“Your punch angle is too high. Lower it a bit, that way you can exert more force.

Your legs are too close together. Spread them a little.

Adjust your stance too. Don’t face your opponent straight on—tilt slightly.”

“...”

Saturday, 4 p.m. at Shen Qinghan’s house.

After finishing his own training at home, Lin Zichen came over to help Shen Qinghan with her special martial training, patiently correcting her techniques.

Shen Qinghan trained with full focus, following his every instruction precisely.

Once he felt her form was mostly corrected, Lin Zichen said, “Alright, let’s test it. Attack me with full strength.”

“Okay, here I come.”

With that, Shen Qinghan kicked off the ground and rushed toward Lin Zichen.

She knew how strong he was, so she held nothing back, attacking with everything she had.

Smack!

Lin Zichen caught her punch, nodding approvingly, “Not bad, your angle’s perfect now. Your power’s much stronger than before.”

Smack!

He caught her sweeping leg and corrected patiently, “Your sweep form’s still off. Don’t keep your legs so tight before you kick—loosen up. Now, try again with the same move, just like I showed you.”

“Okay.”

Smack! Smack! Smack...

The sound of fists and feet clashing filled the room.

Unknowingly, more than two hours passed.

After such a long session, Shen Qinghan was drenched in sweat, sitting on the floor panting.

But she didn’t feel tired at all—instead, she felt fulfilled.

After over two hours of Lin Zichen’s training, she could clearly feel herself getting stronger.

If her martial strength had been 75 before, it was at least 80 now.

“Xiao Chen, three times a week doesn’t feel like enough. Can we train every day?”

Shen Qinghan wanted to defeat Wen Yuntong and Chu Yuxi in the martial ring as soon as possible and tear off the label of being last in class.

Lin Zichen shook his head, “No need. Three times a week is plenty. If we train daily, you won’t be able to handle it.”

“That makes sense,” she nodded, “Three times a week it is, then.”

Just then, the WeChat voice ringtone sounded.

Lin Zichen answered and Zhang Wanxin’s voice came through, saying dinner was almost ready and telling them both to come over to eat.

Shen Jianye and Xu Meng were both homeroom teachers for senior classes, often too busy to cook and having to eat at the school cafeteria.

When that happened, they always had Shen Qinghan eat at Lin Zichen’s house.

Today was one of those days.

After ending the call, Lin Zichen looked at her and said, “You’re drenched in sweat. Go take a shower. Once you’re done, we’ll head over.”

“Alright, I’ll go now.”

Sitting down, Shen Qinghan started taking off her shoes and socks to head to the bathroom.

“Xiao Chen, it’s so weird. Everyone’s socks stink after exercising, but mine don’t smell at all.” She lifted a sock to her nose, sniffed, then held it out. “Smell it, see?”

‘Smell your socks?’ Lin Zichen’s lips twitched, refusing to even glance at it.

Seeing his twitching mouth, Shen Qinghan giggled, “I’m joking! I’m not that crazy.”

“If only you acted this lively at school too.”

“That’s impossible. I only act like this around you.”

“Alright, go shower before my mom calls again.”

“Going now.”

Leaving those words behind, Shen Qinghan got up and went to shower.

Watching her leave, Lin Zichen fell into thought.

‘From her lifelong problem of being unable to hold her bladder, to her unnaturally high water affinity, to her sweat that didn’t stink but even had a faint fragrance—

All of it was connected to water. Why was her body like this? What secret lay within it?’

Just then, his phone buzzed in his pocket.

He took it out—it was a message from his novel site editor, saying his book would go premium next Wednesday.

Lin Zichen replied with a simple “Got it,” then opened the Writer Assistant app to check his stats.

One month of updates, 150,000 words and over 20,000 readers had bookmarked it.

Pretty good numbers—promising quality.

He hoped once it went premium, his results would soar and he’d earn enough royalties to unlock the Violent Eagle Compendium soon...

Thinking that, Lin Zichen wrote a short post announcing the upcoming release to his readers.

Then he exited the author panel and scrolled through the news.

“Thanks to continuous efforts by the security department, the city’s rat population has significantly decreased, earning praise from citizens.”

“The Machine God Group announced they will provide free treatment for former mechanical prodigy girls who became disabled due to premature mechanical modification.”

“Kyoto University prodigy successfully fuses Arachnid Beast genes, breaking the school record for youngest double Gene Fuser.”

Seeing the words ‘Kyoto prodigy,’ Lin Zichen immediately thought of the Child Prodigy from Kyoto.

He clicked on the article—and it really was him.

He was surprised.

He’d read about the guy before—only a year and a half older than him, meaning not even eighteen yet.

Normally, people could only undergo Gene Fusion after reaching adulthood.

Otherwise, their bodies couldn’t withstand the Aberrant Beast gene’s dominance, leading to mutations.

But this Kyoto prodigy—now the Kyoto University prodigy—had achieved double fusion before turning eighteen.

That kind of physical talent was unreal.

Lin Zichen opened the attached video.

The Kyoto genius could shoot webs and swing between buildings like a real-life Spider-Man. It looked incredible.

Just then, Shen Qinghan came out of the shower.

Her hair was still damp, her face glowed pink and she wore a pale pink dress just below her knees, showing off her slender white legs. She looked stunning.

“Xiao Chen, your book’s going premium?”

Drying her hair with a towel, she glanced down at her phone, having seen Lin Zichen’s recent post.

“Yeah,” Lin Zichen nodded, “The editor said Wednesday at noon.”

“Then I’ll go leave you some good reviews!”

With that, Shen Qinghan got to work, logging into multiple accounts to flood his book’s comment section with praise.

Checking his writing backend, Lin Zichen saw that in less than five minutes, Shen Qinghan had switched between seventeen accounts, leaving nearly twenty positive comments.

‘Good grief. What kind of Commander of the Water Army is this?’