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They now had a renewed understanding of Zhou En's terrifying martial arts talent.

But they also knew Zhou En had no chance of becoming an official trainee.

Because Li Hui had never failed since his debut.

The next day, the school infirmary.

As the school was located in the suburbs, the infirmary's equipment and staff were quite comprehensive.

Seeing the injuries of Zhou En and Chubby, they immediately prepared two hospital rooms.

"Classmate Zhou En, your injuries are not very serious. You just need to take care of yourself for the next few months. Remember not to get into fights again."

"As for your classmate's injuries, they are also not too severe. He should wake up tomorrow after sleeping tonight."

"I have already reported the situation to the academic affairs office. They will likely come to question you tomorrow."

The old man in a white coat said professionally in the infirmary.

"Thank you, doctor," Zhou En said, clenching his fists.

Zhou En decided he would definitely report this matter to the school. He didn't believe Li Hui could be so arrogant as to disregard school rules.

For this, he even got the phone number of the girl with glasses.

This made Zhou En feel a bit elated.

Had I become even more handsome?

"Clang, clang, clang."

As Zhou En was lost in thought, the infirmary door was pushed open.

The doctor and their class counselor walked in.

You know, in college, counselors are usually as elusive as a dragon's head without a tail. This was only the second time Zhou En had seen his counselor this semester.

Zhou En quickly sat up from the bed and said to the counselor, "Hello, Teacher Zhang."

Teacher Zhang nodded, then asked professionally, "Classmate Zhou En, are you alright? Do you feel any discomfort?"

Zhou En shook his head, feeling a little touched, and said to the counselor, "No."

Teacher Zhang took out a notebook and pen from his pocket.

"Zhou En, please briefly describe what happened."

Teacher Zhang was in a bad mood. If nothing happened to the students, the counselor could just lie at home and get paid.

But having a few problematic students in a class always caused trouble for the counselor.

Zhou En clearly didn't know that he had already been labeled a problematic student by the kind and approachable Teacher Zhang. He honestly recounted the events.

After listening to Zhou En's account, the counselor couldn't help but frown deeply.

"You're saying that Li Hui from the Combat Club sent people to ambush you because he was afraid you would threaten his position as an official trainee?"

Hearing Teacher Zhang speak, it was clear he was an expert at "eating chicken" (a popular battle royale game).

The counselor tapped his notebook in his right hand against his left hand, saying somewhat dismissively.

"Zhou En, you are a party involved. I hope you can state the facts objectively. The school will give you a satisfactory explanation."

In Teacher Zhang's opinion, a bench trainee threatening an official trainee was simply a huge joke.

"Teacher Zhang, that's exactly what happened," Zhou En said affirmatively.

"Alright," Teacher Zhang said helplessly, diligently recording the general content of Zhou En's story.

Then he began to constantly comfort Zhou En, saying that the school would give him an explanation and that he should study at school with peace of mind.

In short, he didn't want Zhou En to make a big fuss, so as not to damage the school's reputation.

"Okay, Zhou En, you and Wang Rui should rest assured and recuperate. If the situation is confirmed, the school will give you an explanation."

After a long string of comforting words, Teacher Zhang bid Zhou En farewell.

"Oh, right, Teacher Zhang, Li Hui having people beat me up was coincidentally witnessed by a girl from the Fine Arts department. Here's her phone number."

Zhou En seemed to remember something, and as he spoke, he sent the phone number recorded on his phone to Teacher Zhang.

Teacher Zhang's eyes flickered slightly.

Damn it, after asking for so long, I finally got something useful.

"Alright, Zhou En, the school will handle this matter as soon as possible," Teacher Zhang said, standing up.

"Okay."

"Then I'll be leaving. Doctor." Teacher Zhang nodded at Zhou En and the doctor, then turned and left in a hurry.

After dealing with the doctor, Zhou En glanced at the time. It was almost noon.

Although it was Sunday, time had passed so quickly, and Zhou En still felt a bit unaccustomed to it.

"Fatty, wake up." Zhou En got out of bed and nudged Chubby. Based on their two years of acquaintance, Zhou En was certain that Chubby was awake.

He was just pretending to be asleep because he didn't want to see the counselor.

"Zhou En, you really got me into a lot of trouble yesterday," Chubby mumbled as he opened his eyes.

"I'm not going to let this go easily," Zhou En clenched his fist and said.

Honestly, Zhou En felt terrible about what happened to Chubby. If it weren't for him, Chubby wouldn't have been beaten up.

"It's fine, I don't blame you," Chubby said, shaking his large head with an air of maturity beyond his years.

"Ding."

Just as Zhou En was about to burst into tears of gratitude, his phone chimed with a text message. Zhou En picked it up and read it.

"The school is aware of the situation. Zhou En, please come to my office after evening study with Wang Rui."

Reading the message, Zhou En's heart sank.

"What's wrong?" Chubby leaned his big head over.

"I don't think this is going to be smooth sailing," Zhou En said in a low voice.

"If the school had really confirmed that Li Hui instigated someone to beat us, the counselor's tone wouldn't be like this."

Hearing this, Chubby also realized something was amiss.

"Is Li Hui's influence really that strong?" Chubby asked in disbelief.

Zhou En shook his head and took out his phone to call Su Lin.

He believed Su Lin would definitely know about Li Hui. Zhou En had no idea what kind of background Li Hui had to be able to disregard the school's rules.

When Su Lin received Zhou En's call, he was still in bed, wrestling with Duke Lu in his dreams.

He was hugging his quilt, drooling, clearly having a wonderful dream.

"Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling, I'm the little newspaper boy, one copy, one copy."

"Who is it? So inconsiderate. I was just about to meet a beautiful woman."

Su Lin mumbled, pressing the answer button on his phone.

"Hello," Su Lin's tone clearly conveyed his impatience.

"Su Lin, it's Zhou En. I wanted to ask about Li Hui's background."

Hearing this, Su Lin instantly snapped awake. He kicked off the quilt he was hugging and sat up, asking sternly.

"Li Hui made a move on you?"

"Su Lin, you... my quilt is over my head," the person in the lower bunk said angrily.

Judging by his furious expression, he looked like he wanted to devour Su Lin alive.

"Sorry about that," Su Lin casually replied, but it only infuriated his roommate even more.