Aggressive

"Teacher, I disagree!"

Zhou Xing stood up abruptly: "Why pair me with Gao Teng? He will seriously drag me down; how am I supposed to win if I'm grouped with him?"

Zhao Dapeng said indifferently: "I am doing this for the sake of fairness. You are the student with the best grades in our class. If I were to pair you with another strong student, I might as well just hand you that 20% discount right now."

Zhou Xing said angrily: "But you can't pair me with the student ranked dead last!"

Zhao Dapeng said: "Only then can your true strength be demonstrated, and it will also ensure the other students lose with no room for complaint. Students, do you think my arrangement is reasonable?"

The crowd shouted in unison: "Reasonable!"

"Zhou Xing, do you have any other objections?"

"..."

Zhou Xing gritted his teeth and sat down, feeling deeply aggrieved.

Seeing this, Gao Teng understood that Zhao Dapeng was retaliating against him.

If they lost this melee duel, Zhou Xing wouldn't be able to purchase medicinal pills at a 20% discount, and his resentment would surely hit the roof, making Gao Teng's future life miserable.

Therefore, to avoid trouble, he had to win!

While Gao Teng made this silent resolution, he also regretted using all ten of his consecutive steals on Zhou Xing.

If he had saved them to steal his opponents' cultivation in the afternoon, he could have weakened their strength.

But it didn't matter; his own strength had increased significantly over the week, and since Zhou Xing was the top student in the class, their chances of winning were quite high.

Just as Gao Teng was silently calculating, Zhao Dapeng had finished dividing the entire class into groups.

"Alright, continue your cultivation now to prepare for this afternoon's... Gao Teng, what are you muttering about?"

"?"

Gao Teng looked confused: "I didn't say anything."

Zhao Dapeng slammed his hand heavily on the podium and roared: "I saw your mouth moving, are you still trying to argue?"

Gao Teng: "..."

"Do you think the other students are as idle as you? There are forty-five people in this class; every minute you waste is a minute stolen from everyone else. Do you know how precious this class time is? If they fail to meet their cultivation targets today, it's because you were causing trouble in the classroom. Get out to the track and run twenty laps!"

Gao Teng smiled; it was truly the greatest tragedy of the education system that someone like Zhao Dapeng could be a homeroom teacher.

"You still have the nerve to smile? Are you proud of delaying your classmates?"

Gao Teng wiped the smile off his face.

"Who are you trying to scare with that long face? Am I wrong to criticize you? Add another thirty laps!"

"...Yes."

Gao Teng replied and walked out of the classroom.

He didn't have the qualifications to fall out with Zhao Dapeng right now; causing a conflict would only lead to his own humiliation.

Regardless, his martial arts potential was limitless; he would just collect this debt in the future.

After a short while, Gao Teng left the teaching building and walked onto the rubber track of the sports field.

Suddenly, he felt something and looked back toward the classroom; Zhao Dapeng was indeed standing in the corridor, watching him.

"Son of a bitch."

Gao Teng cursed under his breath and started to run.

One lap, two laps, three laps...

Even when the bell rang for the end of class, he still hadn't finished his fifty laps.

Since he didn't need to cultivate, he just jogged slowly to pass the time.

However, this behavior was more than Zhou Xing could stand. He came to the track, his eyes filled with disgust: "Gao Teng, are you that idle?"

"Why are you dawdling instead of finishing your laps and getting to your cultivation?"

Gao Teng stopped and looked at Zhou Xing: "I have my own way of cultivating."

"You have shit!"

"If it weren't for being grouped with you, that 20% discount would be mine! It's because you offended Zhao Dapeng that I'm being dragged down with you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Xing's figure shot forward, and he kicked toward Gao Teng.

Fortunately, Gao Teng had been on guard; the moment Zhou Xing moved, he immediately pulled back and dodged the blow.

"Hm?"

Zhou Xing was taken aback at first, then chased after him, swinging his fist down in a heavy blow.

Gao Teng immediately raised his arm to block, but when the fist struck his arm, it felt as if his bones had been hammered by a sledge, a dull ache drilling straight into his marrow.

Zhou Xing gave him no chance to catch his breath, lifting his knee to drive it viciously toward Gao Teng's crotch.

With no room to dodge, Gao Teng panicked and slapped his palm against the incoming knee, using the force to spring himself backward.

As the two put distance between them again, Zhou Xing stopped his relentless pursuit, his eyes filled with surprise as he looked at Gao Teng.

He had expected Gao Teng to be a pushover, never imagining his strength had increased so much.

Seeing Zhou Xing calm down, Gao Teng immediately said, "The practical combat hasn't even started this afternoon, so how do you know we won't win?"

"I guarantee I'll help you get that 20% discount; we are going to win."

Zhou Xing's face remained cold. "It better be that way, or every cent I lose will be taken out of your hide!"

"Hurry up and finish your run so you can go train. Don't drag me down this afternoon!"

Without a shred of kindness on his face, Zhou Xing dropped those words and turned to leave.

Gao Teng shook his aching arm, feeling a wave of nausea.

Zhou Xing did not come from a family with a deep background; his parents were both ordinary workers at an electronics factory.

Relying on his own strength, he had formed a small gang at school, specializing in extorting those classmates who were timid, weak, and had no one to rely on.

The original owner of this body, whose parents were both deceased, had often been extorted, forced to hand over five hundred yuan in protection money every month.

Someone like Zhou Xing deserved to have his entire cultivation stripped away, to be left to suffer at the bottom of society for a lifetime, never to rise again!

As for Zhao Dapeng, he would certainly steal from him—steal ruthlessly, wildly, and incessantly—but before that, he would first steal until Zhou Xing's life was utterly devoid of hope, perhaps even driving him to madness!

Gao Teng let out a cold snort and began to run again.

But he had only taken a few steps when he was called out by Zhao Dapeng.

The homeroom teacher walked over from a distance and said coldly, "Gao Teng, you've really grown some nerve, haven't you?"

"A classmate comes over to show concern for you, and you actually resort to violence against him. I think you've really gotten ahead of yourself!"

Gao Teng felt bewildered at first, then began to laugh.

"Teacher, your criticism is correct; I have indeed become too arrogant."

"Not only did I use my stomach to ram into Zhou Xing's foot, but I also used my crotch to strike his knee. I'm just too good at bullying others."

"I must make a formal apology to the entire school's faculty and students. The student ranked last actually dared to bully the top student in the class; I've truly turned the world upside down!"

Zhao Dapeng's face darkened. "What's with that sarcastic tone?"

Gao Teng let out a mocking laugh and turned to walk away.

Zhao Dapeng flew into a rage. "Where are you going? You dare to walk away after talking back to a teacher?"

"I'm going to find the principal and have him judge who is in the right."

"You wouldn't dare!"

Gao Teng ignored him completely and quickened his pace.

He hadn't wanted to make such a scene, thinking he could just endure it and move on, but with Zhao Dapeng being so aggressive, how could he submit to such bullying?

"Gao Teng, you stop right there!"

"You'd better think this through. Taking this to the principal won't do you any good. Do you really think I can't make it so you can't stay in this school anymore?"

"Gao Teng, don't you dare pretend you can't hear me!"

Zhao Dapeng shouted threats as he chased after him, but Gao Teng did not stop; instead, he ran even faster.

There is no turning back once the arrow has left the bow. Things had reached this point, and there was no longer any room for negotiation.

Given Zhao Dapeng's petty and vindictive nature, even if he bowed his head to reconcile, he would still be unable to escape future retaliation.

In that case, he might as well fight to the end!