Right Eye Twitching: Disaster? That's Fortune

Xiang Benli stood to the side, quietly watching Xu Zhiming practice martial arts.

His movements were fluid, a pleasure to behold.

Every time he finished a set of punches, arcs of electricity flashed through the air, landing precisely on Meng Tian's head.

The electricity wasn't strong—just enough to make Meng Tian wince in pain without hitting any vital spots.

He looked Xu Zhiming up and down. The guy wasn't that old, carrying that unique youthful air of a high school student.

"It should be Wind Thunder Fist Fifth Level, with a small chance it's Wind Thunder Fist Sixth Level."

A dozen or so students nodded, excitement flickering in their eyes.

"Wind Thunder Fist Fifth Level... I wonder if he'd be willing to teach us?"

"I'll go ask him later. Wind Thunder Fist Fifth Level might help me break through to the fourth level, right?"

Xiang Benli listened to the students' hushed chatter, his expression turning cold.

This guy practicing Wind Thunder Fist here was obviously trying to poach his students.

He needed to find a way to make the students give up on the idea of taking this guy as their teacher.

His main source of income was Wind Thunder Fist. If this guy stole his students, what would he live on?

This guy already had Meng Tian—that should be enough.

Xiang Benli hurriedly pushed open the Martial Hall's main door. He couldn't let the students keep watching.

Look at those students—their eyes were glowing green like they'd spotted a peerless beauty.

Let them watch a little longer, and their souls would be hooked away.

"Alright, alright, let's head up and practice martial techniques."

"Today, I'll do live sparring so you can truly experience Wind Thunder Fist Fourth Level."

"I'll give you pointers based on the issues you show in combat."

Xu Zhiming and Meng Tian stopped their fist forms and followed along with the crowd.

Someone stared at Xu Zhiming's face, scratching their head.

"Hey, are you Xu Zhiming, the hero who stepped up and saved someone yesterday?"

Xu Zhiming was still digesting the insights about Wind Thunder Fist flooding his mind.

"That's right."

Xu Zhiming smiled faintly.

There was no shame in admitting something like this.

"No way, it's you! Bro, you're awesome!"

"So it's him! I knew he looked familiar—it's the little hero!"

"If it weren't for you, that little girl would've been killed by the Cultist."

"I heard that little girl is the head of our Cloud Water City's Martial Arts Ministry of Education. She's supposed to award you a bravery medal today."

Xu Zhiming was taken aback. He hadn't known the little girl's identity.

If that was the case, maybe Peng Sixiong was in for some serious trouble?

He thought it over.

Xu Zhiming pulled out his phone and sent a message to his homeroom teacher, Zhang Wei.

Going all the way back to school just for that wasn't worth it.

The Training Room at Meng Tian's place had pretty good conditions.

But if he couldn't see Peng Sixiong's expression, that would bug him.

"Brother Wei, something good happened today, and I need your help."

Zhang Wei was scrolling through short videos at the moment, enjoying some bizarre spirit beasts.

Electric Rats... Thunder Foxes...

"What does Xu Zhiming want, sending me a message?"

Zhang Wei quickly learned the whole story, a smile flashing in his eyes.

Holy crap.

Now that's what you call instant karma!

Zhang Wei remembered the frustration Peng Sixiong had put him through yesterday and pushed up his black-rimmed glasses.

"Today, I'll just sit in the principal's office and watch you, Peng Sixiong, turn from a bear into a bug."

He threw on his jacket and rushed off toward the school.

"Xu Zhiming, I'll send you the video when it happens!"

As for offending Peng Sixiong?

He had gotten into the school through genuine ability, not through connections.

At worst, they'd make things difficult for him. No point in being scared.

If it really came down to it, he could just finish teaching this batch of students and then jump ship.

Arriving at the school.

Zhang Wei noticed that the notice about Xu Zhiming's punishment was still up on the bulletin board.

His eyes darted around, then he tore it off and stuffed it in his pocket, so it wouldn't be taken down.

Seven-thirty.

Cloud Water City No.1 High School, top floor of the Martial Arts Hall, three secret chambers.

These three secret chambers were funded and built by the Ministry of Education, for use by the top three students in their senior year at each school.

Creak.

One of the doors pushed open.

Revealing a pair of cross-eyes.

It was Peng Sixiong.

"My Qi and blood went up by another 0.02. The Ministry of Education's secret chambers are really good; the Spiritual Qi inside is a bit denser."

Peng Sixiong, when he had nothing to do, would always be in his personal Training Room.

"Gotta break through to Level 20 before the Martial Arts Exam, then rely on Qiu Yingzong to get into one of the top three universities. A good life is waiting for me."

Beep beep beep.

He opened the message and looked.

"Peng Sixiong, congratulations. Your school has a little hero who saved Xie Hong's daughter."

Peng Sixiong looked at the name.

Qiu Zhonghuang, Qiu Yingzong's second uncle.

Deputy Minister of the Cloud Water City Martial Arts Ministry of Education.

"Xie Hong is coming in person today to give him a Bravery Banner. You need to arrange it immediately."

Peng Sixiong's cross-eyes shifted.

No wonder his right eye had been twitching this morning. Turned out it was twitching for the wrong reason.

"Minister Qiu, what's his name?"

"Xu Zhiming. Take a look on the local trending; he's made it onto Local Trending."

Peng Sixiong's eyes narrowed.

How could it be him?

Could there be a mistake?

He quickly pulled out the SomeSound App and took a look.

"It really is him!"

Peng Sixiong panicked.

It wasn't eight o'clock yet; there was still time to do damage control.

The Martial Arts Ministry of Education wouldn't be here for a while yet.

He quickly arranged for someone to delete the notice and take down the one posted on the school bulletin board.

What he had done yesterday couldn't withstand an investigation.

The only way now was to make sure the students and teachers kept their mouths shut.

Peng Sixiong remembered that Xu Zhiming came to school around six every day.

He hurried down to the first floor and found no students there.

It was eight o'clock, and no students had come to practice martial arts?

Why was everyone so lazy?

He quickly sent messages to the homeroom teachers of the C-grade and B-grade classes.

If Xie Hong came to visit the Martial Arts Hall and saw C-grade aptitude students not practicing martial arts...

It probably wouldn't leave a good impression.

The Martial Arts Ministry of Education held the lifeline for their promotions as teachers.

Eight o'clock.

Zeng Hao arrived late, holding a piece of paper with over a dozen student names written on it.

"They're disgusting, sure, but I have to keep working hard. Only then can I be like Xu Zhiming, only then can I have the right to resist."

Just then.

Zeng Hao heard students from the neighboring class hurrying toward the school's martial arts hall.

"I wonder what's going on today—the school's making us go practice martial arts in the hall?"

"My guess is someone important is coming to inspect our school."

"Xu Zhiming saved a little girl yesterday, and they've already withdrawn the punishment notice against him."

"As if the school's word means anything. Xu Zhiming's usually such a good person—I don't believe he'd bully the weak like that notice claimed."

Zeng Hao's eyes widened.

Xu Zhiming saved someone?

He remembered—yesterday he'd been so exhausted when he got home that he'd fallen asleep early.

He quickly stopped a classmate and asked about the situation.

A moment later.

Zeng Hao stuffed his phone into his pocket, rubbing a piece of paper with twelve student names written on it.

A smile crept across his face.

Good thing he hadn't lost that yesterday.

Zeng Hao arrived at the principal's office and happened to see his homeroom teacher.

The two stared at each other, exchanged a few words.

Past nine o'clock.

Peng Sixiong finished arranging everything and saw Zhang Wei standing at his office door with a student.

A smile immediately spread across his face—Zhang Wei was Xu Zhiming's homeroom teacher.

He should be able to get in touch with Xu Zhiming.

"Zhang Wei, can you contact Xu Zhiming?"

Zhang Wei pushed up his black-rimmed glasses, a hint of panic on his face.

"Peng Four Bug... Principal Xiong, Xu Zhiming changed his contact info yesterday. I can't reach him."

Peng Sixiong's cross-eyed glare fixed steadily on Zhang Wei.

Calling him Peng Four Bug?

He really didn't want to keep teaching at Yunshui First High School.

"As a teacher, you should be back in your classroom preparing lessons and writing teaching plans."

Zhang Wei smiled without a word. Of course, he'd come to watch Peng Sixiong make a fool of himself.

And more than that, he wanted to stomp him down hard to vent the hatred in his heart!

For himself, and for Xu Zhiming.

"Fine, I'll go now."

Zhang Wei pulled Zeng Hao along as they left, as if intimidated by Peng Sixiong.

Half an hour later.

Peng Sixiong led Xie Hong and the others into the principal's office.

He found Zhang Wei and that same student standing at the door again, and irritation welled up inside him.

"Principal Peng, can you get in touch with the student who saved that person?"