"Alright, I can see it now. You usually train diligently and earnestly, your foundation is solid, and your talent is exceptional—you're a rare genius!" After finishing a set of punches, Michael Bolton nodded in satisfaction.

He had learned this from fortune tellers on Earth; the words were all catch-alls, broad in scope, so people couldn't spot any mistakes and would instead secretly think it was accurate.

"Especially the strength in your legs—like coiling dragons. Every move is like the surging river, endless and inexhaustible. If you keep training well, you definitely have a bright future ahead..."

"Teacher, my legs were injured. The doctor said they're basically useless now..." The girl interrupted his endless praise, a hint of doubt in her eyes.

"Injured..." Michael Bolton's old face flushed, but with his thick skin, no one could tell. He continued to bluff and exaggerate: "You think I didn't notice? When you exerted your strength just now, I already knew! The reason I said that is because... sometimes destruction leads to rebirth! Although your legs are injured, you've unexpectedly gained a stroke of fortune that no one else could have imagined. If you seize this opportunity, your leg techniques will surely become your greatest combat strength, leaving others far behind!"

Anyway, it was all just bluffing. As long as he could talk nonsense, he would. The priority was to rope in a disciple first.

"An opportunity? Teacher, what kind of opportunity?" The girl's eyes lit up.

Ever since her legs were injured, she had always felt inferior to others, secretly developing self-doubt. She never expected that misfortune could turn into a blessing.

"This opportunity could let you soar to the skies. Becoming the top freshman wouldn't be an exaggeration. After all, your talent is already outstanding—an unparalleled genius through the ages. However..." Michael Bolton boasted endlessly, just short of pulling out a copy of 'Buddha's Palm'.

Hearing that she could become the top freshman and being praised as a genius, the girl's face couldn't help but flush with excitement. She hurriedly asked, "However, what?"

"However..." Michael Bolton sighed, looking as if a great talent was about to be buried: "There aren't many teachers in the whole academy who can see this kind of opportunity! Including me, there are only three. The other two stopped accepting students three years ago, so... it's hard for me to speak up for you..."

"They don't accept students?" The girl had been full of hope, but hearing this, her eyes dimmed slightly. Then, as if realizing something, she suddenly jumped up: "If they don't accept students, then teacher, do you... accept?"

"Of course I still accept, but as you can see, I'm indifferent to fame and fortune, and I don't have that much time!" Michael Bolton put on a troubled expression. "Unless it's a true gem with a fated connection to me, I won't easily agree..."

Thud!

Before he could finish, the girl knelt down: "I know, sir, you are noble and pure. Please accept me as your disciple! I will definitely train hard and never bring shame to you!"

Michael Bolton was overjoyed inside, but still looked troubled on the surface: "You and I are indeed fated, but... as you can see, I prefer peace and quiet..."

"I promise, unless absolutely necessary, I will never disturb you, teacher!" Seeing his reluctance, the girl quickly nodded, her face full of sincerity.

"I don't have many students, so I might not have as many resources as other teachers, and I might even be criticized by others..." Michael Bolton continued.

"I see... I heard that training resources are very important..." The girl hesitated.

Teachers at the academy receive resources based on their performance, number of students, and other factors. If resources are lacking, it will be hard to make progress in training.

"Ahem, I only said that to test you. Since your heart is firm and you sincerely wish to be my student, I will reluctantly accept you!" Seeing her hesitation, Michael Bolton immediately interrupted and said quickly, "Let's do the identity verification!"

"This... so fast?"

She hadn't expected this teacher to change his attitude as quickly as flipping a page. The girl was slightly stunned as she took the identity token Michael Bolton handed over, still considering whether to verify it. But then she saw the previously composed Mr. Bolton already pulling her hand over, taking out a sharp knife and making a light cut, letting a drop of blood fall onto the jade token.

Buzz!

A flash of light.

"Ah..."

The girl was dazed.

Didn't this teacher just say he needed to think about it and was indifferent to fame and fortune? Why did he act so fast, and... even have a knife ready?

"From now on, you are my student!" With the blood recognizing the master, Michael Bolton finally breathed a sigh of relief and once again put on the demeanor of a master: "What's your name?"

"Reporting to teacher, my name is Jessica Miller!"

Knowing it couldn't be changed, the girl didn't say more and nodded cutely.

"Alright, take your identity token, go collect your bedding and books, and find your dormitory. Classes officially start tomorrow—just come here to find me!"

Michael Bolton waved his hand.

"Yes!" Jessica Miller nodded and turned to leave.

"Phew! Successfully roped in one!"

Seeing her become his student, Michael Bolton finally relaxed and smiled slightly.

It really wasn't easy. If he hadn't seen so many 'showing off' tricks online, he probably wouldn't have succeeded today.

With one student, he could avoid the fate of being expelled. Feeling relieved, Michael Bolton suddenly felt his whole spirit become much smoother, and the lingering obsession from his predecessor in his mind was slowly fading away.

"Don't worry, since I've transmigrated into you, I'll live your life well!"