Encouragement and Training

At Court Number Five…

After their temporary goodbyes, the rest of the 45 students of class 3–7 had gathered at the court, including Davis.

They discussed their grades. They had grand plans for the future but were also slightly worried.

"I got 471 points. I didn't even reach the Earth Genetic Score."

"I got 534, just past the Earth Gentic Score. I wonder how many genes I would be able to activate."

"I scored 603. How about you, Davis?" Pan suddenly asked.

"Old Pan, you should call me Big Pan," Davis corrected.

"Why?"

"Because I scored one point higher than you."

"Just one point?"

"I should be Big Pan even if it's just one point higher."

Boom!

A sudden loud slap hit the back of Davis's head. Davis glared and was about to erupt with fury.

"Oh, f*ck! Who… Oh, it's HT!" A mischievous smile instantly formed on Davis's lips.

Michel completely disregarded Davis's mischievous smile. He walked past the crowd and immediately got up to the stage.

"Some of you scored high marks and feel proud of your achievement. I can understand that. But what I want to tell you is that scoring well in the college admission exams is merely receiving an entrance ticket to the genetic exams." Michel paused, observing the students' reactions. He then continued, "Whether or not you can enter a good genetic college. Whether or not you can strengthen and evolve your genes to become a great Warlock or a powerful Mage in this universe would still depend on how hard you work."

Michel had aimed these words toward Davis.

Davis revealed his row of white teeth as he smiled, embarrassed.

On the stage, Michel stared at the students of class 3–7 as his gaze moved away from Davis's body.

"Now, training will continue—three times the normal amount of training!"

The students started to murmur upon hearing this, but Michel went on, "According to the agreement, the limits to corporal punishment and its intensity will be completely released."

Michel flailed the thin whip in his hand which contrasted his pudgy body, causing the air to crackle.

The students, who normally feared nothing, all had an expression of immense fear, Davis included.

Michel normally only lifted 50 percent of the limits to corporal punishment and the strength he could use during a normal day. That was enough to make them wail as they trained.

How bad would it get now that the limits to corporal punishment and the intensity were fully lifted?

No one wanted to try it out.

As if on cue, Davis scurried outward like a bunny.

The first exercise was a 5 km run.

No!

Five thousand meters was what they did on an average day. They were doing three times their normal training today, which meant that they had to run 15,000 meters. That was 15 kilometers!

No one grumbled.

Even more so, no one was confused.

First, all of the students understood why they had to do this.

Second, they had long since adapted to the training after being hardened by Michel, a physical education teacher, for three years.

Yes, Michel was a physical education teacher.

In this day and age, all of the homeroom teachers in the school were physical education teachers.

They were also called physical punishment masters.

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