding on the shoulder in grief and indignation.

"I want to be happy, but I just can't feel happy."

His wife's name is Luo Guihua. She studied veterinary medicine and was also Yang Ding's high school classmate.

"Yang Ding, how's your instructor's wife? Does she let you touch her?" she asked.

"We've explored every possible place; we're planning to have three children."

"I don't believe it. Instructor Ye looks like the kind of girl who is high and mighty. She's a martial arts genius from the gifted youth program. How could she possibly be interested in ordinary people like us?"

Luo Guihua patted Hu Feng on the shoulder, "Honey, you should be secretly happy to have found a wife like me who will never find fault with you."

Hu Fengsheng nodded dejectedly, "Yes, yes, yes."

Few of the other high school classmates who came to watch believed that Yang Ding could pass the monthly exam.

We were all just chickens, destined to spend the rest of our lives together in a farm, but you, of all people, want to fly up to the top and become a phoenix. Who can stand that?

The Institute of Technology and Agriculture was essentially a technical school. Most majors only required one year of study before students were assigned to work in the corresponding units.

Because of their large production volume, pork and chicken became the only two types of meat in the empire, and more than 100 million people relied on these two animals for nutrition.

The pig farming major is extremely specialized, including sow care, boar breeding, hygiene and disease prevention, manure treatment, slaughtering, and so on. Everyone takes classes in the same teaching building.

This school building has 3,000 pigsties and houses 10,000 pigs.

The so-called classrooms were actually these pigsties.

The first three days were all theoretical classes, and today we will start practical classes, assisting sows in giving birth, with the main focus on practice making perfect.

During the three practical classes in the morning, Yang Ding delivered more than twenty piglets, and his whole body reeked of fishy stench.

The bearded counselor, holding a ruler and with his hands behind his back, paced back and forth in the cubicles, shouting at the top of his lungs.

"Your only value is raising pigs. Don't complain about the dirt, don't slack off, and don't grumble."

"Don't think you're superior to pigs. Without these pigs, you'd be the scum of the empire, and we'd be eating you."

Hu Feng's back couldn't take it anymore, and he had just stood up to stretch when he was hit hard on the face with a ruler.

His face jiggled and then turned bright red.

The sound of being slapped in the face attracted the attention of many students, but no one dared to utter a sound.

The counselor pointed a ruler at Hu Feng's nose and asked aggressively, "Who told you to be lazy?"

He was just looking for someone to vent his anger on and establish his authority, and these guys were even more obedient than the previous administration.

Hu Feng covered his ears, "Instructor, my back..."

Snapped!

He received another hard blow to his left cheek with the ruler.

"Who told you to eat so much fatter than a pig?" Then the counselor pointed at Yang Ding next to him, "Why isn't his back sore? Get down and continue delivering babies."

Hu Feng's eyes were bloodshot. He looked at his wife Luo Guihua, then at Yang Ding, before squatting down, enduring the immense humiliation.

"Get to work! What are you looking at?"

The counselor struck Luo Guihua's face hard with the ruler again.

When the ruler was about to strike Yang Ding, he caught it.

"Hey, you're pretty quick-witted."

The counselor snatched back the ruler and was about to strike a second time when it stopped in mid-air.

"Are you Yang Wei, Instructor Ye's husband?"