In the gym, the trainees gathered in small groups, and Yang Boyi was on the side giving them some guidance on their training. As a teacher at Hua University High School and a former runner-up in the 70th national combat championship, his skills were top-notch. Having lived two lives, Nie Yan's experience in combat might not be inferior to Yang Boyi's, but his physique was far behind. Whether it was punch strength or kicking power, he and Yang Boyi were not on the same level, because he was still in the growing stage. Once his body's various functions were fully developed, his strength would definitely surpass Yang Boyi's.

Seeing Nie Yan enter, Yang Boyi smiled and nodded at Nie Yan, asking, "Interested in practicing with me?"

He wanted to know the extent of Nie Yan's abilities. He had only heard that Nie Yan had knocked down Liu Rui with one move, but he hadn't seen it with his own eyes. Trying out Nie Yan's skills would give him a general understanding.

When the surrounding trainees heard that Yang Boyi was taking action personally, they became excited. Several people in Liu Rui's circle were secretly gloating. If Nie Yan fought Yang Boyi, he would definitely lose miserably. They wondered how many moves he could withstand.

Nie Yan understood that Yang Boyi had no malicious intent. As a teacher, he certainly needed to understand his students' strength.

"Please instruct me, Teacher," Nie Yan said, bowing to Yang Boyi.

Yang Boyi nodded slightly. Nie Yan was very polite, so he had a good impression of Nie Yan.

The crowd walked to the outside of the training area. Yang Boyi and Nie Yan stood facing each other at a distance, bowed, and adopted a starting stance.

Everyone watched from the sidelines. Xie Yao, wearing a Daoist uniform, stood in the middle of the crowd, a hint of surprise flashing in her bright eyes. Nie Yan's determined expression showed that his momentum was not inferior to Yang Boyi's. It was worth knowing that Yang Boyi was a former runner-up, well-known throughout the combat world.

Nie Yan took a deep breath. Yang Boyi was definitely one of the strongest people he had ever met.

"Come on, you attack first," Yang Boyi said magnanimously.

"Yes, Teacher Yang," Nie Yan said, suddenly accelerating and charging towards Yang Boyi.

The two fought together, exchanging blows back and forth in a dazzling display. Nie Yan suddenly delivered a side kick, striking Yang Boyi's neck. Yang Boyi blocked with his arm, and with a loud thud, the powerful force collided, and both men retreated several steps.

Yang Boyi was slightly surprised. Nie Yan's strength was truly astonishing. He had originally thought that using only fifty percent of his strength would be enough to receive Nie Yan's attack. He didn't expect Nie Yan to force him to exert his full strength to steadily suppress Nie Yan by a notch.

For a child who was still growing and whose strength hadn't reached its peak, it was already remarkable. Moreover, Nie Yan's moves were ruthless, and he already possessed the awareness of a fighter. This excited Yang Boyi. He was a good seed, and if he trained well, winning the combat championship would not be a problem. All Nie Yan lacked was strength.

The surrounding crowd widened their eyes. Nie Yan was actually able to hold out for so long against Yang Boyi. It was unbelievable. They had originally thought that Nie Yan was only slightly stronger than his peers. Most of them still only understood combat as flashy moves. Nie Yan had already transcended their current level and was much stronger than Liu Rui.

Even the people in Liu Rui's circle had lost their tempers.

"Ruthless but lacking in momentum, and strength needs to be strengthened," Yang Boyi said, blocking Nie Yan's downward chop with his left hand. He was slightly startled, a tingling sensation running up his arm. If Nie Yan's kick had landed on an ordinary person's chest, it could have broken their ribs. Of course, this was far from enough for professional combat athletes.

Yang Boyi kicked out, aiming directly at Nie Yan's chest. Nie Yan quickly blocked with both hands, and with a loud thud, Nie Yan flew back five or six steps before steadying himself.

Nie Yan felt a surge of blood in his chest. The force of this kick was indeed ferocious, befitting a runner-up in the combat championship. He would need at least two more years to reach this level. Nie Yan's recent increase in body strength had already been very fast, but he was still far behind these professional athletes.

"Overall, being able to do as well as you have is already very good. Let's stop here for today and spar again later," Yang Boyi said appreciatively, turning to look at the team members. "When I'm not here, Nie Yan will be your coach. If you don't understand anything, you can ask Nie Yan for guidance."

Yang Boyi had already acknowledged Nie Yan's strength.

"Nie Yan, come over here," Yang Boyi called Nie Yan to the side.

Nie Yan followed him.

"Are you interested in participating in a combat competition? I can help you register. It's very easy to get a good ranking," Yang Boyi said, a hint of fervor flashing in his eyes when he spoke of combat competitions.

Nie Yan shook his head and said, "I'm still a student. I'm afraid I'm not suitable for this kind of event." Nie Yan was quite calm. He had no pursuit of such fame or gain.

"You don't want to go?" Yang Boyi was stunned for a moment, then thought, which student at Hua University High School didn't have money or power? Who would care about a combat competition ranking?

Nie Yan nodded.

Hearing Nie Yan say he wouldn't participate, Yang Boyi was a little dejected.

Seeing Yang Boyi's disappointment, Nie Yan was about to say something to comfort him. After all, Yang Boyi was a pretty good teacher.

Yang Boyi waved his hand and said, "Go back and give the other students more guidance. If you don't understand anything, you can come to me."

Nie Yan went back. He wouldn't participate in this type of competition. He was very excited to get the right to guide these students from Yang Boyi. He could justifiably have more contact with Xie Yao, abusing his power for personal gain. This feeling was very satisfying.

Seeing that Nie Yan could hold out for so long against Yang Boyi, the students were all convinced. None of them were his match, so what else could they say? Some students even took the initiative to ask for advice, and Nie Yan patiently answered them one by one. Seeing that Nie Yan was very approachable, the students quickly became much closer to Nie Yan. Having strength and not being as arrogant as Liu Rui, being easy to approach, Nie Yan quickly won the approval of some students. As for Zhai Hao and the others, they were already implicitly led by Nie Yan.

Among these students were many with extremely deep family backgrounds. Building good relationships with them would definitely be beneficial.

Nie Yan served as an instructor for a while, and the students felt they had gained a lot.

After a while, Nie Yan walked towards the girls' side.

"Hello," Nie Yan greeted all the girls. Many of the girls seemed quite reserved.

"Hello, Assistant Coach," the girls said in unison.

Nie Yan looked ahead. Xie Yao was sparring with a girl.

Watching the girls' combat, especially Xie Yao's, was quite a pleasing sight, with long legs flying.

Seeing Nie Yan watching from the sidelines, Xie Yao's steps suddenly became a little chaotic.

"The movements are too big, not enough strength! Faster footwork!" Nie Yan commented from the side.

Hearing Nie Yan say this, Xie Yao instead revealed all sorts of flaws and was hit by her opponent, falling to the ground.

Xie Yao stood up from the ground, looking sullen. If Nie Yan hadn't suddenly appeared, she wouldn't have lost. She searched for him with her eyes, but Nie Yan was nowhere to be seen in the crowd. He had slipped away so quickly!

Throughout the entire day, Nie Yan joked around with a large group of students, and he became familiar with everyone.

Seeing that Nie Yan was managing well, Yang Boyi was happy to relax. After free activity time began, he left.

Until school was dismissed in the afternoon, everyone changed back into their original clothes and prepared to disperse.

Nie Yan had everyone line up, and everyone's eyes turned to Nie Yan, listening to what he had to say.

Nie Yan pondered for a long time, then said, "I had a very pleasant time with everyone today. Uh, that's all."

"Tch, I thought he had something to say. He spent so long thinking and only came up with these few words."

"Assistant Coach Nie Yan, we're leaving then."

Everyone said goodbye and packed their things to leave.

Nie Yan walked to Xie Yao's side and said, "Let me walk you home."

Xie Yao hesitated for a long time, then finally nodded.

Nie Yan didn't expect Xie Yao to actually agree. A huge sense of joy surged up in him. This proved that Xie Yao had accepted him to some extent.

Xia Ling in the distance made a face at Xie Yao and left with a few of her best friends.

On the tree-lined path in the school, occasionally two or three students would walk by, casting curious glances. They really didn't expect that Xie Yao, the goddess-like figure who was so unattainable in many people's hearts, would actually be walking with a boy. If this news spread, who knew how many people's hearts would be broken.

The school was peaceful and serene.

The two walked silently, occasionally chatting a few words, a faint emotion slowly spreading.

A feeling of never wanting to reach the end.

Nie Yan looked at Xie Yao in front of him. This figure was deeply engraved in his mind. Having experienced two lives, it was even more unforgettable. In the past, he could only chase Xie Yao's back with his eyes in the corner, but in this life, he could finally get close to Xie Yao.

Thinking of Xie Yao's melancholic and heartbreaking appearance at the reunion in his previous life, Nie Yan hoped that in this life, under his protection, Xie Yao would no longer be like she was in his past life.

The time spent together always passed quickly. Soon, they arrived at the school gate, and Xie Yao's family's car arrived.

Xie Yao smiled sweetly and said to Nie Yan behind her, "Nie Yan, thank you for walking me home."

Xie Yao's gentle smile made Nie Yan lose himself slightly, his two lives being touched.

"You're welcome," Nie Yan said. Being with Xie Yao made his restless heart feel unprecedentedly calm, the kind of feeling that slowly settled down after experiencing the noise and bustle. Xie Yao's smile was like a ray of dawn in the endless night to him.

"Nie Yan, I was very happy today," Xie Yao said, waving to Nie Yan and getting into the car.

Nie Yan also waved, watching the car leave and disappear at the corner of the street, a hint of loss rising in his heart, but more than that, there was excitement. He could feel the barrier between Xie Yao and him was dissolving, a feeling of increasing harmony.