The fierce wind ruffled the hair over Qin Shi's forehead. He reached out and poked Kang Yun'er, who was driving the motorcycle, on the shoulder.
Because they were moving so fast, her voice came in fragments, breaking up every few words.
"Want to put your arms around my waist? Go ahead, I don't mind, little brother."
Another overconfident woman, just like Teacher Lin.
Qin Shi's mouth twitched. He silently said,
"You and I aren't wearing helmets. We'll get points deducted later."
Screech!
The tires scraped against the ground as Kang Yun'er slammed on the brakes, bringing the red motorcycle to a stop.
She turned around and stared at Qin Shi with a strange look.
"You really are a model student who follows the rules."
Then she took out two helmets.
Under normal circumstances, even if Kang Yun'er raced at top speed and lost control, Qin Shi—whose Life Force was just shy of a hundred—wouldn't have a single hair harmed.
"My teacher taught me well. Personal will shouldn't take precedence over the rules of society."
Qin Shi launched straight into an uplifting line. It was something Old Liang had told him.
There had been another part to it, though.
But if justice cannot be obtained through proper channels, then one must decisively use force to make one's voice heard by those in power.
Kang Yun'er couldn't quite figure out the Qin Shi sitting behind her. He looked young, with a hint of boyish innocence between his brows, yet his words and actions were remarkably mature and composed.
He was nothing like the teenage geniuses and Martial Arts Prodigies she'd interviewed.
Those people were more or less brash and willful, or carried themselves with an air of overwhelming arrogance.
Student Qin, on the other hand, seemed far too mild and ordinary.
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