People Can't, Can't Be Too Mouthy

Two figures bickered and played, walking away side by side; the spirit of youth, vivid and bright.

Wu Zhangkong stood where she was, motionless for a long time. The brows and eyes that were usually as cold as ice softened quietly at this moment.

In a trance, the scene before her seemed to overlap with the past.

After a long while, Wu Zhangkong gently closed her eyes.

"Long Bing..."

A slight bitterness rose in her throat, and the long-sealed wound deep in her heart throbbed once more.

When she opened her eyes again, the tenderness and trance in Wu Zhangkong's gaze had completely dissipated, leaving only a bottomless, icy clarity and a trace of faint, almost invisible melancholy.

She slowly withdrew her gaze and turned to walk slowly toward the direction of the classroom.

Her pace was steady, cold, and aloof.

The cold wind brushed past her hair, blowing away those imperceptible emotions, leaving behind only her usual, unapproachable indifference.

The first class this morning was physical education.

Basic physical training: running.

This was the simplest and most brutal method of physical testing.

Wu Zhangkong stood on the grass beside the track, holding a copy of Forging of Steel as she read. Without looking up, she said, "This morning is physical training. Run ten laps around the track first."

The track here at the Eastsea Academy Intermediate Division was a full eight hundred meters per lap.

"Do we really have to run ten laps?"

"Yeah, Teacher Wu, one lap is eight hundred meters! We'll be exhausted to death!"

"..."

The students hung their heads, daring only to complain and plead in low voices.

Wu Zhangkong said nothing, merely pointing to the side.

Not far away, Tang Wulin and Xie Xie were wearing Iron Vests with chains weighing twenty pounds.

The crowd of students instantly fell silent, as if hit by a mute button, and lined up on the track in unison.

Xie Xie wore a sour expression, staring at the seemingly endless track. He felt his legs go weak and had a sudden urge to use the restroom, subconsciously looking down to check his shoelaces repeatedly.

In the end, a tearful Xie Xie was dragged onto the track by Tang Wulin.

Just as Wu Zhangkong had said, if one has talent, one must use it, otherwise, it is a waste.

After running less than six laps, Xie Xie had already collapsed on the track like a dead dog, gasping for air.

It felt exactly like having both kidneys ripped out!!

Xie Xie: (´□`"∠)

Wu Zhangkong still did not look up. "Continue."

Seeing this, Tang Wulin immediately slowed his pace and turned back, reaching out to firmly grip Xie Xie's arm, half-supporting and half-carrying him up.

Xie Xie struggled to open his eyes, which were stung by sweat.

Ha—llelujah~

Whether it was a hallucination caused by exhaustion or not, Xie Xie felt that the person before him was bathed in holy light at this moment, with an angel's halo even appearing above his head, and he said with a gentle expression:

"Hold on a little longer, it's almost over."

"Wuwuwu..."

Xie Xie was instantly moved to tears.

Yes, Xie Xie's lower body had turned into noodles; he was running entirely because Tang Wulin was supporting him.

"Tang Wulin, you have plenty of strength, right? If you want to help him, then run ten more laps for me." Wu Zhangkong raised her brows slightly.

"Understood." Tang Wulin agreed immediately.

Just then, a young girl walked slowly from the direction of the school gate toward the Intermediate Division track.

The young girl had long black hair, neatly tied into a high ponytail, with a few strands falling on either side of her cheeks.

Her eyes were a deep purple, as if they held a pool of cold water.

She wore an ancient-style dress in light cyan and white, with an off-the-shoulder design that highlighted her slender shoulders.

The hem and cuffs were layered, adorned with pale blue patterns and ruffles, paired with matching long socks. Her overall aura carried both the charm of a young girl and a distinct, icy detachment.

Wu Zhangkong's gaze swept over the girl casually.

At just one glance, she was drawn to the peculiar aura the girl possessed.

"Which class are you from?" Wu Zhangkong let her left hand, holding the book, drop naturally and walked over in two steps.

The girl's gaze was first drawn to Tang Wulin and Xie Xie, then she looked at Wu Zhangkong and said, "Hello, Teacher. My name is Gu Yue. I came to enroll, but I missed the registration deadline."

Wu Zhangkong's tone was flat. "I am not in charge of admissions."

"Ah... is that so?" Gu Yue paused, looking somewhat disappointed.

Immediately after, Gu Yue added, "Teacher, I wish to attend school here. Is that possible?"

Wu Zhangkong nodded. "You may, but you must earn it through your own ability."

"I can take an examination." Gu Yue smiled.

Wu Zhangkong said no more, turning to beckon Xie Xie on the track. "Xie Xie, give your Iron Vest to Tang Wulin and come here."

After resting for a short while, Xie Xie's stamina had recovered somewhat.

Hearing Wu Zhangkong's call, even though his legs were shaking like he had Parkinson's, Xie Xie forced himself to walk over. "Teacher Wu, you..."

Before he could finish, Wu Zhangkong spoke directly:

"Your physical fitness is too poor. I'll give you a chance: defeat her, and you won't have to run for the rest of the morning."

Xie Xie's eyes lit up.

However, the moment his gaze landed on Gu Yue, the smile on his face froze instantly. In a flash, his back stopped aching and his legs stopped feeling weak; he turned and bolted back the way he came.

"Teacher Wu, I'm sorry, the number you have dialed is powered off!"

"Sorry, the number you dialed is..."

This was the biggest overpowered monster in the book, a female tyrannosaurus! Even Tang Wulin had to honestly take a slap from her!!

He, go fight Gu Yue?

What kind of international joke was that? Had he lost his mind?

Wu Zhangkong: "..."

"Pfft—"

Gu Yue couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Before Xie Xie could finish his English tirade, he suffered a heavy blow to the top of his head and was dragged back by the collar of his shirt by Wu Zhangkong.

Wu Zhangkong's face was dark. "I'll give you twenty minutes to rest. We start in twenty minutes."

Seeing there was no escaping the devil's clutches, Xie Xie could only sit cross-legged and meditate honestly.

He hoped Gu Yue wouldn't go too hard on him later, boo-hoo...

Although Xie Xie was quite amusing, Gu Yue only glanced at him twice before her gaze returned to Tang Wulin.

Wu Zhangkong glanced at her sideways. "Underestimating an opponent is an unwise act."

"I'm not underestimating him," Gu Yue said with a smile.

Though she said this, she didn't spare even a fraction of her attention for Xie Xie.

Wu Zhangkong frowned slightly but said nothing more.

On the track, as Tang Wulin ran, he kept an eye on the center of the field; he was also curious about what was going on with this sudden young girl.

As he turned his head, his eyes met Gu Yue's.

Gu Yue did not look away; her gaze flickered, and she held his stare just like that.

Tang Wulin: ...?

Tang Wulin's eyes narrowed. Was this person provoking him?

Twenty minutes passed quickly.

With his stamina fully restored, Xie Xie couldn't help but stretch, his bones popping and cracking as he sprang up from the grass.

Xie Xie gave Wu Zhangkong a thumbs up. "The deck is ready!"

After a few days, Wu Zhangkong had become immune to Xie Xie's strange jargon and nodded faintly.

"Thirty meters distance, get ready."

Only after Xie Xie stood firm at the thirty-meter mark did Gu Yue withdraw her gaze and fix it upon him.

"Start!"

Xie Xie unleashed his full speed and darted out.

"Shine my shoes, Grandpa!"

However, the second the words left his mouth, Xie Xie regretted it. He wanted to slap himself for his loose tongue. The look Gu Yue was giving him was clearly malicious!

Oh no, he hadn't just stacked a rage buff on Gu Yue, had he?