“I’m a two-chambered glipher,” Chor Shing Chit answered honestly. “I’ve broken through both the left hand and right-hand chambers,” he said, raising his hands.
Hearing him, most of the class, except Chan Ngou Tin and Chui Yim, jumped in excitement.
Southary might’ve been a metropolis, but gliphers were still hard to find. Until now, the most powerful glipher in Southary was only a three-chambered glipher, but their teacher currently standing in front of them was a two-chambered glipher! This surprised and excited the children.
But Chan Ngou Tin, who enrolled in the Riding Clouds Academy just for Chor Shing Chit, already knew about this. Chor Shing Chit was why the Chan clan decided to send Chan Ngou Tin to the Riding Clouds Academy. Not only was it uncommon for academies to have two-chambered gliphers as teachers, it was also extremely rare to find battle type gliphers like Chor Shing Chit.
As for Chui Yim, who had reincarnated, this was nothing to him.
“Okay, let’s get back to the topic. This will be your first fitness class.” Chor Shing Chit hugged his arm and walked past the group of duckli-… six-years olds.
“As a glipher, it’s important to stay fit as you’ll need to make your body into gliph to gain energliph. Simply put, your body is a jug. A jug that you store energliph in. The stronger you get, the larger the capacity your body will have. It can even expand so much that it’s enough to store a lake, sea, or even the entire world in it.
“Thus, as a glipher, the training of your body is of utmost importance.
“Unless you’re a gliphist that is.
“A gliphist makes use of their wind chamber to store energliph. Moreover, they have more things they need to learn in comparison to a glipher, so a gliphist will focus on knowledge instead of their physical ability.
“I’ll start introducing gliphism to you tomorrow. Let me see how fit each of you are today.
“You’ll be running around the sports hall for today’s lesson. You can stop when you’re tired. As it’s your first lesson today, I won’t go too hard on you guys. I’ll just be testing out your limits.”
Hearing Chor Shing Chit, the class sighed in relief. After all, they were only six-years-old; knowing that their teacher wouldn’t be too harsh was a relief.
“However....” Chor Shing Chit continued, smiling mysteriously. “The student who lasts the longest and completes the most rounds will become the class captain.
“As the name suggests, you’ll be the leader of the class.” It was hard to believe how exaggerated such a righteous-looking man looked when he gave a sly look.
“Sir.” A student raised his hand.
Don’t tell me it’s Chan Ngou Tin again. Chor Shing Chit sighed. But to his surprise, it was the bald student, Chui Yim.
“What’s wrong, Chui Yim?”
This was the first time Chan Ngou Tin heard Chui Yim’s name. He repeated it in his head again and again, as if wanting to engrave it in his mind.
“Sir, can I ask what are the benefits of being a class captain?”
Chor Shing Chit stared at him blankly. What kind of question is this?
“A class captain is the class representative. It’s a well-respected position that holds great responsibility,” Chan Ngou Tin said, side-eyeing Chui Yim. “A country bumpkin like you won’t understand.”
However, Chui Yim didn’t even spare Chan Ngou Tin a glance. “Sir, are there any pros to being a class captain at all?” His reaction nearly made Chan Ngou Tin erupt.
“Hmm…” Chor Shing Chit thought hard, rubbing his chin.
This was the first time he had ever received such a question. After all, which kid didn’t love to show off as the most powerful person in class? Yet a student was asking about benefits!
“Hmm… The greatest benefit is that you’d be able to get free meals at the canteen,” Chor Shing Chit said, feeling slightly embarrassed. Is this even considered a benefit?
“Free meals?” Chui Yim repeated, eyes glowing in anticipation. “Okay. Thank you, Sir. I don’t have any more questions.”
“Alright.” Chor Shing Chit coughed, trying to make things less awkward.
“Let’s start.”
At his command, all the ducklings… six-year-olds started their run.
Chan Ngou Tin and Chui Yim were no doubt the most outstanding students among them all.
As soon as Chor Shing Chit started, Chan Ngou Tin ran at lightning speed, leaving all his other classmates far behind him. As for Chui Yim, he was last. He was so slow that he looked like he was jogging.
One was first while the other was last, with the rest of the class in between them.
The first round, the second round…
Chan Ngou Tin was already on his third round while Chui Yim was still on his second round. When Chan Ngou Tin passed by Chui Yim, he looked at him disdainfully but was ignored as Chui Yim was fully focused on his run.
Chor Shing Chit watched everything silently. But his eyes were on Chui Yim most of the time.
He’s strange.
From his build, there’s no way he’s so weak. Could it be that he only built his muscles and not his stamina?
Moreover, the expression in his eyes or his vibes isn’t something that a six-year-old should have. Everything about him is different. I can’t help but keep watching this student.
Chan Ngou Tin’s a kid who grew up training and eating g-food. His performance is normal for his background.
Chan Ngou Tin started to slow down when he reached his eighth round. At the same time, most students were only on their fourth round, and those who were on their fifth round were already on the ground, gasping for breath. As six-year-old kids, those were already great results, all thanks to Chor Shing Chit’s “class captain” bait.
When Chan Ngou Tin was on his ninth round, only two students were still running. Currently, Chui Yim was on his fourth round.
Chan Ngou Tin lapped Chui Yim once more and finished his eleventh round. He was already worn out by then, but he gritted his teeth and persevered despite his legs feeling jelly. At last, he fell to the ground before he finished his twelfth round.
At the same time, Chui Yim had just finished his sixth round. The entire class was now watching Chui Yim jog while resting.
“Sir, Chui Yim might be able to last a longer time, but the total number of rounds is what matters, right?”
Of course, it was Chan Ngou Tin who asked this.
“Yeah.” Chor Shing Chit nodded. “If he runs less rounds than you, you’ll still be the class captain.”
“Let’s see how much longer you can last.” Chan Ngou Tin snorted, watching Chui Yim who jogged as slow as an old man.
Chui Yim was really slow, so slow as if he was brisk walking, but you couldn’t argue that he wasn’t
“I’m a two-chambered glipher,” Chor Shing Chit answered honestly. “I’ve broken through both the left hand and right-hand chambers,” he said, raising his hands.
Hearing him, most of the class, except Chan Ngou Tin and Chui Yim, jumped in excitement.
Southary might’ve been a metropolis, but gliphers were still hard to find. Until now, the most powerful glipher in Southary was only a three-chambered glipher, but their teacher currently standing in front of them was a two-chambered glipher! This surprised and excited the children.
But Chan Ngou Tin, who enrolled in the Riding Clouds Academy just for Chor Shing Chit, already knew about this. Chor Shing Chit was why the Chan clan decided to send Chan Ngou Tin to the Riding Clouds Academy. Not only was it uncommon for academies to have two-chambered gliphers as teachers, it was also extremely rare to find battle type gliphers like Chor Shing Chit.
As for Chui Yim, who had reincarnated, this was nothing to him.
“Okay, let’s get back to the topic. This will be your first fitness class.” Chor Shing Chit hugged his arm and walked past the group of duckli-… six-years olds.
“As a glipher, it’s important to stay fit as you’ll need to make your body into gliph to gain energliph. Simply put, your body is a jug. A jug that you store energliph in. The stronger you get, the larger the capacity your body will have. It can even expand so much that it’s enough to store a lake, sea, or even the entire world in it.
“Thus, as a glipher, the training of your body is of utmost importance.
“Unless you’re a gliphist that is.
“A gliphist makes use of their wind chamber to store energliph. Moreover, they have more things they need to learn in comparison to a glipher, so a gliphist will focus on knowledge instead of their physical ability.
“I’ll start introducing gliphism to you tomorrow. Let me see how fit each of you are today.
“You’ll be running around the sports hall for today’s lesson. You can stop when you’re tired. As it’s your first lesson today, I won’t go too hard on you guys. I’ll just be testing out your limits.”
Hearing Chor Shing Chit, the class sighed in relief. After all, they were only six-years-old; knowing that their teacher wouldn’t be too harsh was a relief.
“However....” Chor Shing Chit continued, smiling mysteriously. “The student who lasts the longest and completes the most rounds will become the class captain.
“As the name suggests, you’ll be the leader of the class.” It was hard to believe how exaggerated such a righteous-looking man looked when he gave a sly look.
“Sir.” A student raised his hand.
Don’t tell me it’s Chan Ngou Tin again. Chor Shing Chit sighed. But to his surprise, it was the bald student, Chui Yim.
“What’s wrong, Chui Yim?”
This was the first time Chan Ngou Tin heard Chui Yim’s name. He repeated it in his head again and again, as if wanting to engrave it in his mind.
“Sir, can I ask what are the benefits of being a class captain?”
Chor Shing Chit stared at him blankly. What kind of question is this?
“A class captain is the class representative. It’s a well-respected position that holds great responsibility,” Chan Ngou Tin said, side-eyeing Chui Yim. “A country bumpkin like you won’t understand.”
However, Chui Yim didn’t even spare Chan Ngou Tin a glance. “Sir, are there any pros to being a class captain at all?” His reaction nearly made Chan Ngou Tin erupt.
“Hmm…” Chor Shing Chit thought hard, rubbing his chin.
This was the first time he had ever received such a question. After all, which kid didn’t love to show off as the most powerful person in class? Yet a student was asking about benefits!
“Hmm… The greatest benefit is that you’d be able to get free meals at the canteen,” Chor Shing Chit said, feeling slightly embarrassed. Is this even considered a benefit?
“Free meals?” Chui Yim repeated, eyes glowing in anticipation. “Okay. Thank you, Sir. I don’t have any more questions.”
“Alright.” Chor Shing Chit coughed, trying to make things less awkward.
“Let’s start.”
At his command, all the ducklings… six-year-olds started their run.
Chan Ngou Tin and Chui Yim were no doubt the most outstanding students among them all.
As soon as Chor Shing Chit started, Chan Ngou Tin ran at lightning speed, leaving all his other classmates far behind him. As for Chui Yim, he was last. He was so slow that he looked like he was jogging.
One was first while the other was last, with the rest of the class in between them.
The first round, the second round…
Chan Ngou Tin was already on his third round while Chui Yim was still on his second round. When Chan Ngou Tin passed by Chui Yim, he looked at him disdainfully but was ignored as Chui Yim was fully focused on his run.
Chor Shing Chit watched everything silently. But his eyes were on Chui Yim most of the time.
He’s strange.
From his build, there’s no way he’s so weak. Could it be that he only built his muscles and not his stamina?
Moreover, the expression in his eyes or his vibes isn’t something that a six-year-old should have. Everything about him is different. I can’t help but keep watching this student.
Chan Ngou Tin’s a kid who grew up training and eating g-food. His performance is normal for his background.
Chan Ngou Tin started to slow down when he reached his eighth round. At the same time, most students were only on their fourth round, and those who were on their fifth round were already on the ground, gasping for breath. As six-year-old kids, those were already great results, all thanks to Chor Shing Chit’s “class captain” bait.
When Chan Ngou Tin was on his ninth round, only two students were still running. Currently, Chui Yim was on his fourth round.
Chan Ngou Tin lapped Chui Yim once more and finished his eleventh round. He was already worn out by then, but he gritted his teeth and persevered despite his legs feeling jelly. At last, he fell to the ground before he finished his twelfth round.
At the same time, Chui Yim had just finished his sixth round. The entire class was now watching Chui Yim jog while resting.
“Sir, Chui Yim might be able to last a longer time, but the total number of rounds is what matters, right?”
Of course, it was Chan Ngou Tin who asked this.
“Yeah.” Chor Shing Chit nodded. “If he runs less rounds than you, you’ll still be the class captain.”
“Let’s see how much longer you can last.” Chan Ngou Tin snorted, watching Chui Yim who jogged as slow as an old man.
Chui Yim was really slow, so slow as if he was brisk walking, but you couldn’t argue that he wasn’t
