Chapter 2 - Chapter 2:The gap between reality and ideal

He instructed me to wait for him at the eastern lawn of the community. A cool melodious voice emanated from the video call. The security guard at the entrance inquired with the homeowner for confirmation before allowing Wongi entry. Upon stepping inside, Wongi made his way to the eastern lawn adorned with vibrant flora and trees where he patiently awaited. Shortly, a young girl with a ponytail, clad and athletic wear, approached. She was exceptionally beautiful, possessing a slender figure, though her expression bore a hint of aloofness, exuding an air of reserved pride that rendered her somewhat unapproachable. Judging by her appearance, she seemed to be of a similar age to Wong. E belonging to his generation. I sensed that my movements from yesterday's training were somewhat a miss. As she drew near, she spoke directly. Let me see. Wong refrained from idol chatter. After nearly a year of interaction, they had come to understand each other's personalities quite well. With a swift motion, Wongi advanced a step and unleashed a punch. His fist slicing through the air with explosive force, creating a sound akin to a cannonball. The ponytailed girl s gazed sharpened and her body recoiled as if propelled by springs. Wanie followed suit with a swift kick, targeting the opening in her defense, seemingly unrelenting as he aimed for her abdomen. In mere moments, as the girl struggled to catch her breath, teetering on the brink of endurance, Wongi suddenly withdrew. The strands of hair framing her forehead fell slightly ascue and her alabaster face flushed with a delicate hue, her breath quickening, presenting an enchanting allure. Wong he, however, remained oblivious to the captivating scene before him, calmly stating, "There were several errors in your earlier movements. An hour of tutoring passed swiftly, exiting the villa community. The clock had already surpassed 6, and darkness had enveloped the sky. The street lights flickered to life, casting a hazy glow. As Wanie traversed the streets alone, an overwhelming sense of solitude washed over him. This tutoring job, which he had held for nearly a year, was nearing its conclusion, prompting a sigh of reflection. Wongi's family background was modest. Both parents were ordinary individuals with a meager monthly income. As they strained to support Wong Yi's education and training expenses, the burden on their already struggling finances became heavier. Witnessing his parents toil from dawn till dusk, Wong felt a pang of guilt. Thus, upon securing his status as a senior student at the martial arts school a year prior, he swiftly sought out tutoring opportunities in the vicinity. His responsibilities involved guiding others in martial arts techniques, earning a remuneration of 150 per hour, 5 days a week with variable hours on weekends. Cumulatively, this yielded an income of approximately 450 500600 monthly, an enviable sum for relatively easy work. Without his status as a senior student, such a lucrative position would have been unattainable. The mere title of senior student afforded him this level of income. One could only imagine the earnings of those ranked above him. Regrettably, he felt a significant gap from the standards required to become a martial artist. A weighty sense of discontent settled in his heart. As a trans migrator familiar with the original narrative, he retained a general understanding of the plot, particularly the Earth arc at the onset of Swallowed Star, which he knew intimately. Yet, despite his knowledge, he lacked the capacity to affect change. In the original story, Lu Fong achieved his remarkable feats, not only due to his protagonist status, blessed with an innate aura, but also because he was a prodigious talent, awakening his mental powers at the age of 18, boasting the first class psychic abilities on Earth. His rapid progression and extraordinary fortunes propelled him to the pinnacle of power within a mere few years. An accomplishment that Wong E, having toiled for over a decade to attain the status of a senior student, could scarcely compare with. One was akin to a deity, while the other was just a pedestrian, utterly incomparable. At times, Wongi contemplated surrendering, resigning himself to a life of mediocrity. However, the thought of having fortuitously crossed into this world, fully aware of its forthcoming history, yet feeling powerless to intervene, filled him with a profound sense of frustration. In his previous life, he had strived diligently only to remain an ordinary individual. Did he truly wish to replicate that trajectory, continuing as an unremarkable person? Wongi clenched his fists, inhaling deeply as he gazed at the distant stars. Amidst the bustling streets, a solitary youth stood motionless, gazing skyward. Yet, no one could fathom the turmoil within his heart. Instead of returning home, he opted to head to the district martial arts school, Extreme Martial Arts School, the foremost martial arts institution on Earth, founded by the world's strongest Tong. Upon swiping his student ID at the entrance, Wong entered the school grounds. Other students, upon seeing Wong, adorned with a senior student badge, paused to express their respect, greeting him warmly. Senior brother, greetings, senior brother. Some familiar with him directly addressed him as Wong Xiango. Within the martial arts school, students were categorized into junior, intermediate, and senior tiers. The junior students were the most numerous with thousands of intermediate students. However, the senior students numbered only a little over a hundred in the entire district school. Wongi's ability to rise to the rank of senior student from an ordinary background was indeed commendable, earning him considerable respect among his peers. The school grounds featured three colossal silvery white buildings resembling three spaceships. These structures housed the classrooms for junior, intermediate, and senior students, respectively. The first and second floors of the senior student building contained large lecture halls. Yet, Wong made his way directly to the third floor, accessible exclusively to senior students. On the third floor was an expansive martial arts practice hall measuring 100 meters in length and width, already bustling with a dozen individuals. Wong. Ha, you've come too. Someone called out. Shiao E. Care for a drink later? It's on me. Those exercising or conversing in the practice hall greeted Wong. He enthusiastically. A few attractive young women even playfully teased him. According to the school s regulations, one must be 16 years old to enroll, while those over 30 were prohibited from attending to conserve educational resources. The individuals before him were predominantly in their 20s, while Wong he was merely 18. Though he may not possess the formidable prowess of Luo foam, capable of single-handedly facing three opponents, his strength was still considerable, particularly among the five senior students in his high school. Wong he was likely the strongest. Young and brimming with potential, these senior students valued Wong highly, eager to cultivate a good rapport with him. Wong he reciprocated their greetings with a smile, remaining unfazed by the playful gest from the women. After exchanging pleasantries, he proceeded to the corner of the practice hall where two punching power testing machines stood side by side, activating the devices, he positioned himself before the target. Inhaling deeply to calm his mind, attuning to his bodily functions and summoning all his muscular strength. With a swift motion, he unleashed a powerful punch. Bang! Wong Yi's right fist struck the black punching target with a resounding thud. The target shuddered slightly, and a number illuminated on the adjacent screen. 789 kg. As he gazed at the figure, disappointment washed over him and he slowly retracted his fist. Time was of the essence