Chapter 220
"Hahaha, Brian, only you dare to say that."
"I can't help it, I'm just naturally inclined to stand up for others..."
Bang!
As He Muzhi was conducting a final check on the weapons in the Transport robot he controlled, he suddenly slammed the lid shut, the loud bang interrupting Brian's voice.
The laughter subsided, and everyone turned to look at He Muzhi, from where the noise had come from, creating an eerie atmosphere.
Someone from Class 6 posted about He Muzhi's unusual behavior in the 999 Group. People around him rushed over as quickly as possible. Students from other classes, seeing the movements of Class 6, were confused but afraid of missing any gossip, so they followed suit one after another.
Within a short period of time, students from different classes approached He Muzhi, Brian, and others from all directions.
With Qin Su absent, Brian wasn't afraid of He Muzhi, especially since He Muzhi had embarrassed him in front of so many people. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but before he could even speak, He Muzhi suddenly called out to him.
He Muzhi: "Brian."
"Hmm?" Brian frowned.
"What are you barking about, you bastard? Always sticking up for others? You're not talking about yourself, are you? Well, who else could be last in your class but you?"
He Muzhi was already feeling frustrated, and Brian's words were hitting him like a bullet. He slammed the box shut, rationally controlling the Transport robot to continue its journey along the trajectory. Facing Brian, he unleashed a torrent of negative information about Brian that he had found, showing no mercy whatsoever.
"What? You're used to getting high scores in your class by sucking up to your family's reputation, and now you can't stand it when our Class Monitor gives you a grade based on your actual performance? If you can't stand it, why are you playing games on your Optical Brain when the Class Monitor isn't around? Isn't failing what you deserve? Or is it that everyone has turned a blind eye to your shortcomings during these three years at the Military Academy because of your family? Do you really think you're exceptionally talented? What do you have left, Brian, without your family? Why didn't you shout when you got high scores before? You've gotten so used to slacking off that you think everyone acts out of respect for your family. If you haven't grown up, I suggest you go home and cuddle with your baby bottle."
"The outside world isn't right for you."
"Waste."
"..."
(Class 6 looked at each other, and saw shock in each other's eyes.
They had never seen He Muzhi look like this before.
In their eyes, He Muzhi had always been rational and calm. In private, they even suspected that He Muzhi was deliberately imitating the class Class Monitor and trying to emulate Class Monitor.
Without pausing, He Muzhi rattled off a long string of words, then looked at the furious Brian. Seeing that the other man showed no sign of attacking, he pressed on. "Tsk, I think you're not only mentally challenged, but also deaf..."
[Isn't this always Raymond's showtime? Did they swap souls?]
[Brother, have you taken the wrong medicine?]
[The person you care about is getting seriously ill; it seems like something terrible is about to happen. Please contact @Qin Su.]
[No, no, no, this clearly means they didn't take their medicine!]
[Calm down, don't add fuel to the fire! You're going to get fired, Mu! Are you crazy?!]
"?"
While busy in his dorm, Qin Su, who had secretly turned on his Electronic Eye to get to the scene based on the comments on the live stream, was surprised to hear He Muzhi passionately speaking.
"He Muzhi, you son of a bitch—" Brian roared in fury, cursing filthily, his face contorted with rage as he clenched his fist and swung it toward He Muzhi...
Seeing Brian's actions, Qin Su recalled the school rules in his mind, took a deep breath, and although he didn't know what had happened, given He Muzhi's character, he shouldn't have deliberately provoked the other party for no reason.
Thinking that he was already "already here," Qin Su originally wanted to block the nearby Electronic Eyes, but if he did so, He Muzhi might find out when he asked Samuel to block them later. After all, He Muzhi was not the kind of person who acted impulsively without considering other things, so he chose to reduce the difficulty of hacking into the Electronic Eyes.
After a short time, and confirming that no one had escaped, Qin Su felt relieved and continued watching.
Brian's men realized what was happening, but only made a show of stopping them. Without hesitation, they turned on their Optical Brain to record the screen, secretly hoping that the two would fight fiercely and be fired together.
Seeing Brian's actions, the smiles of the group of sycophants who had been standing with Brian gradually widened.
'Since we're destined not to get into Class 6, it would be great if we could get rid of He Muzhi and Brian, the bullying scoundrel in the class.'
Finally seeing Brian 'He Muzhi calmly exchanged a glance with Sophia and the other 'permanent' group leaders from the class, then quickly called out, "Samuel."
According to the rules of the Fourth Military Academy, students may engage in friendly sparring, but fighting is strictly prohibited.
As long as the fight isn't witnessed by the Electronic Eye or anyone other than students from Class 6, how can it be considered a violation of school rules?
Without evidence, how can you dismiss someone?
"Understood!" He Muzhi tacit understanding, honed from childhood, was so strong that Samuel immediately understood He Muzhi's meaning. They quickly blocked the Electronic Eye monitoring their movements, and Samuel's voice tinged with pleasure as he noticed their increased intrusion speed, "OK!"
Sophia Jeffrey and the other team leaders on site knew their team members so well that they could tell where each person was just by listening to their footsteps with their eyes closed. As they made eye contact with their team members who were arriving, they formed a well-trained encirclement around He Muzhi, allowing only Brian to enter.
Not long after the encirclement was formed, the students of Class 6), who were facing away from the center of the circle, heard a series of punches and kicks coming from inside, accompanied by muffled groans.
Hearing the sounds of fists hitting flesh, the students of Class 6) felt a pang of sympathy and couldn't help but worry.
Although according to the information they (Class 6) found out and posted in the group, Brian was a good-for-nothing, just like those who were gilded when the Zerg Fourth Military Academy was still there. He relied entirely on slacking off on missions, and during daily training at the Military Academy, he was either playing games or on his way to play games. When it was his turn for the assessment, the machine responsible for recording 'automatically malfunctioned', and his grades were all entered from the backend. But he was still an SS-Class Alpha like He Muzhi, so they couldn't help but worry about He Muzhi.
(Class 6 quickly dismantled the track and stood on it. In the blink of an eye, the others realized that Brian had disappeared.
Looking at the Optical Brain screen, the other unimportant people in Class 6) did not see any footage of He Muzhi and Brian fighting. The senior class was unhappy. They looked at each other, united and went towards Class 6), shouting one after another.
"What are you doing? Get out of the way!"
"What do you (Class 6) mean by this? Are you deliberately covering for them?"
"I have photos of it all. This is not something you can cover up and get away with."
Not long ago, Raymond was shocked by He Muzhi's sharp tongue and concluded that "he still needs to practice more because He Muzhi suddenly took away his strengths." When he saw the students from the 24th and Class of 25 approaching Class 6), his eyes lit up. "It's like someone handed me a pillow when I was sleepy. Make way, make way, I want to get to the front!"
(Class 6 remained silent and pouted, but tacitly gave up the Super VIP channel for Raymond to Passageway.
When Raymond grabbed Jeffrey, he didn't forget to call on a few classmates who were all over two meters tall to protect him.
Looking around at his tall, imposing classmates, Raymond, feeling completely safe, turned on his Optical Brain, and started screen recording. "Hey, hey, hey, can you hear me?"
The group of upperclassmen who came over were speechless at Raymond's smooth little combo, when they suddenly heard Raymond shout at them loudly.
"Shouldn't we be asking you that? What are you doing? Just because we tell you to move aside, you think you can bully us weak, pitiful, and helpless just because you're in the higher grades? Besides, why should we listen to you? Don't we have any dignity?"
"Covering up? What did you see that you're covering up? It's clearly slander! I'm telling you, I've recorded this, and I'll contact my lawyer later! Like anyone can record something, I'm recording too. In my footage, it's clearly you guys who have nothing better to do than act like you want to challenge our (Class 6 to a fight, but our (Class 6 is united in upholding school rules... Ah, I'm warning you, don't touch me! I'm a germaphobe... Waaah, I'm dirty. I won't shut up until my lawyer arrives. You're finished! Do you know how many meticulous maintenance procedures my hands went through before coming out today to be worthy of appearing in the sunlight with me? Your touch has at least knocked off 99.81 of them, 66 of which are..."
Seeing the constipated look on the other person's face, Jeffrey silently took out his earplugs and plugged them in, then distributed them to the other classmates who were temporarily acting as Raymond's 'bodyguards'.
As Raymond's childhood friend, he has come to understand one thing deeply: earplugs are an essential item for home and travel.
He even suspected that Raymond had pulled him, a man less than two meters tall, over to provide earplugs for his 'bodyguards'.
After plugging in his earphones and the world went quiet, Jeffrey cleared his throat. He didn't want to hear Raymond's babbling, so he skillfully started blindly shouting:
"Ah, right, right!"
"That's right!"
"Who says otherwise!"
"That's right!"
I would award Jeffrey the title of Best Supporting Announcer of the Match.
[Who will pamper Raymond like this after he leaves Jeffrey?]
The upperclassmen, accustomed to maintaining a proper and respectable image, were unable to get a word in edgewise with Raymond: "?"
The "bodyguards" who were assigned earplugs looked at Jeffrey, who was shouting with his ears closed, and then at Raymond, who was passionately speaking into his microphone, "?"
'So, Jeffrey gave them earplugs not because he was worried Raymond would be noisy, but so they could plug their ears and work together with Raymond to provide backup?'
"..."
'That must be it. I thought Jeffrey loved me, but it turns out I was just imagining things.'
Adhering to the principle that since they'd already plugged their ears, they couldn't let it go to waste, so the 'bodyguards' took a deep breath and went all out, mimicking what they heard:
"Yes, yes, Raymond is absolutely right!"
"Marvelous!"
Senior students. "???"
'Are they crazy?'
(Class 6: "..."
Without earplugs... should they join?
After thinking for a few seconds, I came up with the rule of unity and friendship among the 999 Group in the group (6), and I decided to go all out and join the group.
"Yes, yes, I completely agree!"
"Support!"
"..."
Realizing he wasn't present and didn't need to agonize over whether to join in, and that while He Muzhi's attacks were forceful, the blows were measured, leaving Brian unharmed on exposed areas like his face and neck, Qin Su felt a sense of relief.
[Make way, make way, make way, the medicine is here!]
[Class 6): Go crazy first, do whatever you want]
[I can't take it anymore, family. Without our Class 6, who will make us laugh?]
[ (Class 6's a kind of crazy feeling about how no one cares about the lives of others]
[We were having so much fun together, I'm so inexplicably moved I feel like I need to pee, what's going on?]
[Luckily He Muzhi had Samuel turn off the Electronic Eyes before he acted; otherwise, if it had been filmed, their future successes would have been marked by high-definition black history (facepalm and helpless laugh)]
"..."
The speechless senior students felt their vision blur, and looking at the shocked gazes of the Class of 27 students around them, they wished they could disappear into a crack in the ground.
'They were wrong. They only knew that everyone in Class 6 was psychologically abnormal under Qin Su's tutelage, but no one told them that Class 6 was also insane!'
'They're filled with regret and shame now, and they wish they could travel back in time to slap their past selves who tried to cause trouble for Class 6).'
Unable to get a word in edgewise, and unwilling to lose face, the senior students, who had been relentlessly and relentlessly attacked by Class 6), had finally reached their breaking point. Their faces contorted and twitching, they all turned away, deciding to back down and give themselves some space. They scattered and hurriedly 'fled' as if being chased by dogs.
In the center of the encirclement, He Muzhi made his move with ruthlessness, but he didn't lose his temper. He had some restraint, but not too much. He controlled his strength, and although the blows hurt, none of them hit any vital points.
Outside the encirclement, the people of Class 6) were not ruthless, but they forgot about feelings.
Seeing the upperclassmen fleeing in disarray, Raymond, still feeling a surge of enthusiasm, extended a warm invitation for their 'return':
"Hey, hey, hey, how come one or two of them are so heartless, unreasonable, cold-blooded, and just leave like that?"
"How could you bear to watch me perform a one-man show? I'm the one who gave you freedom... cough cough, come back, I haven't even had a chance to perform yet!"
[A senior student (slapping himself in frustration): Why did you have to provoke them?!]
[Senior class (face covered): Let's go!]
[Brian: Hello? Are you guys coming back?]
[Seriously, He Muzhi is clearly still holding a grudge and feeling resentful because of Qin Su's previous words.]
[You mean He Muzhi can't get past his own mental hurdle, can't accept Qin Su's extraordinary and terrifying way of thinking, and chooses to vent his frustration on those who speak ill of Qin Su? What kind of behavior is that? Your reason is saying no no no, but your body is honestly screaming yes yes yes yes?]
[Oh my~]
The senior class took several deep breaths, but still couldn't suppress the anger they felt towards Class 6). They all did something that only elementary school students would do.
'They have any shame? They can't even cure the crazy Class 6 students, can't the school staff do it?'
At almost the same time, nearby teachers, instructors, and patrol teams received complaints from upperclassmen.
The teachers who happened to be together exchanged information and were speechless for a moment.
"No way, how old are they? How can they even type these words with their brains?"
"We still have to go and see, no matter what."
[The teacher's spot-on witty remarks made me laugh so hard I rolled on the floor.]
[This is unbelievable! How can they be sore losers and still call someone "teacher"?]
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The students of Class 9(153) of the Class of 27 cohort, who knew they were at the bottom of the food chain, were hiding furtively in a corner. They dared not say or ask anything, trembling and staring wide-eyed at the strange scene in front of them.
Quiet whispers arose among the Class of 27 graduating class.
"No, failing will result in public shaming by Class 6?"
"Speaking of which, is there anyone in our class who didn't fall below the passing grade?"
"No, our class's scores were pretty good. I think this is probably because, although it was our first time on 'field duty' and we didn't know anything, we were obedient and diligent enough..."
"Wait, does what you're saying prove that Qin Su graded us based on our actual performance? There are so many people in our four classes, and Qin Su actually reviewed each one individually—that's such a huge workload! Otherwise, it doesn't explain why so many senior students in Visana, who no longer saw Qin Su so readily dumping his work on others, frequently complained on the Forum about Qin Su being unfair because of their low scores. I'm impressed by his work in this area!"
"Even someone like Qin Su gets criticized, tsk tsk. It makes me realize that no one in this world can please everyone, even someone like Qin Su. Rounding up, I feel like I'm a billion points closer to Qin Su."
"Hehe, how many light-years did you round up? You really know how to flatter yourself... Why are a bunch of teachers coming over?"
The students of the Class of 27 rubbed their eyes and then looked anxiously at Class 6).
(Class 6 6 quickly informed He Muzhi, who was in the middle.
Upon hearing the sound, He Muzhi told his classmates that he understood, then quickly got up from Brian, turned on the Optical Brain camera to check his own face, compared it with Brian on the ground, and then smacked his own face a few times in obvious places.
After the fight was over, He Muzhi, who calmly knew that no matter what he did, he couldn't let himself be expelled, showed no mercy to himself.
"Cough..."
Coughing up some blood, He Muzhi savored the metallic taste of blood in his mouth and smeared it haphazardly on his face, neck, and clothes with his fingers.
"Well," Lin Yin whispered, pointing to Brian, who had been lifted to his feet by Lailisi with one hand, "He has a lot on him, we could actually use what he has."
He Muzhi's mind went blank for a moment, and he awkwardly explained, "... I was a little tipsy and forgot. I'll definitely do it next time."
Qin Su: "..."
'So He Muzhi can also speak devilishly.'
During this time, Qin Su learned from the comments that He Muzhi because Brian had spoken rudely to Brian. He also saw a side of He Muzhi that was significantly different from before, just as his classmates had described him as "a bit of a calm madman." To avoid letting He Muzhi be too deeply influenced by him, Qin Su decided on the spot to stay further away from He Muzhi's life in the future.
[He Muzhi, you've changed (shide). But people change. I used to worry that someone as upright as you would get taken advantage of sooner or later, but now it seems you have this side to you too, so I'm relieved (relieved)]
[... sounding a '6' for Brian, who was lying on the ground howling in pain.]
[I never expected you to be like this, A-Mu (shocked)]
[I knew it! No one is perfect. God Su have dark sides, He Muzhi certainly has one too, he just didn't show it before. Now he's finally letting loose, isn't he?]
[He Muzhi had always believed that the God Su was bright, benevolent, and great, and the things done in the dormitory truly reflected this, which only strengthened He Muzhi's unwavering faith in the God Su Destiny. Who knew that one day the God Su would openly reveal its dark side to He Muzhi? Even after glimpsing the dark side of the god he believed in, He Muzhi found himself unable to leave the god he had longed for, a situation that contradicted everything he had previously believed in. Who could bear this? I feel a little sorry for He Muzhi.]
[Brian: Peanuts for me!]
[No peanuts, how about a fist?]
[Brian: I firmly rejected it.]
The students of Class 6, who clearly witnessed this scene, were like. "...?"
'Will there be a next time?'
They had never seen He Muzhi like this before, a bit... calmly insane? Hmm, what exactly did the Class Monitor say to He Muzhi that caused such a dramatic emotional fluctuation?
Despite their curiosity, He Muzhi kept quiet, and they held it in tightly.
Do you know what the only thing I'm grateful for right now is?
"What?"
"Of course, the Class Monitor wasn't there, so he didn't see anything. Whether it's He Muzhi or us who were just 'aiding and abetting' the evildoers, in the Class Monitor's heart, we're still well-behaved good students!"
Qin Su: "..."
Sorry, he's already read it.
At first, the teachers thought that Class 6 had gone crazy. When they came in, they saw that Class 6 and the Class of 27 students were scattered together in the distance, not in their assigned positions. They quickened their pace and ran over while shouting.
What are you doing?
"What happened!"