Elementary School Ends

The matter of the robbers came to a close just like that. The helicopter was a search team dispatched by the Zhang Family. What surprised Jiaming was that there were actually two people inside holding sniper rifles, the kind belonging to professional-level special forces or mercenaries. He couldn't help but marvel inwardly at the Zhang Family's formidable power.

This search team arrived just in time. The two criminals weren't dead yet, but they seemed to have only a breath left in them. After hearing Yahan's rough account of what happened and examining Scarface's wounds, the two special forces soldiers gave Jiaming a few extra looks, but ultimately didn't act on any suspicion.

Jiaming wasn't worried about these people. Although this incident seemed too lucky, overly good fortune wasn't unheard of. From the wounds, Jiaming was confident he could keep anyone from seeing through anything. In fact, even if there were some clues, his identity as a child would be enough to dispel any doubts in others' minds.

The only flaw lay with Scarface.

Splitting open the opponent's attack with one strike, then slashing his arm, cutting his thigh, and finally driving the dagger into his buttocks—everything was clean and decisive, done in one smooth motion.

Too clean!

At the time, it was pouring rain, pitch black all around, with the storm interfering. This was Jiaming's first time making a move since acquiring this body, and he didn't dare hold back. Because of that, he left this one vulnerability.

Once Scarface regained consciousness and thought through the sequence of events carefully, there was a very real chance he'd develop some suspicion toward Jiaming. Moreover, when the helicopter landed and Liu Huaisha ran over from a distance, crying and hugging Lingjing and Jiaming, Jiaming clearly saw, from the stretcher being carried out of the helicopter, that the barely-alive Scarface was glaring at him with an utterly venomous gaze.

He should have made it look like an accident and just killed him outright.

This new life was so precious that Jiaming hoped to greet the days ahead in the purest possible state. That wasn't to say he had any aversion to killing, but rather that he didn't want to leave behind any unusual loose ends for the future. Having been an assassin, he naturally understood that every shred of caution had its necessity.

Still, this man had committed armed robbery, kidnapping, and if you wanted to go further, attempted rape. On top of that, he'd offended a major family like the Zhangs. He wouldn't see the outside world for at least eight to ten years in prison. Although it wouldn't be too difficult to take him out in the hospital before his court appearance, doing so would carry greater risk. After thinking it over, Jiaming decided to let it go.

After all, he was just an insignificant thug. By the time he got out of prison, Jiaming could just pick him off with a sniper rifle and be done with it.

As for Zhang Yahan, she probably found him a bit strange, but that didn't amount to suspicion. Since she wasn't going to marry Huang Haoyun, they wouldn't have much chance to interact from now on, so this matter was nothing to worry about.

The group washed up at a hotel near the airport, changed into clean clothes, and ate a bowl of Three-Fresh Noodles before being driven home by the Zhang Family's car. Zhang Yahan sat in the passenger seat, wearing a white-and-green athletic casual outfit, her hair tied back in a ponytail, looking fresh and athletic. Lingjing and Huaisha chattered away in the back seat of the sedan, recounting the thrilling events of the previous night, followed by Huaisha marveling endlessly at Jiaming's good luck.

When they arrived at the Ye Family Martial Arts School, the three prepared to get out. Zhang Yahan turned her head and said with a smile, "Well then, see you later."

"Goodbye, Sister Yahan." Lingjing was always polite. Jiaming just nodded, thinking to himself, "Goodbye forever."

Just as they got out of the car, Yahan poked her head out of the window again, looking at the sign of the Ye Family Martial Arts School with surprise. "Wow, Lingjing, your family runs a martial arts school?"

"Yeah."

"That's great." Yahan pushed open the car door and stepped out. "After what happened yesterday, I've been thinking about finding a place to learn some self-defense skills."

"That's not great at all," Jiaming thought, and said aloud, "This is a school for little kids!"

"What does that matter?" Yahan smiled sweetly. "I'm a little kid too, just a bit older than you. Sister is only nineteen, you know."

"Sister, don't listen to Jiaming's nonsense. Dad never said he only teaches kids. It's just that the students now are all children. Sister, come with me." Having landed a client for the family, Lingjing immediately betrayed her childhood friend, pulling Yahan toward the martial arts school. Jiaming sighed inwardly, wondering how much of her motive for learning martial arts was aimed at him.

Regardless, the Ye Family Martial Arts School taught all comers without discrimination. From then on, this beautiful top student named Zhang Yahan joined the ranks of the learners, never missing a day throughout the entire summer break. Every time he saw her practicing Wing Chun with Lingjing, going "Hey! Ha!" Jiaming couldn't help but find it a bit amusing.

However, taking on such a female disciple brought quite a bit of extra business to the school. Yahan's profession was a teacher. Although she hadn't officially started teaching yet, she was very enthusiastic about instructing children. Whenever she taught Lingjing some middle school curriculum in advance, many kids would bring their homework to ask her questions, and she would explain everything patiently without any annoyance.

After news spread that the Ye Family Martial Arts School had gained a teacher who had studied at Cambridge, some families who had been hesitating quickly sent their children over. In the last month of summer break, the school's business was truly booming. Lingjing was overjoyed by this, and her relationship with Yahan became incredibly close. Only Jiaming suffered, as Lingjing always dragged him along to "progress together" during the lessons, driving him nearly crazy.

But he had to endure!

Zhang Yahan's interest in him was clearly not over. In Jiaming's estimation, she probably thought he was some kind of genius child with an IQ of 180, hiding his intelligence due to early maturity and lack of attention in his family, biding his time. Every time she looked at him with that half-smiling gaze, Jiaming could sense it. Oh well, let her think whatever she wanted.

Not long after, the two criminals' case was concluded. Triangle-eyed was sentenced to eight years, and the main culprit, Scarface, to ten. This was considered a heavy sentence for this type of crime, likely due to the Zhang Family's influence. In fact, if they had been released outright, things might have turned out worse for them, because not only would Jiaming have killed them directly, but the leader of the Sand Bamboo Gang had also put out word that he would hack them to death on sight.

After barely getting through a long, boring summer break, constantly tested by a self-righteous woman, September arrived. Yahan started preparing to teach at the Noble Academy, and her visits to the martial arts school decreased significantly. Jiaming, along with Lingjing and Huaisha, entered Xinghui Middle School, greeting their junior high school days.