Awakening the Slaughter Talent

At noon, in the school cafeteria.

The two fat guys sat facing each other, wiping out the mountain of food piled before them.

"Brother Qiang, are you really transferring classes? To that beautiful teacher's Class 18?"

"How did you manage it? I want to go too!"

Ever since Hua Qiang told him about transferring classes, Wang Baoyuan had looked like his father and mother had died... Pah, pah, pah! Like someone had carved out the flesh of his heart. He was devastated to death!

After forcibly stuffing the gift he had prepared for Hua Qiang into his hands, he had not stopped yammering.

The envy, jealousy, and hatred—why hadn't he gotten such good luck?

If he had known such amazing benefits were waiting ahead, when Bald Qiang attacked him, he should have stood up and gone head-to-head with Bald Qiang. Then... perhaps... maybe... the chance to transfer to Class 18 would have fallen into his lap.

"Baobao, eat. Look at you—your food's gone cold. If you don't eat it soon, your tummy will get the runs!"

Unable to bear his nagging any longer, Hua Qiang hurriedly changed the subject.

"Ah... Brother Qiang, you're killing me. You've given me goosebumps."

"Didn't I tell you? Don't call me Baobao. Call me Brother Bao, Brother Yuan, Fat Brother—anything works!"

"If I hear you say Baobao again, believe it or not, I'll cut ties with you?"

Wang Baoyuan looked at Hua Qiang resentfully, as though he had suffered some enormous injustice.

"Fine, fine!" Hua Qiang raised his hands in surrender.

"Brother Bao, stop thinking about it and eat seriously. Isn't this your favorite activity?"

Wang Baoyuan gave Hua Qiang a look that said, At least you know what's good for you. He reined in his disappointment, turned grief and indignation into appetite, and began stuffing himself with gusto.

The two of them sitting together made for a unique sight. There was not a single two-legged creature within three meters.

Many students ate while pointing and whispering at them.

After all, these two were famous trash at Eighth High School—and they had even teamed up.

After taking a few bites and polishing off two chicken drumsticks, Wang Baoyuan said again, "Um, Brother Qiang, when you get the chance, pull some strings for your brother too. I don't want to keep seeing Bald Qiang's ugly face either."

"I suspect the reason I've been bad at academics and pathetic in martial classes all these years is because that freak has disgusted me!"

"You're right. I feel the same way. Little brother, don't worry. Once your big brother gets settled over there, I'll come visit you often."

"There's only one classroom between us."

"You... you're not being decent!"

"Hahaha!"

Hua Qiang could not help laughing too.

He would never have to see Bald Qiang's shoehorn-shaped zombie face again.

He would definitely have a sweet dream tonight!

Ma Xiaoli and Murong Qingya entered through the cafeteria doors, drawing the attention of many students.

Such a scene seemed commonplace.

Ma Xiaoli swept her gaze around the cafeteria, then spotted where Hua Qiang and Wang Baoyuan were sitting.

"Qingya, come on. Let's see what your lapdog got for you today."

Murong Qingya frowned slightly. Seeing that every other seat was taken, with only vacant seats beside Wang Baoyuan and Hua Qiang, she had no choice.

Dragged along by Ma Xiaoli, Murong Qingya reluctantly walked toward them.

Ma Xiaoli gave a soft cry of surprise, then her face darkened.

"Hua Qiang, what do you mean by this? Why didn't you get food for Qingya today?"

Hua Qiang looked up at the two of them and felt his chest tighten, his heart spasming with pain.

He rubbed his chest hard. Damn lingering soul fragment—it clung to him like a ghost, making him miserable.

Ma Xiaoli stood there high and mighty, speaking as though it were only natural, even looking down at him from above.

Murong Qingya turned her head and looked elsewhere, yet she did nothing to stop Ma Xiaoli.

Green tea bitch!

He cursed inwardly, curled his lip, and coldly tossed out a sentence. "What the hell does it have to do with you?"

"You... you fat bastard! Don't you like our Qingya? Aren't you licking her boots? Don't you get her food every day and wait for Qingya to come eat?"

"On Qingya's behalf, I order you to hurry up and get us food!"

Wang Baoyuan was so furious at Ma Xiaoli's words that he wanted nothing more than to stand up and slap her.

But he held back.

After all, his buddy had done this sort of thing far too often before. Even Wang Baoyuan had been left speechless by it.

Hua Qiang glanced at Murong Qingya. This woman was putting on an indifferent act, even turning her head to look elsewhere as though admiring the scenery.

How had he ever liked a woman like this?

He had truly been blind!

He had completely stepped into the role.

"Did you give me money?"

"Am I obligated to get you food?"

"Are you so used to freeloading?"

"Or... did you forget to take your medicine before leaving home today?"

With every sentence Hua Qiang threw out, Murong Qingya and Ma Xiaoli's expressions changed another shade. Their eyes widened, their faces filled with disbelief.

Even the students eating nearby stopped moving. Some even forgot to chew.

Why was Hua Qiang so different today?

Was this still that fat guy whose lapdog tendencies were through the roof?

He actually dared speak to his Goddess like this. Was he not afraid she would ignore him, kick him out of her fishpond for good?

How dared he?

"You... you fat bastard! You've got some nerve today, talking to our Qingya like that?"

"Aren't you afraid Qingya will ignore you completely and never give you another chance to pursue her?"

"Hurry up and apologize to us, then go get our food!"

"Let me tell you, today we want fried chicken drumsticks, braised prawns in oil, red-braised pork..."

"Boo—"

A wave of jeers rose from the surrounding students.

This woman was too shameless. She had gotten addicted to freeloading, specifically ordering expensive dishes without even considering whether someone else could afford them.

Before Ma Xiaoli could finish, Hua Qiang sneered twice. "Heh heh. Did you see her say anything? You're the only one here yapping your damn mouth off!"

"Get the hell away from me, as far as possible. Don't ruin my appetite—and Brother Bao's appetite too!"

"Scram!"

As those words left his mouth, Hua Qiang felt his whole body relax. His mind became crystal clear, and he felt damn good from the inside out.

Moreover, the stifling discomfort he had felt earlier seemed to have faded considerably.

Murong Qingya had not expected Hua Qiang to be so rude, giving her no face at all and even speaking viciously to her. She immediately flew into a rage.

"You piece of trash, I, Murong Qingya, hereby announce that we're breaking up! We're through!"

"Hahahahaha!"

Hua Qiang suddenly burst out laughing. With mockery in his eyes, he said, "Were we ever together? It never even started, so what breakup is there to talk about?"

"Murong Qingya, are you seriously sick?"

"You—"

Murong Qingya's face turned red with embarrassment from Hua Qiang's retort, and for a moment, she could not speak.

Ma Xiaoli quickly pulled Murong Qingya toward the exit. They had already lost all face and could not stay any longer.

"Qingya, get Wu Tianli to deal with him!" Ma Xiaoli said with a twisted expression.

"Brother Qiang, you really opened Fat Brother's eyes today. I never thought your lapdog brain would finally wake up!"

"Fat Brother is happy for you!"

"But that said, have you really given up?"

Hua Qiang nodded, a bitter smile on his face.

"This was completely one-sided, with no hope whatsoever. Why should I keep it going?"

"From now on, I'll be myself again—a Hua Qiang who is completely himself!"

"Good, your brother supports you!"

"But after humiliating them like that today, watch out for them tripping you up behind the scenes and finding someone to retaliate against you!"

Hua Qiang's expression changed, but then he stubbornly said, "What's there to fear? Soldiers come, generals block them; water comes, earth dams it!"

"I'm a 280-pound fatty. What have I got to fear?"

"Send one, I'll crush one. Send two, I'll crush the pair!"

"Good, Brother Qiang is mighty! Count Fat Brother in if there's a fight!"

"Bzzz—"

From nowhere, a mosquito flew over, blowing a trumpet and brandishing a long spear. In an instant, it charged at Hua Qiang's face, ready to enjoy a delicious feast.

Sensing that the mosquito was about to attack him, Hua Qiang slapped it dead with one palm.

Slaughter Points +1.

What was that sound?

Hua Qiang looked around, searching for its source, but everything remained as it was.

Then a blue-glowing Void Panel appeared before his eyes.

His personal attributes appeared on it:

Name: Hua Qiang

Age: 18

Talent: Slaughter (Hidden, Activated)

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