This!
This!!
This!!!
This was actually the Auxiliary Cultivation Manual?!
Thunder boomed through Shi Tiexin's mind, and the shock in his heart could not have been greater. The glaringly clear words lay right there before him, making it impossible for Shi Tiexin not to believe them. But accepting it was truly difficult.
At Star Engineering Cadet School—no, in all of Tumubao—the Auxiliary Cultivation Manual was a costly strategic resource. The market supply of such things had always been scarce, and their prices often climbed. Even certified workers could not necessarily afford them over the long term. Come to think of it, this was Shi Tiexin's first time seeing one. Before this, he had not even known what an Auxiliary Cultivation Manual looked like.
But what about these test papers?
In the other consciousness's memories, the school handed out batches of test papers at regular intervals, covering every subject. In other words, every so often, they were given away for free!
For free!!
The Auxiliary Cultivation Manuals were given away for free!!
And they were not the kind that increased speed by one or two percent. These were high-quality Auxiliary Cultivation Manuals that directly increased speed by twenty percent!
Turning his head, Shi Tiexin abruptly looked at Zhao Qingmiao. This guy held an entire thick stack of Auxiliary Cultivation Manuals, more than forty sheets at a rough glance. If that stack had been in Tumubao, this little bean sprout would have been attacked who knew how many times already. Yet here, an utterly ordinary little bean sprout carried them around without the slightest defense.
Auxiliary Cultivation Manuals were handed out in batches like they were nothing. It did not matter if you used them up; after a while, more would be sent. In the memories, there were even dedicated instructors who corrected errors and shortcomings in the process of using the manuals, and who openly taught the Way without hiding anything.
Was this the grandeur of a Sacred Land for mind cultivation?
Was this the majesty of Fengming First High School?
I'm convinced. Old Tie is convinced. This place truly deserves to be called a Sacred Land. From now on, I, Shi Tiexin, will settle down here properly!
But this little bean sprout seemed to be planning to take away the unused Auxiliary Cultivation Manuals—how could that do? I haven't used them yet! But that seemed to be the custom here. How could I find a way to keep them?
Bribery?
No money!
Threats?
Don't be ridiculous. This kid seemed pretty decent. Besides, we had no grudge between us. Resorting to threats would be far too low.
Then I could only... say a few nice words and beg for a favor, see if he could make an exception. But asking someone to break the rules the moment I arrived—even I felt a little embarrassed about that.
When Shi Tiexin turned around hesitantly, he was stunned to discover that Zhao Qingmiao had already left.
Did it even need saying?!
That big shot had pulled out a blank test paper, slapped it onto the desk, and glanced over here. His gaze was so vicious it looked ready to devour someone, so was his meaning not already obvious? If I kept sitting there waiting, was I supposed to hear him say, "I didn't do it"? What if he slapped me? It would still be my head that hurt!
These damned delinquents—throwing punches whenever they pleased, hurling insults whenever they pleased—were simply hateful beyond measure!
Zhao Qingmiao felt stifled with grievance, but he did not dare show it. He could only return to his seat and sulk. Yet after a moment, he secretly turned to look at Shi Tiexin again, pushing up his glasses with a finger. The lenses flashed and turned blindingly white.
Hmph, arrogant. Keep being arrogant while you can.
Though it felt a little strange to say it, let me proudly declare this—our Trash Class was not so easy to get by in! A fierce dragon could not crush a local snake. You had only just arrived, yet you were already so conspicuous. Just wait for trouble to come knocking! I saw it yesterday evening: Zhou Nan looked very dissatisfied. How could that rotten seed Zhou Nan, with a belly full of bad water, meekly surrender the Boss position of Class 28?
Looking around, Zhou Nan still had not arrived...
Perfect. That guy had definitely gone to call in reinforcements. Once Zhou Nan brought them back and dragged you to the Black Toilet, heh heh, you would learn what it meant to regret when it was too late!
Zhao Qingmiao believed Zhou Nan had gone to form alliances far and wide.
Had Zhou Nan gone?
Of course he had.
And the moment he went, he found Fengming First High School's most vicious group of first-years: the Class 30 of First Year super delinquent known as Black Hand Hungry Tiger, Teng Chaoguo, the person most likely to inherit the title of one of the Four Heavenly Kings during the next succession.
Among all the delinquents in the first-year Trash Classes, if they were ranked by seniority and standing, first place belonged to Liu Shufeng of Class 29 of First Year. Although this guy acted foolish all day long and often said idiotic things like, "I, Liu Chuanfeng, am already invincible," his strength was surpassed only by Brother Da Long of the second year. He was the sole powerhouse who had seized a seat among the Four Heavenly Kings while still a first-year.
And Teng Chaoguo was one of several people ranked just below Liu Shufeng, evenly matched with one another. His family seemed to have quite a powerful background. He was known for daring to strike ruthlessly, bullying people half to death, and acting with savage brutality and no restraint whatsoever.
Zhou Nan wanted to deal with Shi Tiexin, but he would never seek out Liu Shufeng. Aside from being able to fight, liking to act cool and play dumb, and being willing to exchange blows with others, Liu Shufeng did not have many other delinquent habits. Without delinquent habits, he and Zhou Nan obviously could not piss into the same pot.
Besides, what if Liu Shufeng fought this newcomer openly and honorably, discovered they were evenly matched like a chess opponent meeting his equal and a general encountering worthy talent, and then ended up with that mutual appreciation from hot-blooded comics? Would that not be handing the brat a powerful backer for nothing?
So at a time like this, it was better to find Teng Chaoguo, who had no shame, no bottom line, and a heart blacker than ink with hands vicious as poison.
Besides, I, Zhou Nan, had plenty of wild connections. I knew many things others did not. This time, using a tiger to devour a wolf, I had the matter locked down ten times over...
On a rooftop, several students covered from head to toe in mechanical parts were puffing out clouds of smoke. Zhou Nan began howling from far away.
"Brother Guo! Brother Guo, I've let you down, Brother Guo! I've come to apologize with thorns on my back, Brother Guo!"
The delinquents all turned their heads, and then the leader, a man with a gloomy and vicious face, stood up. He did not look particularly tall or muscular. His skin was pale, and several pimples dotted his face, giving him something of the look of a pretty boy. But his eyes made people uncomfortable just looking at them. They were the eyes of someone rotten to the core.
This person was Teng Chaoguo.
"Oh, Nanzi's here." Taking a deep drag on his cigarette, Teng Chaoguo fixed Zhou Nan with a gloomy stare. "What happened? Oh, right. Where are the cigarettes I told you to buy?"
"I was just about to tell you about that!" Zhou Nan's acting kicked in as rage and indignation filled his face. "Brother Guo, your little brother had your cigarettes ready early yesterday morning and was planning to bring them over to you that night. But who would have thought Zheng Fangtou would show up! Zheng Fangtou confiscated all the cigarettes and did not leave even a single one behind, Brother Guo!"
"Hm?" Teng Chaoguo's eyes widened, his expression turning hostile. He took a deep drag, then picked up the cigarette butt and jabbed it over with a whoosh. The scalding cigarette butt shot straight for Zhou Nan's face. Zhou Nan's heart jumped, but the butt ultimately scraped past his ear and streaked by the side of his face.
A false alarm.
But the man across from him seemed to be barely restraining himself.
"You motherfucking idiot, are you sick?" Teng Chaoguo's face was gloomy, his words slow and terrifying. "You lost my cigarettes, and you came running to me to cry about how miserable you are?"
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