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Chapter 107: Chapter 107 Principal Ding Knocked Down by National Arts Student_1

On the sports field.

Some students of the Institute of Traditional Chinese Studies are taking their final exams.

The Institute of Traditional Chinese Studies at Mist City Arts and Science University is an academy that integrates the National Arts major with other national treasures and traditional skills of Xia Country.

Guqin (Chinese zither), chess, calligraphy, painting, wood carving, ceramics, sword casting, and so on, are all included in the related professional courses of the Institute of Traditional Chinese Studies.

However.

The number of students studying National Arts at the Institute of Traditional Chinese Studies is the most.

For other majors involving traditional arts and crafts, the fewest major has only one student.

On the outdoor exam field of the sports field, there are two students competing in Tai Chi, performing very decently, but their practical effectiveness is uncertain.

Of course.

Even if it is just an art performance, it is pretty good.

Still, Ding Yue hopes that the students can learn real Kung Fu.

"Principal Ding, our National Arts major mainly focuses on Tai Chi, Xingyi Fist, and Bagua Palm."

The dean of the Institute of Traditional Chinese Studies is named Wu Changdao. He is a Chinese Studies master in this Parallel World from Xia Country, and Ding Yue has spent a lot of money inviting him over.

"For our National Arts major, we emphasize practical applicability but we also need theoretical classes, right? What about the teaching material?"

"Principal Ding, the teaching materials are compiled and printed by several teachers specializing in National Arts," Director Wu Changdao replied.

Indeed.

The situation is the same with the E-sports Game College.

Because the teaching material of the E-sports Game College is also compiled and printed by relevant teachers.

"Sun Chengkang, Tai Chi final test, pass!"

"Wang Sankai, Xingyi Fist final test, pass!"

"Chen Dan, Wing Chun final test, pass!"

On the sports ground, teachers are conducting final tests of National Arts for students, and it seems that all of them could pass.

"Director Wu, how about the practical combat ability of our National Arts students? Can they fight?"

Ding Yue is quite concerned that the National Arts students are learning superficial Kung Fu.

It will be a disgrace if they turn out like Master Ma and get knocked out with one punch.

"They certainly can fight, but it requires long-term arduous training." Director Wu Changdao nodded his head and then looked at Principal Ding, "Principal Ding, why don’t you give it a try?"

"Sure."

Ding Yue wanted to see whether the students of the National Arts major have truly learned Kung Fu.

"Sun Chengkang, come here."

Director Wu Changdao called over the student who just took the Tai Chi test.

Then he asked two students to bring a large mat and set it on the ground to protect Principal Ding from getting hurt if he were knocked down.

"Director Wu, you called me?"

When Sun Chengkang came over, he asked in confusion.

Ding Yue glanced at Sun Chengkang. He was quite muscular, and it was clear at first glance that he had strong physical fitness.

Indeed.

If your body is weak, even if you practice Tai Chi, how much force can you exert with softness overcomes hardness?

After all, you have to be physically strong to practice National Arts.

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"Sun Chengkang, you will spar with Principal Ding using Tai Chi." Director Wu Changdao reminded Sun Chengkang, "Principal Ding wants to see the Tai Chi you’ve learned, so don’t hesitate because you are facing the principal. Give it all you’ve got."

Ding Yue nodded and said to Sun Chengkang, "Yes, let me see the real skills of the students in the National Art Major."

"I am sorry in advance."

Sun Chengkang awkwardly said to Principal Ding.

Ding Yue trusted his physical strength. Surely, he wouldn’t be knocked down by a student of his age with one move, would he?

Soon, both Ding Yue and Sun Chengkang stood on the mat.

Sun Chengkang launched a classic Tai Chi move.

Ding Yue was rather simple and direct. He planned to throw a punch when he went in.

After a brief standoff.

Ding Yue quickly approached Sun Chengkang and punched at him hard.

But Ding Yue felt like he was hitting at cotton. Sun Chengkang used a Tai Chi move to dissolve the force of his punch.

Before Ding Yue had time to react, Sun Chengkang’s palm had already reached his chest and then exploded with a strong force.

Ding Yue was pushed away and eventually fell on the ground, stumbling.

"What?!"

This was the first time Ding Yue experienced the practical application of Tai Chi. Could he be knocked down with one move?

"Look, Principal Ding was knocked down by Sun Chengkang with one move."

"Hahaha, Principal Ding can’t fight."

"Nonsense, it is enough for Principal Ding to be rich. His fighting ability does not matter."

"Hehehe, I recorded the moment when Principal Ding fell."

"Let me see."

"I want to see too!"

The students around started to chatter.

"Principal Ding, are you okay?"

Wen Ruohan rushed to help Ding Yue up when she saw him being knocked down.

"I’m fine."

Ding Yue touched his chest, looked at Sun Chengkang in awe, nodded with satisfaction and said, "Tai Chi of National Arts really has something. Keep studying hard, and you’ll achieve great things in the future!"

"Thank you, Principal Ding." Sun Chengkang bowed to Ding Yue politely.

"Principal Ding, Sun Chengkang is indeed one of the best talents in our National Arts Major." Director Wu Changdao came over and said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Ding Yue glared at Director Wu Changdao.

He thought to himself, this old fellow didn’t tell me beforehand that he was one of the best students in the National Arts Major.

Now I’ve made a fool of myself by being knocked down with one punch.

"Very well, I hope our National Arts major can cultivate genuine masters instead of impostors like Master Ma," Ding Yue instructed Director Wu Changdao.

"Yes, Principal Ding, you are right. People like Master Ma are a disgrace to our National Arts of Xia Country. Fortunately, our students are diligent and persistent in their practice. I believe, given time, they will certainly make National Arts thrive," Director Wu Changdao echoed Principal Ding’s words.

"Good, I look forward to that day. Besides National Arts, how do the students in other majors of the Institute of Traditional Chinese Studies take their final exams?" Ding Yue knew that the Institute of Traditional Chinese Studies was not limited to the National Arts major.

They also have many traditional arts and crafts.

"How about I take you to see the final exams of the students in the carving arts major, Principal Ding?"

"Sure."

"The students learning Jing Opera have already taken their final exams a few days ago, and they are probably already on their way back home."

Director Wu Changdao chatted with Ding Yue on their way to the teaching building of the Institute of Traditional Chinese Studies.

It was already the second week of the final exams. The exams of some majors have all been finished, so the students could already start their winter vacation and return to their hometowns.

Surely, this is a college campus. There is usually no specific date for the end of the term.

As a general rule, students can return home for the holiday as soon as all the exams of their major are over.

"Principal Ding, Director Huang just called and said..."

As they were about to reach the Institute of Traditional Chinese Studies’ teaching building, a hurried voice of his secretary, Wen Ruohan, came from behind.