Chapter 396: Feelings only affect the speed of drawing one's sword

Morning sunlight filtered through the plane tree leaves, casting dappled light and shadow on the asphalt road in front of Zhijiang University's gate.

Lin Yuan rode his somewhat worn folding bicycle, the basket holding the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine's lecture notes and a thermos, leisurely heading toward the university gate.

He planned to first go to the office to organize his teaching materials.

Suddenly, a black BMW M8 slowly emerged from the shade beside the road, its wheels lightly rolling over fallen leaves, and came to a steady stop directly in front of the bicycle, blocking Lin Yuan's path.

Zhao Yuyan opened the car door and stepped out, wearing a neatly tailored ivory-white suit, her long hair pulled into a low ponytail.

She walked over to Lin Yuan's bicycle with a deep gaze, arms crossed over her chest, her eyes showing clear dissatisfaction.

"Lin Yuan, what's with your disappearance these days? You don't reply to WeChat, you don't answer calls—what exactly are you up to?" she said, her voice tinged with barely suppressed anger.

Before Lin Yuan could respond, she stepped half a step closer, her tone heavier: "Yesterday afternoon I sent you three WeChat messages asking if you were free to have dinner together tonight, but you didn't reply to a single one—are you deliberately avoiding me?"

Lin Yuan quickly squeezed the bike brake, his toe lightly touching the ground, looking at Zhao Yuyan's slightly furrowed brows, he let out a helpless sigh.

"I'm not avoiding you on purpose; I've really been busy these days." Lin Yuan scratched the back of his head and explained:

"I've been attending classes at Zhijiang University lately, so I truly have no time to join you for dinner. At night I still have to stay up late preparing the next day's lesson plans, sometimes working until eleven or twelve, and when I pick up my phone I forget to check WeChat."

Zhao Yuyan's gaze swept over the thick lecture notes in his bike basket, the cover still dusted with a hint of herbal powder; the anger in her eyes faded a little, but she still pursed her lips:

"No matter how busy, you couldn't possibly have no time to glance at a WeChat message, could you?"

Lin Yuan was about to explain… when—

"Screech—" three silver-gray vans suddenly burst out from the side roads on either side of the university gate, the sharp screech of tires on pavement shattering the morning's tranquility!

A burst of hard braking, the three vans came to a steady halt sideways around Lin Yuan and Zhao Yuyan, completely blocking their exit and retreat.

The van doors were flung open with a clatter, and more than a dozen thugs in black vests surged out, gripping steel pipes and baseball bats; their leader, Jin Qiang, thrust out his beer belly, the flesh on his face trembling, while Ye Long shrank behind him, eyes filled with hatred and fear.

Jin Qiang stood with his hands on his hips at the van's front, his hoarse voice like a broken gong: "You're Lin Yuan, right?! Damn! Did you play the hero enough at the school gate yesterday? You beat my lackey—you owe me an explanation!"

Ye Long poked his head out and whispered: "Boss Qiang! It's him… yesterday he beat us and even filmed an apology video……"

Lin Yuan pushed his bicycle to the side of the road and said, "Who are you?"

Jin Qiang's voice turned icy: "I'm Ye Long's older brother! You hit my little brother—this isn't over! Either give me an explanation, or you'll leave lying down."

Lin Yuan raised his hand to signal Zhao Yuyan to step back, his fingertips emanating a chill: "Stand back, don't get blood on you."

Zhao Yuyan obediently took two steps back.

Ye Long snorted coldly upon hearing that: "What the hell? Don't get blood on you? Brothers, get him!"

A gang of thugs surged forward to flank Lin Yuan!

Lin Yuan's face turned icy; he suddenly dropped into a low crouch and swept his long legs out in a wide arc!

Sweep Away Thousand Troops!

"Thud! Thud! Thud!" The thugs had no time to react before his long legs swept them to the ground!

A few more thugs lunged forward!

One thug had just stepped forward when his knee was viciously kicked; with a "crack" he dropped to his knees, clutching his leg and writhing in pain.

Before the others could react, Lin Yuan's right leg shot out again, his toe precisely striking another thug's waist and abdomen!

The thug doubled over like he'd been hit by a heavy hammer, then flew backward, slamming into the van door with a muffled "bang."

The fourth, the fifth… Lin Yuan's legwork was so fast it left only an afterimage—sometimes sweeping the ankles, sometimes thrusting straight at the knees, sometimes side‑kicking the ribs, each kick packed with full force.

In less than half a minute, the remaining eight thugs were all kicked flying or swept down—some curled into balls on the ground, some struck until their heads bled, some lay prone unable to even crawl—

The sight of bodies flying through the air made the surrounding students gasp.

Boss Jin Qiang stared, eyes wide, his trousers growing damper—he had actually been scared into wetting himself!

The smell of urine spread farther; Jin Qiang could barely stand on his legs, leaning against the van door to keep from collapsing.

What the hell?! Is he even human?!

In just a few short minutes, the dozens of thugs Jin Qiang had summoned were all beaten flat?!

Even kung‑fu movies wouldn't dare film it like that?!

Lin Yuan retracted his leg and shook off the dust from his pants.

He coldly stared at Jin Qiang.

Lin Yuan said coldly: "Your men don't seem enough? How about you step up and we go one‑on‑one?"

Jin Qiang trembled so badly his legs shook!

The thugs on the ground dared not answer, even lowering their groans, fearing to provoke Lin Yuan into striking again.

Ye Long hid behind Jin Qiang, trembling all over, watching the groaning thugs littering the ground, his former arrogance completely gone……

Jin Qiang looked at his groaning lackeys on the ground, then caught sight of Lin Yuan's icy, frost‑capable gaze; his soul fled, and he turned and bolted for the van parked at the roadside.

He fumbled desperately at the van door handle, his knuckles whitening from the strain, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his mind filled only with the thought "get out of here fast."

But before he could pull the door open, Zhao Yuyan hurried after him, extended her leg and precisely hooked his ankle, giving him a light trip.

Jin Qiang's balance vanished instantly; he lunged forward with a "thud," his chin slamming into the van door, the pain almost bringing tears to his eyes.

Zhao Yuyan moved forward with the momentum, her knee pressing into his lower back, one hand pinning his neck, holding him firmly against the van door, her voice icy: "You trying to run?"

Held immobile, the pain in his back made him grit his teeth involuntarily, yet he forced out harsh words, saliva flying:

"You stinking brat! Dare lay a hand on me? Do you know who I am? I'm the chief enforcer of the Chengxi Tiger Lord! The Tiger Lord's holdings stretch across half the city—if you dare touch me today, you won't be welcome here tomorrow!"

He thought that by invoking the name "Tiger Lord," the other side would surely be frightened—

After all, in the local underworld, the Tiger Lord counts as a notable figure; ordinary folk hearing his name would give him a wide berth.

Zhao Yuyan heard this, the corner of her mouth twitching into a mocking smile, she increased the pressure on her hand, making Jin Qiang groan in pain: "Tiger Lord?"

She leaned in, her mouth near his ear, her voice flat yet chilling with pressure: "I'm Zhao Yuyan, daughter of Zhaojun of Nine Honors International. You walk the underworld—don't you recognize me?"

"Nine… Nine Honors International?!" Jin Qiang's voice cracked instantly, like a rooster strangled, cold sweat breaking out across his back.

How could he not know Nine Honors International? It's an entity that can suppress the Tiger Lord so he dares not lift his head! Not to mention the Tiger Lord—even the provincial capital's underworld bigwigs, upon seeing a Zhao family member, must politely address them as "Eldest Miss"!

Just now he actually dared to challenge the daughter of Nine Honors International and still bring up the Tiger Lord—that's like throwing an egg at a stone, or even at steel, with no difference!

Jin Qiang grew more and more frightened, his thighs trembling uncontrollably; in the next second, a large wet spot spread across his pant leg!

Is this woman before him the young lady of Nine Honors International?

Jin Qiang turned deathly pale from fright!!

Zhao Yuyan noticed his odd state, frowned in disgust, and released the hand pressing on the back of his neck.

Jin Qiang lost his support and collapsed straight onto the ground……

He then rolled and crawled to turn over, his knees thudding onto the asphalt; though it hurt, he didn't care, clasping his hands together and continuously kowtowing to Zhao Yuyan, his forehead soon turning red.

"Miss Zhao! I was blind to Mount Tai! I have dog's eyes! I shouldn't have opposed you! Please, be magnanimous and spare me this once!" Jin Qiang babbled his apology, tears and snot streaming down, no trace of his earlier arrogance left.

Ye Long beside him watched this scene, utterly dumbfounded?

What? What's going on?

Why would the boss kneel and beg for mercy from this mysterious beautiful woman??

Jin Qiang's lackeys were also dumbfounded……

Zhao Yuyan looked down at the kneeling, begging Jin Qiang, her eyes devoid of any ripple: "I can spare you, but gathering a crowd to block people and even trying to hurt my men—this debt can't just be let go."

Upon hearing there was a chance, Jin Qiang kowtowed even harder: "I'll compensate! I'll pay money! I'll cover all of Lin Laoshi's losses! Whatever punishment you say, I'll obey!"

Zhao Yuyan coldly said: "Cut off one of your hands or a leg, and this matter can be settled."

Swish! Upon hearing that, Jin Qiang and his lackeys turned deathly pale!!

Ye Long watched Jin Qiang kneeling and kowtowing; his strength seemed drained, slowly rising from a slumped sit to kneel upright, hands braced on the ground……

Ye Long kowtowed nonstop to Zhao Yuyan and Lin Yuan, voice trembling: "Lin Laoshi… I was wrong! I shouldn't have hung out with Jin Qiang, nor caused you trouble! Please spare me this once—I'll never dare again!"

His forehead struck the asphalt, soon reddening; tears mixed with sweat dripped down, and the former pride of the school basketball team captain vanished completely.

Lin Yuan looked at his state, his brows furrowing tighter.

Lin Yuan stepped forward, his tone stern as if scolding a misbehaving student in class:

"Ye Long, you're young, yet at such a fine school as Zhijiang University you neglect your studies and instead mix with societal thugs—can you face the parents who sent you to college?"

Ye Long lowered his head further, shoulders trembling, unable to utter a word.

"Do you think gangster life is glorious?" Lin Yuan's voice rose a few degrees, his eyes full of regret:

"Do you know how many of those jianghu thugs lick blood from the blade to survive? Today they might call you brother, tomorrow they could be slain in the street over turf or grudges—have you considered that?"

Ye Long's body jerked stiff, as if the words 'being cut down' frightened him, and his tears fell even harder.

Just then, a neat chorus of footsteps came from afar.

Over a dozen black‑suited, strapping bodyguards strode over; the lead guard bowed respectfully before Zhao Yuyan: "Miss, we're here—are you alright?"

Zhao Yuyan shook her head, pointed at the fallen Jin Qiang and others, and said coldly:

"Take them away, first find out who's behind Jin Qiang, then handle them according to jianghu rules—do whatever needs to be done."

Ye Long knelt on the ground, his body trembling as if frozen, fists gripping his pant legs until his knuckles whitened, forehead pressed to the earth, even his breath shuddering, he kept whispering: "I'll never dare again."

Zhao Yuyan looked at his cowardly state, felt no pity, and waved at the bodyguards, ordering:

"Such a forgetful wretch—keeping him as a lackey is a disaster; break him outright so he remembers this lesson for life!"

Lin Yuan hurried forward, grabbed Zhao Yuyan's wrist, and gently shook his head: "Forget it—he's still a Zhijiang University student; truly breaking his leg would ruin him completely. Hand him over to me; I'll discipline him properly and make him see where he went wrong."

Zhao Yuyan frowned, her fingertip still hovering; but seeing Lin Yuan's earnest gaze and glancing at Ye Long, terrified near fainting on the ground, she lowered her hand, her tone softening:

"Fine, for your sake I'll spare him once; I'll have the bodyguards deal with the rest of the thugs, guaranteeing they won't bother you again."

Lin Yuan released his grip, turned to Ye Long, and said in a low but not harsh tone: "Get up, come with me, and think hard about whether your recent consorting with the underworld and ganging up to block people is worthy of the money your parents spent to send you to college."

Only then did Ye Long dare to slowly lift his head, seeing Lin Yuan could make the young lady of Nine Honors International relent so easily, then recalling his earlier fierce leg sweep, his whole body shuddered——

It turned out Lin Laoshi was no ordinary teacher—likely a retired jianghu big boss! Zhao Yuyan, this underworld miss, was someone he couldn't afford to provoke!

He pushed himself up from the ground, not daring to look at Zhao Yuyan, merely keeping his head down and following behind Lin Yuan like a child who'd done wrong.

Seeing Lin Yuan about to take Ye Long away, Zhao Yuyan stepped forward to block him, her eyes showing a hint of force mixed with anticipation: "You can discipline him, but tonight you must go on a date with me—as thanks for my not lifting a finger to deal with him earlier."

Lin Yuan staggered a moment, met Zhao Yuyan's unrefusable gaze, recalled that she had indeed helped subdue Jin Qiang, and sighed, scratching his head: "Alright, tell me where and when tonight, I'll be there on time."

Zhao Yuyan then smiled faintly: "Good, see you tonight. I'll send you a WeChat."

……

Lin Yuan led Ye Long toward the Zhijiang University campus, plane tree leaves swirling down to land at their feet.

Ye Long kept his head lowered, hands clutching the corners of his uniform, his steps unusually light.

Upon reaching the rosebed beside the teaching building, Lin Yuan halted, turned, and looked at Ye Long.

Lin Yuan's voice was gentler than at the campus gate, yet still stern: "How much thought your parents put into getting you into a key university—to learn real skills, not to wander aimlessly with thugs."

Ye Long's head drooped lower, his eye sockets quietly reddening, his voice carrying a choked-back sob:

"Lin Laoshi, I truly know I was wrong; from now on I'll have nothing to do with Jin Qiang and his crowd, won't bother you anymore, and will study hard."

After a few seconds of silence, Ye Long couldn't help but slowly lift his head, his eyes holding curiosity and awe.

"Lin Laoshi, you… weren't you once in the jianghu? You beat thugs so easily, even that underworld miss just now knows you—what exactly is your background?"

Lin Yuan's brows snapped together, his tone instantly sinking with clear rebuke: "Don't pry into my affairs! You should be worrying about how to study well, not pondering useless things!"

Ye Long jumped at Lin Yuan's aura, quickly lowered his head, and whispered: "Sorry, Lin Laoshi, I shouldn't have asked; from now on I'll only think about studying."

"Furthermore!" Lin Yuan warned coldly, "Stop pestering You Nianchu, got it? College students ought to study hard, not fall in love and play those messy emotional games! Feelings only hinder a man's learning and sword‑draw speed—understand?"

Ye Long nodded repeatedly: "Yes, Lin Laoshi, I've learned!"

After a while, Ye Long seemed to have made up his mind; lifting his head, his eyes held a few more pleading notes.

"Lin Laoshi, when you just used acupuncture points to subdue the foe, I thought it especially awesome; I want to study traditional Chinese medicine under you—may I? I promise to study earnestly, not slack off."

Lin Yuan looked at Ye Long, didn't answer right away, but asked instead: "Are you sure you want to learn? TCM requires memorizing many classics and practicing numerous techniques—it's not something you can stick with on a fleeting whim."

Ye Long hesitated not at all, nodded firmly, his voice even more resolute than before: "I'm sure! No matter how hard, I'll persevere—as long as you're willing to teach me."

Lin Yuan saw his firm attitude, his expression softened a little, and he gave a light nod:

If you want to learn, that's fine, but you need to solidify the basics first. I have class every weekend. I'm going to class now. If you're sincere, come to my class and listen attentively.

Ye Long heard this, his eyes lit up instantly, he clenched his fists tightly, his voice full of excitement: "Thank you, Teacher Lin! I'll definitely go! No matter how busy the weekend is, I won't miss class!"

……

Nine o'clock in the morning.

Lin Yuan arrived on time at the Chinese Medicine classroom.

He had just pushed the door open when he froze.

The classroom was packed to the brim, with many students standing in the aisles, and a few students from other departments were peeking in through the door frame.

When the students saw Lin Yuan enter, their buzzing chatter paused briefly, then erupted again, as someone quietly pointed at him and said to the person next to them:

"Teacher Lin this morning……single-handedly took on a dozen thugs at the school gate, his kicking speed was like a blur!"

Someone else held up their phone, the screen showing the morning's brawl at the school gate; although the footage was a bit shaky, Lin Yuan's Sweep Away Thousand Troops could be clearly seen.

Lin Yuan walked into the classroom and said, "Classmates, we're ready to start class."

At that moment, a bespectacled male student sitting in the middle row suddenly stood up, holding his phone up to the front:

"Teacher Lin! We've seen the video in the school group! You were so cool taking on those thugs at the school gate this morning—have you been secretly practicing martial arts?"

Lin Yuan followed his gaze to the phone screen, which happened to freeze on the moment his long leg swept out and the thugs flew away, and he froze—

"Damn, someone actually filmed him secretly—he was just focused on subduing his opponents this morning and didn't notice a student recording."

He came to, gave a light cough, pressed his hands on the lectern, trying to quiet the classroom: "That's not martial arts; it's just a few years of self-defense training I did with a friend, to protect myself in danger. Don't spread rumors in the group—it's not good."

The students all looked at Lin Yuan with complex expressions, clearly unconvinced.

Meanwhile, the classroom door was pushed open again, and Ye Long walked in with his head down, still wearing Zhijiang University's white uniform, clutching a brand-new copy of Basic Theory of Chinese Medicine, the wrapping still intact.

As Ye Long entered the classroom, the students were stunned—

Ye Long saw everyone in the classroom staring at him, his steps hesitated, and he seemed extremely uneasy.

Lin Yuan's gaze fell on Ye Long, he raised his chin slightly, then gently pointed to You Nianchu in the first row, his voice low but loud enough for the whole class to hear:

"Ye Long, come over. Earlier you persistently bothered You Nianchu; today, in front of everyone, first apologize to her."

Ye Long clutched the brand-new Basic Theory of Chinese Medicine, took a deep breath, quickly walked to You Nianchu's seat, bent his waist lower, and said softly: "You Nianchu, I'm sorry—I shouldn't have kept pestering you."

"You clearly said you don't like me, but I still couldn't let go, always finding excuses to approach and bother you—thinking back now, it was especially childish."

"I finally understand that feelings can't be forced—what's twisted won't be sweet. For the trouble I caused you, I sincerely apologize."

"From now on I won't do that again—I'll study Chinese Medicine seriously under Teacher Lin, focus all my thoughts on learning, and never bother you again."

After speaking, Ye Long straightened up, not daring to look You Nianchu in the eyes.

He turned and walked to the back corner of the classroom, lightly pulled out a chair and sat down, back straight, quickly opened his textbook, fingers resting on the page, the picture of someone earnestly preparing to listen to class.

The classroom fell silent for two seconds, then a chorus of gasps erupted—

"Who didn't know Ye Long's obsession with You Nianchu? He pursued her for over half a year, and even after being rejected he clung on desperately—now he's actually apologizing and saying he'll let go?"

"Good heavens! Is this still the Ye Long who used to call thugs his brothers? He's too well‑behaved!" A girl in the back covered her mouth and whispered in astonishment, her eyes full of shock.

"The video in the group is no lie! Teacher Lin really tamed him—he even smoothed out the emotional knots!" The bespectacled boy shook his phone, his voice full of admiration.

Murmurs rose and fell, and the students' gazes toward Lin Yuan gained a touch of awe—

"To make the unruly basketball team's hooligans…Ye Long…become this obedient and compliant—this isn't just ordinary self-defense skill; it's practically a talent for taming people!"

You Nianchu sat in her seat, her pen still resting on the notebook, the tip leaving a faint mark.

She lifted her eyes to see Ye Long sitting upright in the corner, then turned her head to look at Lin Yuan at the lectern, her eyes full of bewilderment—

"Ye Long's change is too sudden, huh? How did Teacher Lin manage it, making Ye Long completely let go of his obsession and still come to class obediently?"

Lin Yuan took in the students' reactions, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly, he picked up a piece of chalk and tapped the blackboard:

"Alright, settle down. Knowing you can improve is a good thing; Ye Long is willing to adjust his mindset and study hard, which deserves encouragement. Now let's return to the lesson and begin class."

Lin Yuan said this and then began lecturing.

You Nianchu gazed at Lin Yuan, her beautiful eyes sparkling.

The pen she was turning in her hand also paused.

She recalled the many suitors around her—

On campus there were basketball team members, student council cadres, as well as top students and school hunks—

Off campus there were rich second‑generation heirs who drove sports cars to deliver flowers, and even male students from neighboring schools would go out of their way to drop off love letters—

You Nianchu had too many suitors; day after day she was pestered by them to the point of exhaustion, refusing them over and over, yet some still clung to the idea that "just try a little harder and you'll win her over," and they kept surrounding her.

You Nianchu's eyes lit up—Lin Yuan, he's a handy tool.

Isn't this a great way to solve my troubles?

Lin Yuan can even make Ye Long, who's mixed with the underworld, obey and attend class willingly while apologizing; those suitors who only give gifts and sweet talk would surely become much more honest if Lin Yuan stepped in to give them a few words of "education."

You Nianchu lowered her gaze to the handwriting in her notebook, the corner of her mouth twitching into a sly arc, her fingertip lightly brushing the page, and she muttered to herself: "Lin Yuan, Lin Yuan, now I really need to get closer to you."

"Otherwise, how could I even bring up handing those troublesome pursuers over to you for 'discipline'? If you help me, I'll save myself a lot of hassle and never have to deal with endless entanglements again—life would be so much easier."

Just as Lin Yuan was focusing on his lecture—

the back door of the classroom was suddenly pushed open, and an eye‑catching figure walked in—

Du Wanhe wore a champagne‑colored waist‑cinching dress; the hem swayed lightly with her steps, outlining her slender waist, her black long hair cascaded over her shoulders, the ends still showing a natural curl, and as soon as she entered she drew the gaze of the whole classroom.

The students instinctively glanced sideways; someone furtively pulled out a phone to film her direction, while others whispered: "Isn't that Psychology Professor Du? Why is she here to sit in on the Chinese Medicine class?"

"Professor Du is way too good‑looking—this dress makes her look like a fairy!"

Du Wanhe ignored the surrounding gazes, her eyes swiftly swept the classroom and finally settled on Lin Yuan at the podium.

She and Lin Yuan exchanged a slight nod.

Then Du Wanhe walked lightly to the back‑row window seat and sat down—

Yesterday, she saw on the school forum Lin Yuan and Qin Bore one's gossip.

Du Wanhe couldn't let go of it in her heart; today she specially adjusted her own class to come listen to Lin Yuan's Chinese medicine class. First, she wanted to keep an eye on him, to see if there were any clues related to Qin Bore.

Second, she also wanted to confirm whether the rumor was true.

Du Wanhe sat down, began listening to the class, and her beautiful eyes gazed softly at Lin Yuan.

This Lin Yuan, ten years have passed, yet he hasn't changed at all. He's still as youthful and sunny as ever.

Just like that boy back then.

Lin Yuan always carries a youthful aura.

It even makes Du Wanhe feel a faint flutter in her heart.

At that moment, a male student in sportswear in the front row raised his hand and asked curiously, "Lin Laoshi! I have one last gossip question. This morning when you beat up those thugs, you just pointed at them and they couldn't move—is that the acupoint striking from martial arts dramas? What exactly is this technique? It's too amazing!"

As soon as he said that, the classroom fell silent instantly, and all the students looked curiously at Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan sighed helplessly, looking at the dozens of expectant eyes below, and he still nodded in acknowledgment.

Lin Yuan nodded and said, "That's not the acupoint striking from martial arts dramas; it's the application of acupoints in traditional Chinese medicine."

"This is a perfect opportunity; let's tweak today's lesson content, combine it with practice to explain the principle of 'acupoint subduing,' and also make you understand that traditional Chinese medicine isn't just for regulation—at critical moments it can also be used for self-defense."

The students instantly erupted, all sitting up straight, even those standing in the aisle leaned forward.

Lin Yuan picked up a piece of chalk and quickly drew two human body outlines on the blackboard, labeling one with 'Lumbar Yang Gate Point' and the other with 'Quchi Point'.

"This morning I pressed exactly these two points—the Lumbar Yang Gate Point is at the waist, an important point on the Governor Vessel. Pressing here can temporarily block the flow of qi and blood in the waist's meridians, making a person instantly lose the strength to stand straight."

"The Quchi Point is at the elbow; pressing it relaxes the arm muscles so you can't hold onto things—you saw in the video of the thugs dropping the steel pipe, that's exactly pressing this point."

Lin Yuan turned to look at the students below, lightly tapping the edge of the podium with his fingertips: "Besides the Lumbar Yang Gate and Quchi Points, there's another more crucial acupoint—it's rarely used for regular regulation, but its effect is enormous in self-defense."

"This acupoint is located on the chest, highly sensitive; as long as it's pressed accurately, it can make the opponent's body go rigid instantly, leaving them unable to move for a short time."

As soon as he said that, the classroom became even more lively.

The male students in the back rows all leaned forward, asking, "The chest acupoint? Is it the Chest Center Point? I've seen it in health articles before!"

Someone else whispered, "Isn't the chest spot too sensitive?"

Lin Yuan nodded to confirm: "Yes, it's the Chest Center Point, at the midpoint of the left chest, belonging to the Conception Vessel. It's also the location of the heart. This point connects to the meridians of the chest and abdomen; pressing it can temporarily impede the flow of qi, causing the muscles to stiffen."

"That's exactly what you saw—the body goes stiff and the opponent can't move. It's similar to the 'Sunflower Acupoint Strike' in martial arts movies."

Upon hearing this, the students were all shocked and curious.

"Teacher, could you give us a demonstration?" a student couldn't help but ask.

All the students nodded curiously.

Traditional Chinese medicine actually has such amazing effects? They really want to witness it!

Even Du Wanhe downstairs felt a mix of surprise and curiosity.

Is it really as miraculous as Lin Yuan said?

Lin Yuan glanced at the male students below, raised his hand to signal: "Any male student willing to come up as a model? Let's demonstrate live so everyone can see more clearly."

After all, this acupoint is on the left chest, a relatively sensitive area, so Lin Yuan could only have a male student demonstrate.

The classroom fell silent for two seconds; the male students looked at each other, someone wanted to raise a hand but hesitated—after all, being pressed on the chest in front of the whole class would feel a bit uncomfortable.

Just then, You Nianchu in the first row suddenly stood up, her chair legs scraping lightly on the floor.

She still held a steel pen for taking notes, her voice clear: "Lin Laoshi, I'll be the model! I wasn't sure about the exact location of the Chest Center Point before, so this is a perfect chance to confirm it, and also let everyone see whether the acupoint placement on a female body differs from that on a male."

The entire classroom fell silent instantly; even Du Wanhe in the back rows lifted her head in shock, her eyes full of astonishment—

You Nianchu actually volunteered to be the demonstration model for the chest acupoint? That's too bold.

Du Wanhe sprang up from her seat, her chair legs screeching against the floor, cutting off the classroom chatter.

Du Wanhe strode quickly to the center of the aisle in her high heels, her gaze fixed on You Nianchu on the podium, her tone carrying a hint of indisputable authority: "You Nianchu, you're too young—pressing the chest acupoint requires precise control of force; if you get it wrong and hurt yourself, what then? No, I'll do it instead."

As soon as she said that, the students instantly perked up, all sitting up straight—

The beautiful psychology professor, Du Laoshi, and the School of Economics campus belle, You Nianchu, are actually competing to be the demonstration model—how interesting!

Upon hearing that, You Nianchu didn't back down; instead, she gently lifted her prominent chest, the neckline of her light-blue dress tightening slightly, outlining a clear curve.

You Nianchu lifted her gaze to Du Wanhe, her eyes showing a hint of stubbornness, yet her tone remained calm:

"Du Laoshi, being young doesn't mean I'm unsuitable for the demonstration. Although I'm younger than you, in terms of size, I'm larger."

As soon as she said that, the classroom erupted with a 'whoa,' and all the students were shocked.

Low murmurs continued, accompanied by whistling.

Young people just love to cause a stir—the students started making noise.

Du Wanhe was left speechless by You Nianchu's words.

She lowered her gaze to look at her own D cup… 'This, I'm not small either!'

But Du Wanhe then glanced at You Nianchu's E cup…

"Compared like this, she is indeed one size smaller…"

Du Wanhe was momentarily at a loss for words…

You Nianchu paused, deliberately glanced down at the class, her voice ringing a bit clearer so everyone could hear:

"Someone with a build like mine makes the acupoint location obvious at a glance; when pressing, everyone can follow along and find a reference point, making the demonstration much easier for everyone to locate the Chest Center Point accurately—isn't that exactly what a lesson needs?"