This Was a Crushing Victory of Intelligence (Thanks to Boss 381 for the Monthly Ticket)

They looked at the refined and scholarly Su Tu, feeling as though his figure towered like a mountain. Simply standing there, he was like an impassable natural chasm.

His dark, indifferent eyes swept over them, and their legs began to tremble for no reason at all.

A few of the more burly students tried to curse loudly to bolster their courage, but when they saw their boss lying on the ground, dead or alive unknown, even that tiny bit of nerve was thoroughly doused.

"Wasn't it supposed to be teaching some dumbass top student a lesson? What kind of fucking Superman is this? Holy shit!!"

"Brother Long weighs over a hundred and sixty pounds, and he got kicked flying with one kick??"

At that moment, the group of students was on the verge of collapse.

"Y-You dared to hit him? Do you know who Brother Long is? I'm telling you, y-you can forget about staying in this school!!"

"Y-You can forget about taking the college entrance exam too!"

One of them, a student with dyed yellow hair, spoke fiercely despite his inner weakness, but his constantly wobbling legs had already exposed his fear.

Su Tu's expression did not change in the slightest upon hearing that. His indifferent gaze swept across the people before him. A casual twist of his wrist sent them stumbling backward again and again in fright.

The most important thing about solving a problem was finding its core and dealing with it. As a top student, Su Tu understood this especially well.

From the attitude of this group when they entered, it was clear they had never intended to settle things peacefully. Since they were bound to tear off all pretense anyway, why should he listen to their dogs barking?

He had no interest in hearing them insult his family.

Su Tu parted his lips, just about to say something.

Then he heard an incredibly exaggerated scream from beside him.

"Ow!! Ow!!! The Finance Class people are beating someone up!! Ow!! Is nobody going to do anything?!"

"Someone come deal with this! So what if you have money? Does having money mean you can come to our Elite Class and bully people?!"

"Ow, it hurts so much! My leg, my leg is broken!!"

At some point, Chen Xi had run behind those people. He lay on the floor clutching one leg and screamed at the top of his lungs.

"Ow, my leg, it hurts so much! If Su Tu hadn't saved me, you people would've beaten me to death!"

Chen Xi's shifty eyes spun about, and he shot Su Tu a reassuring look.

Su Tu could not help finding it both funny and absurd, yet warmth stirred in his heart as well. He knew Chen Xi was doing this to help him.

As a top high school, Green Vine Academy accepted students who were almost all outstanding among their peers. The academy possessed North Sea's finest teaching staff and academic resources, all of which required enormous financial support.

Thus, the academy had a special class—the Finance Class. Its students were either rich or powerful, and their families had provided Green Vine Academy with substantial sponsorship.

To put it plainly, they were a bunch of good-for-nothing second-generation heirs. Most people in the academy kept their distance from them, and even the teachers were unwilling to get entangled with them.

The people before them clearly came from the Finance Class. Since Su Tu had struck first just now, if they made a fuss about it, there was no telling how the academy might handle things.

Unless his side had reason on its side. That was why Chen Xi was now lying there clutching his leg and wailing.

The script had already been laid out: Finance Class students barged into the Elite Class and assaulted someone, while top student Su Tu was forced to strike in order to protect his classmate.

On one side were the second-generation heirs who usually threw their weight around; on the other was Su Tu, first place in the entire school's mock exams. Who did they think the academy would believe??

That group was dumbfounded as well. What the hell kind of move was this??

Wasn't this outright extortion??

No, wait! Were they the thugs, or were these guys the thugs?!

"Y-You!! What bullshit are you talking about?!" Yellow Hair shouted furiously.

"Clearly, it was—"

"Clearly, you people started attacking the moment you came in!"

"Yeah!! We all saw it!"

"That's right, everyone in our class saw it. No idea what kind of madness possessed you to barge in and start beating Chen Xi. Good thing Su Tu knew a few moves, or Chen Xi would've nearly been beaten to death by you people!!"

The Elite Class students chimed in one after another. In just a few sentences, they forcefully concocted a complete storyline.

Seeing this, Chen Xi, who was lying on the ground, wailed even more miserably.

The group of second-generation heirs was completely stunned. Their original plan had indeed been to teach this student named Su Tu a lesson, but hadn't they not even made a move? Their boss had gotten beaten up instead! What the hell were these people playing at now?!

Listening to Chen Xi's wails, Yellow Hair was so furious his scalp went numb.

He turned around and viciously reached for Chen Xi's collar, intending to make him shut up.

But just as his hand was about to extend, a palm like steel pincers clamped around his wrist.

"Ahhh!! It hurts, it hurts!" An unimaginable brute force came through his wrist, and the pain instantly brought Yellow Hair to the verge of tears.

Only then did they see that Su Tu had somehow appeared beside Yellow Hair. He gripped his wrist, his dark eyes showing little emotion.

"Don't disturb our classmates while they study. If you have something to say, say it outside. And don't touch my friend with your filthy hands."

Su Tu's voice was calm, yet it sounded like cicadas crying in the cold night. Yellow Hair felt a chill run through his entire body, even forgetting the pain in his wrist.

The others had long since been frightened senseless by the sight.

"Carry him. We're going outside." Su Tu looked at the person collapsed on the floor, then gripped Yellow Hair's wrist and headed toward the classroom door.

"Xiao Tu!" Chen Xi called out worriedly.

"I'll go with you."

Chen Xi was thin and timid. Normally, whenever he encountered these second-generation heirs, he would take a detour for fear of getting into trouble.

Yet now, he had stepped forward!

"Don't worry. Leave this sort of thing to me. You can cover me in the Rift later." Su Tu waved his hand and walked out.

"Damn it, after school tonight, this old man will use Darius to lead you on a slaughter through all four directions. Guaranteed win!" Chen Xi shouted, though his eyes were filled with concern.

Because he recognized the young man Su Tu had kicked unconscious. That guy was the son of a major financial tycoon, and it was said that his hands had been stained with blood.

Tang Long groggily climbed to his feet. His abdomen felt as if it had been struck by a heavy object, and even after waking up, waves of soreness still coursed through him.

"Fuck!! What the hell is wrong with that kid!"

"Did you guys take care of him or not?!"

The surroundings looked familiar. This was a gym room they had paid to renovate themselves, usually serving as the gathering place for their group of second-generation heirs.

Clutching his stomach, he sat up and saw his lackeys hanging their heads listlessly like eggplants battered by frost. No one responded to him.

"I'm talking to you people! Are you deaf?!" Tang Long's anger immediately flared.

Getting kicked unconscious in one blow was humiliating enough. Were these lackeys planning to turn against him too?

Just as he was about to start cursing, the corner of his eye caught sight of someone sitting in a chair some distance away, writing something on the desk.

That figure seemed somewhat familiar.

Completed a Geography (Cosmos) Mock Exam Paper B. Spiritual Wisdom Proficiency +1

Su Tu stretched lazily and put down his pen. While waiting for Tang Long to wake up, he had already worked through thirteen exam papers and gained 13 Proficiency.

This was what time management was all about.

"You..." Tang Long looked at Su Tu. Instinctively, he wanted to unleash a torrent of profanity, but when he recalled the elegance of that kick, he immediately covered his mouth.

"Do I know you?" Su Tu looked at him and slowly walked over.

Tang Long's face filled with terror. He did not want to take another kick like that.

"Stop him!! Stop him!" he shouted, but how could these second-generation heirs dare offend Su Tu now? Having money did not mean they were idiots.

The moves Su Tu had displayed earlier were enough to make them behave themselves. If that kind of blow landed on them, it would not be someone else suffering the pain.

"Earlier, I heard someone at school was asking around about me. That was you, right? Tell me, what exactly did you want with me?" Su Tu looked down at Tang Long from above, his voice gentle but impossible to refuse.

"D-Don't think you're so great just because you can fight. I'm telling you, before a real martial artist, you're nothing at all. You'd better show me some respect, you ignorant commoner!!

"You have no idea what martial artists represent! My big brother is a real martial artist. In his eyes, someone like you doesn't even count as an insect—"

Tang Long roared loudly, his pride colliding violently with his fear of Su Tu.

At that moment, Su Tu found Tang Long somewhat familiar. The more he looked at that face, the more familiar it became.

Then something suddenly occurred to him. He took out his phone and opened a group chat.

Su Tu opened the member list, held the phone before Tang Long, and asked, "What's your relationship with Tang Yangwu?"

Looking at the WeChat profile picture of that person on the phone, Tang Long's eyes trembled. His voice was filled with profound disbelief and fear.

"H-How is this possible!!"

"H-How are you in this group?!"