The Key Is Gunmanship

"It's fine if you don't fight, but you have to treat us to Milk Tea, you have to treat the whole class to a week of Milk Tea!"

"How can just Milk Tea be enough? You also have to bring us breakfast for a week. This guy is shameless!"

The classmates were filled with righteous indignation.

The form teacher was about to laugh his back teeth out. He waved his hand and was unusually generous, "Alright, Teacher Wang is happier than all of you that Meng Chao has recovered. When we go to the cafeteria for dinner tonight, Teacher Wang will personally foot the bill and treat the whole class to Milk Tea!"

"Long live Teacher Wang!"

The whole class cheered.

Of course, except for Zuo Haoran.

He looked dazed, stared at Meng Chao, grinding his teeth, not knowing what he was thinking.

Meng Chao finally turned his gradually sharpening gaze onto the class monitor.

"Thank you, Teacher Wang, but I'll treat everyone to the Milk Tea myself. The most expensive kind, with pearls, Mesona, anything is fine."

Meng Chao, who had just earned millions last night, was very much showing off his overnight wealth. He paused and looked around, "However, there's something I need Teacher Wang and my classmates to help me get justice for."

He calmly walked up to the dispirited Zuo Haoran.

"Class monitor, I'm back."

He said softly at first, then suddenly his eyes widened in anger, and he pointed at Zuo Haoran's nose and roared, "You, surnamed Zuo, you've humiliated me time and time again. I've been putting up with it for the sake of our friendship as classmates, but who knew you wouldn't stop? Today, I can't bear it any longer. Let's settle this!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar.

The form teacher hurriedly stepped forward, "What's going on? Don't be impulsive!"

"Don't worry, Teacher Wang, I won't mess around. I just want to report a very excessive matter to you. He, the class monitor, he, he insulted me!" Meng Chao twisted his face, put his hands on his hips, stomped his foot, and looked aggrieved.

The classmates didn't know whether to laugh or cry. They thought it was something serious, but it turned out he was just cursed at a few times. What was that?

The form teacher was also stunned for a moment. So what if someone curses at you? You're going to the teacher to complain? Is this senior year of high school or kindergarten?

"Is there some misunderstanding? It shouldn't be that serious, right?" The form teacher wanted to make the matter smaller.

"Meng Chao, I was just encouraging you to improve. At most, my tone was a bit harsh, but it was for your own good. Your psychological endurance is just not good enough," Zuo Haoran regained his composure and sneered.

Meng Chao didn't say a word, and took out from his pocket... a voice recorder.

"Click," he pressed the switch, and Zuo Haoran's very clear voice immediately came from the voice recorder:

"You're a piece of trash.

"You'll always be garbage.

"I'll let you use one hand, you trash!"

Meng Chao held the voice recorder under the class monitor's nose and shook it.

Zuo Haoran was dumbfounded.

The classmates were also stunned.

Who could have imagined that the usually upright and awe-inspiring class monitor would be so sarcastic and mean?

For a moment, everyone stared at Zuo Haoran with disdain.

Recalling what had just happened, they were even more convinced that he had reported Chu Feixiong, almost disbanding the study group.

Class beauty Gu Fang even covered her mouth, never expecting that the male god she secretly admired was this kind of person.

The prince charming in the girl's heart had turned into a toad.

The homeroom teacher was also dumbfounded: "Meng Chao, this recording pen of yours..."

"You, you framed me!"

Zuo Haoran reacted quickly, retorting with a flushed face, "Who would normally carry a recording pen around for no reason? Don't believe him, it's not what you heard!"

"That's right, normally, no one would carry a recording pen, but after being insulted by you repeatedly, cursed like this for a dozen or twenty times, how could I not learn a lesson?" Meng Chao's face was calm, but his voice trembled.

Looking closely, the girls even noticed the glistening tears in the corners of his eyes.

He held back his tears and said, "Teacher Wang, classmates, now I can finally say it. Ever since that monthly exam in the first year of high school, when I beat Zuo Haoran so badly that his face was covered in bruises, he has held a grudge. When I was injured and fell in my second year, and he found an opportunity, he often secretly insulted me, cursing me ten times worse than what I recorded today!"

Everyone was stunned.

Injuries are common in sparring between classmates. Although Zuo Haoran was beaten badly by Meng Chao in the first year of high school, there was no need to be so vindictive, not letting it go even after two or three years, right?

Zuo Haoran was so angry that he was about to vomit blood.

Today, he did have malicious intentions, wanting to provoke Meng Chao with trash talk and take the opportunity to teach him a lesson.

But in the past two years, he had made a few sarcastic remarks, but when had he ever insulted Meng Chao, let alone ten times worse than today?

"Slander, classmates, he's slandering me!"

Zuo Haoran wanted to shout injustice, but Meng Chao's voice was one step ahead of him.

"Why would I be a 'guinea pig,' finding the extremely risky 'Modified Ripple Force' from the internet to cultivate? It's because I couldn't stand the class monitor's insults. I, I am a hot-blooded man with an iron backbone, I would rather die standing up, standing upright in front of the class monitor!"

Meng Chao looked up to the sky and roared, "And why did I secretly cultivate the 'Modified Ripple Force,' but didn't dare to tell the teacher, nor did I dare to tell everyone? Because I was afraid, afraid that I was useless, afraid that the cultivation technique would go wrong again, falling into an even deeper abyss. At that time, I would be ridiculed even more by the class monitor—that I am forever trash!"

"So that's how it is!" The classmates suddenly understood.

Indeed, if Meng Chao publicly said that he wanted to regroup, but failed, who knows how the class monitor would ridicule him.

Everyone is young, who doesn't want face!

It was understandable that he hid his strength.

"Too much!"

Big Fatty Chu Feixiong, Little Fatty Wang Tao, and many other boys in the class clenched their fists and glared at Zuo Haoran.

The girls whispered to each other, shaking their heads and sighing, unable to imagine that the class monitor would be so "gold and jade on the outside, but rotten on the inside."

"Fortunately, I worked hard enough, and I was lucky enough to stand up again with the 'Modified Ripple Force.' Zuo Haoran, it's time to settle the score between us, right?" Meng Chao wiped away his tears, clenching the recording pen until it made a "crackling" sound.

The homeroom teacher looked conflicted: "Meng Chao..."

"Teacher Wang, don't worry, I will never make things difficult for you."

Meng Chao shouted, "I know this isn't solid evidence, after all, the class monitor didn't name names in the recording, and his uncle is the Dean of Students. Relying solely on this recording won't get me justice, and I don't deign to use such methods to get it back!"

Crack!

With a burst of strength, he crushed the recorder into pieces.

"Ah?"

The classmates exclaimed, this was crucial evidence, and he just destroyed it like that?

Whoosh!

Meng Chao flicked his hand, and the recorder fragments rained down on Zuo Haoran.

Zuo Haoran dodged, uninjured, but also looking disheveled from the attack.

"Zuo Haoran, do you dare to accept my challenge?" Meng Chao shouted.

Everyone understood that in the recording just now, Zuo Haoran had indeed provoked Meng Chao to challenge him.

Now, Meng Chao was granting his wish.

Moreover, according to the rules of the major high schools in Dragon City, the class monitor is appointed by the strongest in the class, enjoys the most cultivation resources, and at the same time, has the obligation to accept challenges from classmates.

Zuo Haoran gritted his teeth: "You want to be the class monitor?"

Meng Chao laughed: "Whether I become the class monitor or not is irrelevant. I'll be convinced by any other classmate in the class becoming the class monitor, only you, are not worthy!"

"Meng Chao..."

The homeroom teacher smiled wryly, not expecting things to develop like this.

Meng Chao said, "Teacher Wang, don't worry, I've said I'm refined and civilized, I wouldn't resort to such simple and crude violence. But next week is the first trial of the 'Undergraduate Three Trials', how about Zuo Haoran and I decide the outcome based on our overall scores? That wouldn't violate school rules, would it?"

Such a method of challenge was reasonable and justified, and the homeroom teacher had nothing to say.

Everyone's eyes fell on Zuo Haoran.

Zuo Haoran had no choice but to nod heavily: "Alright, I accept your challenge."

"Then we'll settle everything next week." Meng Chao smiled, blew the recorder fragments off his palm, and swaggered back into the midst of his classmates.

The homeroom teacher saw that the two had not clashed in public after all, and breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"Everyone, study on your own for now. Class monitor, come with me for a moment!" The homeroom teacher glared fiercely at Zuo Haoran, but ultimately did not reprimand him in public, and called him out.

Zuo Haoran's face was gloomy. Before going out to be lectured, he suddenly walked over and said in a low voice, "Meng Chao, don't say I'm bullying you. There's still a week left, so practice your gunmanship!"

After he left, the classmates all gathered around.

"Meng Chao, I didn't expect you to have suffered so much injustice. The class monitor is too insidious."

"Why didn't you say so earlier? Sigh, it's useless to say it now. Without evidence, who would believe that the upright class monitor would do such a thing?"

"But you're too impulsive. You should have taken the evidence to the Dean of Students, to the Principal, it would have had some effect. Why did you get so hot-headed and challenge the class monitor?"

"That's right, did you hear what he said at the end? The key is gunmanship!"

Meng Chao blinked his eyes.

Glancing at the corner of his vision, Meng Chao saw his gunmanship.

[Basic Gunmanship, Perfect]

"Meng Chao, you're too foolish. Even if you have the Modified Ripple Force, and can match Zuo Haoran in strength and speed, so what? The Undergraduate First Trial includes three items: maximum punching force, 100-meter sprint, and basic shooting. Among these, the easiest to widen the score gap is gunmanship!"

The chubby Wang Tao shook his head and sighed, feeling it was really unfair for Meng Chao.

In this day and age, the biggest gap between children from poor families and the rich second generation is gunmanship.

Marksmen are made by feeding them bullets, but Dragon City is an isolated army in a foreign land, surrounded by mist, and all kinds of resources are extremely scarce. Guns and ammunition are particularly expensive.

Ordinary families are only issued limited guns and ammunition when the mist descends and they need to fight monsters.

Parents are strict, and their homes are small, so it's impossible for children to practice shooting casually.

Although there are shooting courses in schools, they mostly involve theoretical explanations. Live-fire shooting is only once or twice a week, with a pitiful three to five bullets each time. What can you learn?

The rich are different. In many gun clubs, as long as you're willing to spend money, not only can you use unlimited bullets, but extraordinary-level gun masters will personally guide you and teach you various secrets.

If strength and speed are something ordinary children can grit their teeth and compete with rich children in, gunmanship offers no hope of competition at all.