Chapter 221

While he was still hidden behind his classmates and before the patrol officers could see what was happening behind him, He Muzhi fell down without warning, glancing in Raymond's direction before he fell.

He can act out a perfect Raymond even if he only feels a little pain.

It's perfect for situations where you need to turn black into white.

The person who pulled Brian up was startled and almost dropped Brian to the ground. After stabilizing Brian, he looked up and saw that the other students in Class 6 around him didn't look much better than him. He felt better and quietly watched He Muzhi's performance.

"Ah! He Muzhi, He Muzhi, what's wrong with you He Muzhi!" Upon receiving He Muzhi's signal, Raymond suddenly knelt down on one knee beside He Muzhi, grabbed He Muzhi's shoulder, and began to wail, "Don't die, He Muzhi! You damned Brian, give me back my... Our (Class 6 has been diligent, hardworking, and conscientious..."

"Cough cough!" He Muzhi coughed violently, unable to stop, and looked at Raymond speechlessly, his eyes saying 'That's enough.'

Raymond was speechless, all his unspoken words condensed into one. "He Muzhi, hold on, don't die!"

He Muzhi: "..."

So all that coughing was for nothing?

(Class 6 consciously moving around and Raymond yelling, it was hard for the patrol personnel and teachers who rushed over not to see He Muzhi on the ground.

The teachers' brows twitched at the words "He Muzhi" and "death." Seeing He Muzhi jog turned into a frantic run. He dashed towards the two people and shouted at the students of Class 6), "Make way! Make way!"

The teachers and patrol personnel quickly surrounded He Muzhi.

"Did you call the doctor?"

"I called them, they're on their way."

Anthony, with Brian hanging on his body, blinked blankly, looked at Brian's clean face, and then looked at He Muzhi on the ground with obvious injuries through the teacher, and suddenly understood.

Looking at him from every angle, Brian seemed to be asleep, clinging to him. Even the teachers, unaware of the situation, wouldn't care about someone who liked to sleep during the day.

He Muzhi lay on his back on the ground, his eyelids half-closed. He saw the figure above him, hissed, and then stretched out his hand, his voice hoarse. "T-Teacher, cough cough cough..."

Before he could finish speaking, he coughed violently, turned to the side, and vomited a mouthful of blood.

"Don't move! The school doctor is coming right away!"

Although the teacher who was speaking did not understand what had happened, the injured person was He Muzhi, and He Muzhi's value had risen because of Qin Su. This was really terrible. As he spoke, he was about to push Raymond aside and help He Muzhi up.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, He Muzhi had leaned to the side and braced himself with one hand on the ground, quickly raised his other hand. "Teacher, no need to cough, I'm fine..."

Although he didn't quite understand why He Muzhi refused the teacher, Raymond still didn't move aside, placing his hand on He Muzhi's shoulder and arm, ready to help He Muzhi stand up at any time.

Rejected, the outstretched hands of the surrounding teachers and patrol personnel froze in mid-air. They didn't quite understand the extent of He Muzhi's injuries and dared not touch him. They could only anxiously examine He Muzhi from head to toe.

He Muzhi pretended to cough, then felt a little nauseous when he saw the blood in his mouth spilling out on the ground. He frowned, then skillfully pulled a silk handkerchief from Raymond's Training Uniform pocket and wiped the ground haphazardly a few times.

There was no way around it; of all the people he knew in his class, besides Samuel, only Raymond always carried a clean handkerchief in his pocket.

"I'll make it up to you later." Looking at the clean floor, He Muzhi felt relieved.

"I... you..." Raymond wanted to say something, but seeing that there were outsiders present, he swallowed his words.

'You should at least have said something! I tried to grab his pocket without warning, and he almost reflexively knocked me over!'

Seeing the obvious injuries on He Muzhi's face, the messy bloodstains on his body, and the way he took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood clean even after spitting it out, the teachers were speechless. They recalled the rumors that after several training sessions, Class 6) had secretly washed and changed clothes to appear clean in front of Qin Su.

"..."

'As expected, most of the rumors weren't unfounded. Class 6) really knows how to maintain their image.'

"Help me up," He Muzhi said weakly.

"Good."

Raymond then helped He Muzhi up and leaned him against him.

As He Muzhi stood up and faced him, the teachers noticed that the bruises on He Muzhi cheeks were more pronounced and quickly asked, "What happened?"

The senior students complained one by one that there was a fight in Class 6, and apart from He Muzhi, no one else had any injuries or bloodstains.

Hearing what he wanted to hear, He Muzhi naturally looked in Brian's direction.

The teachers followed He Muzhi's gaze and saw Brian. Brian's biological father was the famous Greyliff of the Federation. From the first day he entered the school until now, Brian had been ahead of the pack in all aspects of academic performance. There were very few people in the Fourth Military Academy who did not know Brian.

If He Muzhi hadn't been in such a bad state, they would never have overlooked Brian until now, only belatedly realizing that the senior students' complaints were about He Muzhi unilaterally beating Brian.

But...

Why does He Muzhi seem to be in a worse situation?

Anthony noticed everyone looking at him and quickly nudged Brian, who was clinging to him, "Hey, wake up! You're not allowed to sleep here!"

Brian, who prides himself on being "highly respected" and whose daily training check-ins are always accompanied by machine malfunctions, has never been treated like this before. His mind and body have suffered a severe "blow," and waking up is out of the question.

Seeing that he couldn't wake him, Raymond blurted out, "It's good to be young, you can fall asleep just by leaning on someone."

[I laughed so hard I almost fainted. How can someone be so shameless?]

[Final Kill]

[Brian: Is this true?]

Both sides presented conflicting accounts, and the teachers' suspicious gazes lingered on Brian and He Muzhi.

He Muzhi explained weakly, "It's like this, Brian got really agitated when he saw me, and challenged me to a sparring match. I hadn't finished the school assignment, so I refused. Brian thought I looked down on him, and got angry. In a fit of rage, he charged at me. I thought Brian was a senior, and I shouldn't lay a hand on him, so I dodged him repeatedly. Brian seemed even more dissatisfied, and his blows became heavier..."

He let out a timely cry of pain, raised his hand to touch his cracked lip, He Muzhi helplessly, "Brian was too emotional and tripped over the Transport track on the ground, which is why the teachers see this."

Based on a personality analysis of Brian's existing data conducted privately by Class 6, He Muzhi lied without hesitation.

After saying that, He Muzhi realized he felt guilty and a little burdened, but he didn't regret it at all.

In this fight, he seemed to have broken free of some shackles, feeling completely relaxed.

Telling a lie that he would never have openly told in front of so many people gave He Muzhi a sense of relief, as if "it's not so difficult after all" and "I finally don't have to endure it anymore."

God knows how conflicted he was inside for a long time, harboring many dark and selfish thoughts while maintaining a righteous image of 'upright and kind' in front of his classmates.

"Now... rather than being driven mad by Qin Su's previous words, it's more accurate to say that the shock of Qin Su's frank and indifferent narration of his cruel and dark side gave him the courage to 'recognize and acknowledge' himself."

[Deliberately making myself dirty? Making myself less clean than before, so I have a more plausible excuse to convince myself to stand by Qin Su's side, and then I don't have to struggle anymore?]

[This angle is amazing!]

Everyone has a dark side; no one is a Buddha without desires or wants. He Muzhi doesn't need to think so badly of himself.

"..."

Qin Su hadn't expected that his seemingly nonsensical conversation with He Muzhi would be interpreted so convolutedly by He Muzhi's thought process. However... it was also a twist of fate that made He Muzhi a little more 'open up,' significantly reducing the chances of him being 'too honest and getting tricked.'

Looking at He Muzhi lying without batting an eye, Qin Su had a surreal feeling that "this fight seems to have knocked away some of He Muzhi's fine qualities and morals," and he gave up the idea of explaining.

Teachers: "..."

So, He Muzhi meant that Brian first provoked He Muzhi badly, and then knocked him unconscious?

He Muzhi is indeed a well-known honest child and a good person. He would do such a thing in order not to affect the assigned task. Everyone knows that Class 6) is indeed very stubborn in terms of running tasks. Otherwise, he would not have been valued by Qin Su. Brian's beautiful performance of slacking off can easily deceive his useless mind and body.

Thinking about it this way, it's not so magical after all.

Various thoughts raced through his mind, and the leading teacher nodded. "I see."

"It's my fault." He Muzhi lowered his eyelids, looking apologetic. "I didn't catch him. If I had been quicker, Brian wouldn't be in this state now."

The lead teacher quickly interjected, "No, no, no, it's all Brian's fault. Brian was so careless."

"Who says otherwise?" the teacher beside him wholeheartedly agreed. "If you ask me, it's because you're such a kind person, He. Brian provoked you like that, and you're still thinking of him. He's just being selfish..."

"Ahem!" One of the teachers coughed to interrupt the words that were detrimental to the teacher's teaching career.

'No matter how much Brian goes too far, he's still Greyliff's child; it's not their place to judge.'

At this moment, several school doctors arrived by the school's express transportation and went straight to He Muzhi, who had obvious bloodstains. "It's He..."

He Muzhi pointed in Brian's direction, deliberately emphasizing the word "sleep": "No, not me, it's Brian. He looks like he's going to sleep for a while. The teachers should take him away to sleep; after all, this is a work environment, not a place for sleeping."

"?"

The school doctors were full of questions.

"I'm fine, I can hold on until I finish my work." He Muzhi didn't want Brian to recover so quickly, so he added, "Brian doesn't seem to like being touched by others casually. You should wait until he wakes up and ask his opinion before making a decision."

Anthony nodded repeatedly as he placed Brian on the express vehicle, preparing for the school doctors to take him back to the school hospital to sleep.

The school doctor glanced at the teacher who had urgently called him over, and the teacher nodded before taking Brian, who seemed to be alright, away on a high-speed vehicle.

"The task is more important than their own health; I truly admire Class 6 for their dedication and responsibility."

"I've ordered it. Everyone who sees it will say that Qin Su's teaching is excellent."

As the school doctors' whispers faded away, He Muzhi looked at the patrol officers and teachers. "Teachers, I don't want our Class Monitor to know about this. I hope you can keep it a secret for me, okay?"

These words were exactly what the teachers wanted to hear, and they quickly nodded, "Don't worry, He, we don't know anything."

Qin Su deleted the recorded footage from each student in Class 6) according to the list of students who had started recording, disconnected the connection to the Electronic Eye, and pretended to know nothing.

"Thanks."

He Muzhi breathed a sigh of relief and, taking advantage of the excuse of needing to go to the restroom to do something simple, slipped out of the teacher's sight.

To maintain the illusion of his weakness, He Muzhi Raymond to help him leave.

Watching He Muzhi's departing figure, Sophia gestured to the students in Class 6 to look at the Optical Brain.

Upon seeing the message sent by Sophia on the Optical Brain, (Class 6) immediately made excuses about being busy with their own tasks and dispersed to secluded places, taking the initiative to launch attacks on Forums and social media platforms.

Before long, familiar IDs on Forums and social media platforms posted Brian's sarcastic remarks, claiming that they were "purely personal emotions without any embellishment."

'Dare to criticize their Class Monitor? Do you really think Class 6 is just jealous?'

--

As soon as he disappeared from everyone's sight, Raymond immediately released He Muzhi, looked him up and down with a monster-like expression, and pointed to his own head. "Is something wrong with this thing of yours?"

Whether it was risking breaking the rules to beat someone up or lying without batting an eye, Raymond was sure that he wasn't the only one shocked by He Muzhi's unusual words and actions.

"No."

Once out of the teacher's sight, He Muzhi's tone returned to normal. He threw the blood-stained handkerchief into the garbage disposal machine, washed his hands, and cleaned the bloodstains from his face and body in front of the mirror.

"Did you take the wrong medicine?"

He Muzhi replied numbly, "No."

"So what's wrong with you today? Your acting completely bewildered me." Raymond leaned against the side with his arms crossed, his eyes full of inquiry. "I was perfectly fine, so you were possessed by me too?"

He Muzhi froze, still unable to predict what strange things Raymond would say next.

Taking a deep breath, He Muzhi answered Raymond's last question, "Brain's dad is Greyliff. With that, the teachers will have a much easier time dealing with it."

Otherwise, he wouldn't have gone to such lengths to put on a show in front of the teachers, hoping to gain the moral high ground, make Greyliff blame him, and have the teachers speak up for him so he wouldn't be in such a difficult position.

"Tsk." Raymond's face showed a satisfied expression. "A familiar feeling, a familiar taste, this little flavor is just right!"

'He knew it! A kind-hearted person is He Muzhi's true nature.'

He Muzhi paused for two seconds before saying, "Tell everyone that once we're done with today's business, we'll get together at our the Old Meeting Place, and I'll tell you all the things you've been curious about."

Raymond washed his hands, gave an OK sign, and left only an excited afterimage.

He Muzhi left, Samuel ended the intrusion, and restored the Electronic Eye to normal operation.

Although they believed He Muzhi's words, the patrol personnel still retrieved the surveillance footage at the teacher's request.

Upon receiving the answer that the surveillance footage showing Brian's provocation was damaged, the teachers found it strange. However, since the footage was gone, there was no evidence to hold Greyliff accountable, and they wouldn't be made to suffer. They didn't press the matter further and left quickly.

Seeing Brian being taken away, the senior students who didn't want to get close to Class 6 were satisfied and watched from afar.

"With both witnesses and physical evidence, let's see how Qin Su protects He Muzhi now."

"How naive. If Qin Su really wanted to protect He Muzhi, it wouldn't be a matter of a second. The key is whether Greyliff will clash with Qin Su. Greyliff will definitely protect Brian too. Tsk tsk, there's going to be a good show soon."

"Hehe, it's good-looking, I like watching it more."

"Well..." someone nudged the gloating group, "You guys should check your own Optical Brain. The outcome is completely different from what we imagined."

A few minutes later, after watching the wonderful speech by Class 6), the senior students who were waiting to see the show began to express their disbelief.

"No way, this works? Brian doesn't look like he's asleep at all. How come I didn't know when Brian hit He Muzhi again?"

"Brian hit He Muzhi? What a joke! The teacher actually believed that nonsense? The Electronic Eye just happened to be broken, which is obviously suspicious. Why didn't they investigate?"

"To be honest, the footage was blocked by Class 6), so we really didn't know what happened in between. According to the comments from Class of 27, they did see the crowd disperse, He Muzhi's face and body covered in blood, while Brian was perfectly fine."

"I don't care, Class 6 must have used some tricks!"

--

With the 'carrot' hanging in front, the efficiency of Class 6) has reached a new level. Before the appointed time, all the students of Class 6) gathered neatly at the familiar place.

Without wasting any words, He Muzhi recounted his previous conversation with Qin Su to his classmates in detail.

As the narrative ended, He Muzhi saw in his classmates the same emotions he had felt before.

In the oppressive and confused atmosphere, before anyone else could speak, He Muzhi took the initiative to state his position. "I'll go first. I have no opinion on this. The Class Monitor is still the Class Monitor; it makes no difference to me."

'It's all his fault, no matter what. He blames himself for being prejudiced and projecting his own hopes onto Qin Su. Qin Su has no responsibility or obligation to bear the weight of his psychological projections.'

[Qin Su did nothing. After a period of self-reflection, He Muzhi managed to calm himself down. But that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was that after calming himself down, He Muzhi himself. Qin Su's brain is truly beyond saving.]

[Isn't it said that those who have different ideas cannot work together? Class 6) should part ways with Qin Su now, right?]

[What do you know? This is called loving so deeply that even poison is sweet to the soul.]

Based on Class 6)'s past record, I bet it won't be long before they use their amazing self-regulation skills to get themselves on the same wavelength as He Muzhi (doge)

(Class 6: "..."

'Why don't you think about Brian was just taken away by the school doctor?'

(Class 6 also realized the reason for He Muzhi's series of unusual actions.

He Muzhi wouldn't lie to them, nor would he have any reason to lie to them. They weren't outsiders, and everything he said was absolutely true, which left them with no reason to even deceive themselves.

Let alone He Muzhi, now that they know the dark side of their Class Monitor, they feel... strange, a kind of indescribable bewilderment and trepidation.

"That's all for today, let's call it a day." Everyone's current state makes it unsuitable to continue with the extra training as previously planned.

Most of the students in Class 6 were in a state of confusion and did not refute He Muzhi's words, and left one after another.

When they arrived, Class 6 was in groups, chatting and laughing. When Class 6 left, none of them paid any attention to each other. They each took their own steps with different emotions, without saying a word.

As soon as Class 6) left, some senior students handed over their work to the Class of 27, which resulted in some Class of 27 students finishing their tasks last and encountering Class 6) students who exuded an aura of something wrong from head to toe.

What happened to them?

"He seems to have suffered some kind of blow. The only things that happened recently were the incidents involving He Muzhi and Brian. I'm guessing he's feeling bad for He Muzhi."

"That damn Brian! Since the God Su gave me a high score, I've decided to diss him again!"

"For the sake of the Vaccine, I'll take one too!"

The Fourth Military Academy Hospital.

The first thing Brian did upon waking was to feel the pain in his body. Anger welled up inside him, and he asked to video chat with his father.

The video call connected, and upon seeing Brian lying on the hospital bed on the other end, Greyliff's already gloomy brows furrowed, his impatience turning into a grimace. "What's up?"