Principal Zhang chimed in, "Old You is a distinguished guest here at Honghe First Middle School. The Qiao Family has been a tremendous help this time. Not only did they send over three excellent young teachers, but they also convinced a veteran like Old You to come oversee things. With him here, the quality of our school's Martial Arts program is sure to reach a new level."
"You flatter me, Principal Zhang." You Sicheng shook his head. "I'm just an old soldier. I'll teach these kids what little I can from my experience on the battlefield. At the very least, they'll learn what a real fight looks like and won't just be practicing flashy, impractical moves in the training hall all day."
Xu Wuyi actually agreed.
He had seen too many students who, despite excelling in school, would fall into a panicked disarray the moment they set foot on a battlefield.
The chasm between theory and practice was one of blood and fire.
