Chapter 91

The atmosphere in Class One's classroom was clearly different that afternoon.

When Xue Lingyun walked into the classroom, the buzzing chatter did not stop, but that sense of something being different radiated from everyone.

Several gazes fell on him.

It was no longer the curious look of "I heard he's amazing" from before that morning, but something more tangible—admiration.

It could even be said that they had been completely won over.

That morning, more than sixty people had ganged up on him, yet none of them had even touched the corner of his clothes.

Meanwhile, he had used a writing brush dipped in red ink to leave a red mark on every one of their vital points.

Their necks, chests, and the backs of their necks—every mark had landed on a fatal spot.

Everyone present understood what that meant.

It was not as though they had never seen powerful people before, but they had never seen someone their own age who was this absurdly strong.

Xue Lingyun walked expressionlessly to his seat, sat down, and took out his textbook as if nothing had happened.

He flipped the book to the page they had covered before, lightly tapped the edge of the page twice with his fingers, then leaned against the backrest and waited for the bell to ring.

Yet the atmosphere of being "completely convinced" spread through the classroom like water seeping into sand—silent, but everywhere.

A boy sitting in the front row turned around and glanced at him.

There was none of that previous appraisal in his eyes, that look of "Let me see what this champion can really do." Instead, there was only the feeling of "I'm completely convinced"—tinged with a bitter smile, a hint of self-mockery, and an inexplicable sense of relief.

He looked for two seconds