Grade eleven, Class 7, before the first afternoon class, Ye Qingzhou had just walked into the classroom through the back door, and the originally noisy class suddenly fell silent, with everyone’s eyes focused on him.
Ye Qingzhou was a bit puzzled and sat down before asking Huang Liwen, who was scrolling through his phone looking at beauties, "Why is everyone looking at ?"
"I guess they think you’ve gotten more handso."
"Makes sense."
Ye Qingzhou wholeheartedly agreed. As soone who was handso from the inside out, like a firefly in the dark, he was so outstanding that being the center of attention was only natural.
He had just sat down when soone ca over: "Hey, hey, Old Ye, I heard you made the school beauty from Class Six cry and then asked her for money?"
The speaker was Nong Pengming, short in stature and a bit thin, but very clever, known in class as the ’Master of All Things’.
From his mouth, one could always find out all sorts of reliable and unreliable gossip around the school.
Ye Qingzhou didn’t want to get involved with a woman like Yun Shanshan again, poor and scheming, she didn’t even have One Thousand Gold but wanted him to tutor her, clearly planning to get sothing for nothing, really disappointing.
As a Gang Force expert, how could he be taken advantage of so freely?
So Ye Qingzhou closed his eyes and shoved his hands in his pockets, loving no one: "Fake news."
"No way? I have witnesses."
"Who?"
"Brother Wen."
"Ah! So you’re the one spreading rumors about ."
Ye Qingzhou turned his head, glaring at Huang Liwen.
Huang Liwen suddenly felt guilty, "Why are you looking at ? I didn’t say it wrong. Yun Shanshan was indeed made to cry by you in the small forest, and did you ask her for money?"
Ye Qingzhou: "..."
Did this damn thing self-study journalism during spare ti?
Just as Ye Qingzhou was about to "act unruly" and physically deal with Huang Liwen, the class teacher Zhu Hanwen walked into the classroom with a stern face: "Ye Qingzhou, co out for a mont."
Having dodged a bullet, Huang Liwen made a mischievous face at Ye Qingzhou, then adopted a gloating expression.
"You’re done for, the Old Class is definitely asking about you and Yun Shanshan."
"Just wait, when I return I’ll twist off your disobedient head."
Ye Qingzhou sighed, and followed class teacher Zhu Hanwen out into the corridor.
"Old Class, you know , I really didn’t ss with Yun Shanshan."
"???"
Zhu Hanwen looked bewildered, "You actually... never mind, didn’t ask about that, what I want to ask is, at lunch were you in the cafeteria and did you beat up Hee Weifang and the others?"
"No."
"Still denying? All a few of them have been sent to the dical room, if not for Teacher Lei’s excellent dical skill, they’d probably have been sent to the hospital for rescue!"
Zhu Hanwen was sowhat angry, a case like this among his students nearly scared him into a heart attack.
Upon hearing about it, he rushed from ho to the school to get clear explanations from Ye Qingzhou.
"What happened exactly, how did you suddenly injure classmates from another class, and so seriously at that? Teacher Sha from the physical training team told Hee Weifang and the others could barely breathe."
Compared to Zhu Hanwen’s urgency and panic, Ye Qingzhou, one of the parties involved, was calm and collected: "At noon, Hee Weifang sought out for pointers on fist technique, his attitude was quite unfriendly, but considering we’re classmates, I gave them a little guidance. If you don’t believe , teacher, you can check the surveillance, I assure every word I said is true."
Ye Qingzhou was very composed because he really wasn’t lying.
Hee Weifang and each of them were rely tapped with his fingertip; what was that, if not guidance?
Moreover, it was Hee Weifang who initiated it, therefore, Ye Qingzhou was bold and confident.
Half-believing, Zhu Hanwen asked, "You’re not lying to ?"
Ye Qingzhou: "Don’t worry, as a rare genius, I wouldn’t lie to you."
Zhu Hanwen: "..."
What does being a rare genius have to do with lying?
Since when did you beco a rare genius?
In the end-of-year exams in Grade ten, your scores didn’t even make the top one hundred!
Could it be that Linjiang First High School has over a hundred rare geniuses?
Whatever, right now Zhu Hanwen couldn’t care less about these details, he beckoned Ye Qingzhou: "Co on, you first follow to the dical room."
"That’s not good."
"Why not?"
"Class is starting soon."
"..."
Holy crap, how do you have the mood to care about class at a ti like this!
Though Zhu Hanwen’s mind raced with questions, his first impression during the start of the term was no Demons and Monsters in his class, managing should be quite easy, yet within just two weeks, trouble was happening!
"Cut the nonsense, follow to the dical room."
"Okay, you’re the teacher, I’ll follow."
Ye Qingzhou shrugged and followed Zhu Hanwen to the dical room.
In Dongji Kingdom, the martial arts culture prevailed, so injuries among teachers and students often occurred on Linjiang First High School’s campus. Lei Ying was currently pursuing postgraduate studies; her project involved dical skill, so she took this part-ti work to accumulate experience and material for her research.
However, today’s patients were a bit peculiar, she examined them several tis but found no external wounds other than a two-finger-wide red mark on their throats.
"Teacher Lei, are my students alright?"
"Rest assured Teacher Sha, I’ve already treated them, no problem."
"But they can’t speak even now."
Instructor Sha Lixin from the physical training team was as anxious as an ant on a hot plate, other team mbers could manage, but Hee Weifang absolutely couldn’t be affected.
"Mm mm mm... ah ah ah..."
Hee Weifang and the others also appeared anxious, surrounding Lei Ying with open mouths, but could only make mm mm ah ah noises.
At this mont, Zhu Hanwen along with Ye Qingzhou entered the dical room.
With Ye Qingzhou’s appearance, Hee Weifang and the few burly physical trainees imdiately adopted frightened expressions, trembling like little chicks as they hid behind Sha Lixin, excitedly pointing at Ye Qingzhou while continuously making mm mm ah ah shrieks.
Sha Lixin inwardly cursed at Hee Weifang and his lot for being useless, yet maintained a protective stance and sought recourse from Zhu Hanwen: "Mr. Zhu, look at what your student has done to mine?"
Having heard the full story from Ye Qingzhou, Zhu Hanwen retorted unreservedly, "Teacher Sha, since the facts aren’t clear yet, shouldn’t we avoid jumping to conclusions?"
"What do you an Zhu Hanwen? My students got beaten up for nothing?"
Sha Lixin was very displeased. His aptitude for Martial Dao was average; already thirty-sothing, he hadn’t yet passed Martial Rank Second. Now, he hoped to curry favor with Hee Family for benefits, ideally so cultivation-enhancing Immortal Ganoderma to progress his Martial Dao.
No choice, his desire to progress was profound.
To find Hee Weifang beaten by another student under his watch was intolerable, right?
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