Atlas of Heaven and Man

When the armored vehicle drove onto the square in front of the Wuyi Academy, Chen Chuan glanced around, noticing a large number of students coming and going.

It was the end of July, and calculating the time, tomorrow would be the registration day for the academy's top-tier student re-examination.

Looking at those students full of hope, he couldn't help but think of himself two years ago, wishing them success in their exams. He slowly reduced the car's speed, stopped at the entrance, and showed his identification card.

The security guard at the entrance seemed to recognize him. This guard, who had served in the military, couldn't help but give him a salute before gesturing for him to pass.

Chen Chuan nodded to him and drove into the school.

To be honest, during his time at Wuyi Academy, except for the last time he left the school, he mostly entered and exited through the side gate. This time, however, he drove directly in through the main gate, which gave him a completely different feeling, both familiar and strange.

Turning in front of the auditorium building, he drove towards the administration building. When passing Chunqiu Lake, he couldn't help but glance at the dormitory building across the lake.

Senior Martial Brother Wu should have graduated. As for Feng Xiaoqi, Luo Kaiyuan, and Wei Dong, they had one year left at Wuyi. He wondered if they were still at school and thought he could visit the dormitory later.

And, he should also visit the dormitory supervisor, although he couldn't yet help him increase his retirement pension.

Because just last year, many teachers related to the former principal were transferred or simply taken away by the Special Handling Bureau, their first reaction was whether the Special Handling Bureau was here to arrest people again?

But upon closer inspection, they found that something was different. In addition to the difference in uniforms, Chen Chuan's epaulet also had a silver sword, which was the symbol of the Central City Special Handling Bureau.

Central City Special Handling Bureau?

The teachers were all shocked.

Central City rarely sent people to local Wuyi Academies. What happened this time?

However, this person seemed a little familiar... …

Most of the teachers had seen Chen Chuan before, but Chen Chuan was a bit taller than last year, and the invisible aura he exuded as he walked over made them, as fighters, feel palpitations. Some were afraid of getting involved in trouble, so they all stopped in place, and none of them stepped forward to ask questions.

Chen Chuan didn't recognize these teachers, but he had seen one or two of them when he used to come and go. He nodded to them as he walked through the lobby and then went upstairs.

Only after he passed did the atmosphere in the hall ease. Some teachers exchanged glances, asking each other, but none of them had any clue.

Chen Chuan went directly to the sixth floor, heading towards the logistics department. Walking along the corridor to the door, he found Cheng Zitong inside on the phone. It seemed he had a lot to deal with, because as soon as he picked up one phone on the desk, another rang. All of them were related to tomorrow's registration and the subsequent re-examination.

He waited for a while, and when he heard the sound of drinking water, he approached, knocked on the door, and said, "Teacher."

Cheng Zitong looked up and was immediately overjoyed. He stood up from behind his desk. "Xiao Chuan, you're here. I guessed you'd be here around this time. Come, come, sit down. Hey, that uniform looks spirited, really spirited!"

Chen Chuan had been in contact with Cheng Zitong by phone, but he hadn't seen him for more than half a year. He saw that the teacher's face was even rounder and glowing, so he must have been well-nourished these days.

When Cheng Zitong greeted Chen Chuan, he subconsciously wanted to close the door, but on second thought, he put his hand down and left it open. Then, he took the kettle to the sofa on the side and said with emotion:

"Hey, I haven't seen you for more than half a year, and you've changed a lot. Xiao Chuan, your spirit is different, and your clothes, hiss... You wouldn't be..."

After all, he was knowledgeable. After the joy of seeing his proud student again passed, he saw some clues, but he was not sure.

Chen Chuan took off his peaked cap, placed it on his knees, and looked at Cheng Zitong, saying, "Teacher, I haven't had time to tell you yet, but I entered the Third Threshold two days ago and became a Third Threshold fighter."

Cheng Zitong was stunned at first, and then he became excited, his face flushed. He slapped the nearby table, making one corner shorter. "Xiao Chuan, you're in the Third Threshold?!"

Chen Chuan nodded.

"Good, good! Good ah!!"

Cheng Zitong looked at him for a while, suppressing the excitement in his heart, and then sat down again.

"You've only been to Central City for more than half a year, right? But thinking about it, it's true. Xiao Chuan, you're so talented. I've never seen anyone more talented than you. You've always progressed faster than others. You've been in the Second Threshold for so long, it's time to enter the Third Threshold. It may be early for others, but for you, it's a late bloomer."

He smiled again with emotion, "I, Cheng Zitong, am lucky to have taught such an outstanding student like you. I have no regrets in this life."

Since Chen Chuan had a match with those juniors before, more and more people from Central City called him, implying that they wanted to send their juniors to him for training, which greatly boosted his ego. From that day on, his appetite increased a lot.

At this time, Chen Chuan stood up, took Cheng Zitong's cup that had a little water spilled on it, poured some for him, and handed it back, saying, "It's also my luck to have received the teacher's guidance."

Cheng Zitong smiled and took it, "Xiao Chuan, you're still the same." His smile then subsided a little, "You, this student, must have had a hard time in Central City."

Chen Chuan said, "It's okay, I can handle it."

"Well, you've survived. Third Threshold fighters can go anywhere. Many people stop here. But with your talent, Xiao Chuan, you should be able to go further."

Cheng Zitong seemed to think of something and said with emotion, "The higher you go, the harder it is. There are countless people who haven't made progress in decades. Some people don't want to, but they can't."

Chen Chuan thought for a while and said, "Teacher, does the Third Threshold seem to involve some secrets?"

Cheng Zitong said, "I've heard some things, but they're not accurate. You don't need to worry here. Someone will come and tell you when the time comes. Even if you don't want to listen, they will take the initiative to let you know. Just wait and see carefully when making a choice, and don't step into a pit."

He thought for a while, "You can ask my second uncle if you don't understand anything. My second uncle knows a lot and is willing to give pointers to capable juniors. I'll say hello later."

Chen Chuan nodded and said, "Thank you, teacher."

"It's too polite to say that to your teacher."

Chen Chuan nodded. He took out the bag he was carrying and took out some things from it, "This is what I brought for you from Central City..."

The most ⊥ new ⊥ small ⊥ say ⊥ in ⊥ six ⊥ 9 ⊥ ⊥ book ⊥ ⊥ bar ⊥ ⊥ first ⊥ hair!

"You, this student, you came, why did you bring something..."

Chen Chuan took out a notebook and handed it over, saying, "These are some strange tales that I saw and dealt with in Central City. They are all recorded in the notebook, and some information I collected and sorted is also in it."

Cheng Zitong's eyes lit up. He had this hobby. He took it over neatly, "Hey, this is a piece of your heart, this student. I can't refuse it. Good, this is good."

As he was talking, suddenly two phones rang on the desk at the same time. Cheng Zitong went up to answer the phone and put it down after a while.

Chen Chuan said, "Teacher, you must be busy?"

Cheng Zitong said, "Isn't it? The re-examination registration is tomorrow, and the re-examination will be in less than a month. All kinds of preparations have to be made now.

This year is different from previous years. The recommended students have been canceled, and more people are applying than in previous years. The higher-ups also attach great importance to it, and the whole school has been mobilized. My logistics department is also in a state of chaos."

Chen Chuan said, "Then I won't disturb you. I'm going to stay in Yangzhi for a month. I'll come to visit you when you're free."

Cheng Zitong said, "I won't be polite with you, teacher. You just returned to Yangzhi, take a good rest. When I'm free, let's have a good chat."

Chen Chuan said "Okay." He put on his hat, "Teacher, then I'll leave first."

"Go," Cheng Zitong stood up and patted him on the shoulder, "Don't delay here with the teacher. The world outside is vast."

Chen Chuan said goodbye to Cheng Zitong and left here.

Cheng Zitong returned to his desk in a good mood and was busy for a while before he had a moment to rest. While drinking water, he suddenly thought of something, chuckled, picked up the phone and dialed a number, and it was connected after a while.

"Hello, senior brother, it's me. I'm coming to your house for dinner today. Remember to prepare more... Isn't it because I have a good appetite? Your rice is fragrant! That's settled, I'm hanging up."

After Chen Chuan left the logistics office, he originally wanted to visit teachers Bian Feng and Yue Hong and say hello.

But when he passed the recruitment office, he found that there was no one inside. They must all be busy outside, so he gave up. After coming out, he walked slowly along the shaded road around the lake, welcoming the breeze blowing from the lake, and came over to the dormitory.

When he came in, he found some students gathered here. These were some freshmen who came to inquire about the re-examination. These students didn't even know the school teachers, let alone him. But when they saw his uniform, they instinctively lowered their voices.

However, an older student was helping the dormitory supervisor answer some questions and distribute materials. At this time, he noticed that the atmosphere was not right, looked up, was stunned for a moment, and then said excitedly to the dormitory supervisor, "Senior Chen! Teacher, it's Senior Chen!"

The dormitory supervisor also saw Chen Chuan, and his eyes fell on the epaulet on his shoulder. He suddenly smiled, "Student Chen, you've been promoted fast enough. It seems that my retirement pension has hope."

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