Good-for-Nothing

"Hey, hey, have you three talked enough? Do you really think we're invisible?"

Wang Qiang spat out the cigarette butt in his mouth, then raised the wooden club in his hand and pointed it at Su Ming.

"Together!"

Su Ming took a deep breath and charged at Wang Qiang first.

Minke and Chen Tong followed without hesitation.

"You're asking to die!"

Wang Qiang charged forward with his lackeys.

One thug swung his club at Chen Tong. Chen Tong dodged to the right, then punched the other man squarely in the nose.

However, the next second, he was struck in the waist.

The intense pain made Chen Tong bare his teeth. He endured it, turned around, and kicked the thug who had attacked him.

But the next second, two clubs slammed directly into his back.

Chen Tong fell to the ground, wearing an expression as if he had seen a ghost. He simply couldn't understand why it felt as though everyone was ganging up on him.

So Chen Tong raised his head and glanced at Su Ming and Minke.

Only to discover that the two of them were already sprawled on the ground, being brutally beaten by a crowd.

"Fuck!"

A dozen minutes later, Su Ming, Minke, and Chen Tong sat against the wall of a roadside building.

The three of them had swollen, bruised faces and looked utterly miserable.

"Su Ming, are you all right?"

Minke endured the pain in his body and asked.

"I'm fine. I'm fat, so I have plenty of body fat. I can take a beating."

Su Ming replied with a bitter smile.

"You two really are good-for-nothings. You don't even know how to fight. If you'd held out a little longer, I could've at least taken down a few of them."

Chen Tong scolded them furiously.

"We're good students. We rarely fight because fighting is wrong."

Minke hesitated before replying.

"Wrong my ass."

Chen Tong was nearly amused to death by Minke's words.

Su Ming wore a helpless expression. It wasn't that he had lacked strength—the body he was in really was no good.

During the fight just now, Su Ming had clearly seen the club coming down. He had immediately tried to dodge, but his body simply couldn't move out of the way. His movements had been as slow as a tortoise's.

His fists were also soft and chubby, with pale, tender skin. When he had punched the other guy, it had felt soft and limp, like a massage, and had carried almost no force. Instead, his own hand had hurt terribly.

Although he had already started controlling his diet and exercising, it wasn't something that could be changed in just a day or two.

"Forget it. I must've been out of my mind to argue with you two. I never should've trusted you."

Chen Tong spoke weakly.

"Don't be angry. We held you back this time. By the way, Su Ming, why did those people block your way? Who did you offend?"

Minke asked Su Ming in confusion.

Before Su Ming could speak, Chen Tong said irritably,

"The guy leading them was called Wang Qiang. He's a famous gang leader around here. Who else could it be besides Zhang Tai?"

"That's too much! I'm definitely going to report him."

When Minke heard that Zhang Tai had sent them, he said angrily.

Su Ming was quite open-minded about it. He forced himself to stand and said,

"It won't do any good. We were beaten outside school, and we don't have any evidence. There's nothing we can do to him. Let's go to a nearby hospital and get checked out. I'll pay the medical expenses."

"All right."

Minke also stood up.

Chen Tong, meanwhile, stared at Su Ming. He felt as if Su Ming had become a completely different person.

If it had been the old Su Ming, he probably would have been scared to death upon seeing the people blocking his way and wouldn't have dared resist at all. Although the outcome had still been the same—they had been brutally beaten—the impression he gave off was completely different.

At that moment, Su Ming turned to look at Chen Tong. Seeing that he hadn't stood up, Su Ming assumed the guy had been crippled and extended a hand toward him.

Chen Tong snorted coldly, grabbed Su Ming's hand, and stood up.

The three of them walked forward in a sorry state.

Late at night.

Inside Room 316 of Building 1 at Mient Junior Academy.

A tall male student with a face covered in acne scars walked out of the bathroom carrying a stainless-steel basin filled with clothes.

"Zhou Kang, it's so late. You're still going to wash your clothes? What will you wear tomorrow if they don't dry?"

Inside the dormitory, a man wearing glasses asked.

"It doesn't matter. Teacher Tang was traumatized, so he probably won't recover anytime soon. Tomorrow will probably be self-study again, so it doesn't matter what I wear."

Zhou Kang left the dormitory indifferently. Humming a tune, he walked along the corridor toward the stairs, preparing to go to the laundry room on the first floor.

Just then, a pair of dark-red eyes lit up behind him. A dark-red gaze fixed itself on Zhou Kang.

The next second, that figure skimmed along the floor and rushed toward Zhou Kang at incredible speed.

Zhou Kang hummed as he walked forward. But just as the figure behind him was about to catch up, he instinctively sensed something rushing toward him and jumped into the air.

A deformed rat covered in black lumps immediately scurried beneath Zhou Kang's feet.

Zhou Kang was badly frightened. As soon as his feet landed, he picked up the basin in terror and smashed it hard onto the deformed rat.

Bang~

The tremendous noise echoed throughout the entire dormitory building.

"Damn, what's wrong with you? Do you know what time it is?"

Curses rang out from the various rooms.

Zhou Kang had no time to care about the curses. He anxiously lifted the basin, its bottom warped from the impact, wanting to see whether the disgusting rat was dead.

The flattened deformed rat suddenly crawled straight back up and swiftly leaped onto Zhou Kang.

Zhou Kang reached out in terror and grabbed the deformed rat.

At that moment, the rat opened its mouth and bit down on his hand. At the same time, a large amount of black cells seeped inside.

"Ah!"

A shrill scream immediately echoed throughout the entire dormitory building.

On the stairs, Su Ming, Minke, and Chen Tong were dragging their exhausted bodies upward after dealing with their injuries. They had spent a long time at the hospital and had finally finished treating their wounds.

They were just about to reach the third floor.

Suddenly hearing the shrill scream, they were startled and immediately rushed upward.

When they reached the third-floor corridor, they saw Zhou Kang standing there alone with his head lowered.

"What happened?"

At that moment, student after student hurried out of the dormitories.

Seeing Zhou Kang standing there in a daze, several students walked over and asked,

"Zhou Kang?"

Zhou Kang suddenly raised his head. His face had become exceptionally ferocious, covered in raised black stripes, and his eyes had turned dark red.

Su Ming's pupils contracted sharply. He shouted at the bewildered students,

"Stay away from Zhou Kang!"

Unfortunately, it was too late. Zhou Kang turned around, grabbed one of the students, opened his mouth, and bit into the main artery in the student's neck.

"Ah~"

As blood sprayed everywhere, the student immediately let out a shriek.

"Run!"

The surrounding students fled in terror.

Seeing this, Chen Tong immediately charged forward and kicked Zhou Kang.

Zhou Kang was kicked to the ground, but he got back up the next second.

Chen Tong had just raised his fist to strike.

Su Ming stepped forward, grabbed Chen Tong by the back of his collar, pulled him back, and retreated.

"What are you doing?"

Chen Tong shouted furiously.