I'll Beat Two Characters Out of Your Name

"Damn it! If the old man weren't here today, I'd beat you until peach blossoms bloomed all over your face."

Zhao Qiansun was still fuming and had completely forgotten why he had come here in the first place—to win Lin Pangpang over again.

Now, he had no intention of recruiting him anymore.

"Damn it! If the old man weren't here today, I'd beat you down to the last character of your name."

"Shut up, all of you! Hurry up and get to class. You three, which class are you from? Tell me your names. I'm reporting this to your homeroom teachers."

The old gatekeeper felt that Zhao Qiansun and Su Wuming had made him lose face. He decided to teach them that an old man would always be an old man. As for Lin Pangpang, he was merely collateral damage.

However, the moment he said that, Zhao Qiansun took off like a wisp of smoke, leaving Su Wuming and Lin Pangpang with their arms firmly caught by the old man.

"Sir, the one who ran away is Zhao Qiansun. I'm Qin Ming, and he's Li Wencai." Seeing that things were going badly, Su Wuming immediately gave him three names without hesitation.

Lin Pangpang was utterly dumbfounded. Was it really okay to deceive an old man like this?

Those three names happened to belong to people Su Wuming had grudges against.

"Very good. Since your attitude is so sincere, I'll put in a good word for you." The old gatekeeper released them with a satisfied expression, then walked toward the security booth with his hands behind his back.

Su Wuming was starting to wonder whether he would actually tell their homeroom teachers.

"Enough staring. Is the old man's back that nice to look at? Hurry up, we'll be late for assembly."

The assessment was being held in the laboratory building behind the school field. When the two arrived, they entered the assessment classroom just before the final second.

The moment homeroom teacher Shi Potian saw Su Wuming enter, he frowned.

What was this guy doing here?

Didn't he know his own limits?

Was he here to humiliate himself?

Unable to figure it out, Shi Potian could not help asking, "Su Wuming, what are you doing here?"

That tone was hardly a question. It sounded more like a reprimand, and the instructor standing beside him frowned as well.

However, she was not displeased with Su Wuming, but with Shi Potian.

As a homeroom teacher, interrogating his own student like that was somewhat lacking in professional ethics.

At that moment, Su Wuming was inspecting the classroom. This assessment room was extremely spacious, about the size of an indoor basketball court.

Both sides were filled with all kinds of equipment, along with several training dummies.

He had only taken two glances before Shi Potian's shout interrupted him, immediately putting him in a bad mood.

Quite a few students had already turned to look at him. Their eyes were filled with surprise, some even with mockery. Zhao Qiansun in particular was giving him the middle finger.

Su Wuming ignored those looks. He raised his head and met Shi Potian's gaze directly, answering in a firm, forceful voice, one word at a time, "Re! Port! Ing! Teach! Er! I! Am! Here! For! The! As! Sess! Ment!"

After he finished speaking, the expressions in the students' eyes became strange.

Had Su Wuming gone crazy?

He dared speak to the homeroom teacher like that?!

Shi Potian was also somewhat surprised. Su Wuming seemed like a different person today, not someone who could be cowed by a casual scolding.

"Damn it! You're a strength-type. What's the point of taking the assessment? Are you here to serve as a negative example for us?"

Shi Potian was about to speak, but Zhao Qiansun beat him to it.

Shi Potian said nothing in response, which was basically an endorsement.

There truly was no point in a strength-type taking the assessment. His aptitude was what it was. Even if he passed this assessment, he would definitely fail the later ones. It was all futile.

"May I ask whether our school has any rule stating that strength-types cannot participate in assessments? Teacher, please answer me!"

"Su Wuming! You—" Shi Potian was about to berate him when the instructor beside him cut in.

"This student is right. Neither the school nor Dragon Nation as a whole has such a rule."

Su Wuming had noticed this instructor long ago. Not just him—he believed every male present had noticed her.

She had a perfect figure, with straight, slender legs and a slim waist.

Higher up, even her fitted black combat uniform could not contain the surging curves beneath it.

Above that was a standard oval face, shoulder-length hair, and a headband wrapped around her forehead.

The only flaw was that she had one eye. A five-centimeter claw scar ran across her left eye, which remained shut.

But upon closer inspection, one would find that the scar instead gave her a unique, violent beauty.

Su Wuming's first impression of her was that she was a female Zoro!

Seeing her speak up for him, warmth immediately rose in Su Wuming's heart.

However, she continued, "But student, how will you make me acknowledge you? Courage and confidence in your words alone are not enough."

"Oh, right. Let me introduce myself. My name is Mo Lan. I'm the instructor for this assessment, and I'll also be your cultivation and combat instructor from now on."

After saying that, Mo Lan took the initiative to walk in front of Shi Potian. Her seemingly slender body blocked his line of sight as she stared at Su Wuming with her one eye, waiting for his answer.

Unlike the school's teachers, Mo Lan had fought and killed demonic beasts. She trusted her own judgment deeply, because she saw in Su Wuming a temperament different from everyone else present, as well as absolute confidence in his eyes.

Su Wuming also sensed the strength, competence, and rigor radiating from her from the inside out.

If she became his instructor in the future, he would surely have a chance to rise.

Moreover, Instructor Mo Lan seemed to have noticed something about his condition.

She was giving him an opportunity, but it was also a test. Naturally, Su Wuming would not let it slip away.

Just as he was about to answer her question, before he could even open his mouth, the lackey Zhao Qiansun cut in again. "Instructor, how about the two of us have a match? If he beats me, then he'll be qualified."

"Fine!" Shi Potian immediately took over, expressing his agreement. At the same time, he was somewhat displeased by Mo Lan's earlier attempt to take charge, though he did not show it. Going along with Zhao Qiansun's suggestion now was his way of undermining her.

Mo Lan said nothing. She did not even look at Zhao Qiansun, merely signaling Su Wuming with her eyes.

"I accept this proposal. It's not that I look down on you, Zhao Qiansun, but... oh, Pangpang, squat down." Halfway through his sentence, Su Wuming suddenly told Lin Pangpang beside him to squat down.

This action left everyone confused, except Lin Pangpang, who knew exactly what Su Wuming intended to do.

To be honest, he refused in his heart, but his body honestly squatted down anyway.

Su Wuming continued, "But everyone standing here is trash. Let me make this clear: starting today, I, Su Wuming, will be the class monitor for this class's practical cultivation lessons. Anyone who disagrees can challenge me. I guarantee I'll beat you until you submit!"

The moment those words came out, they instantly provoked the crowd's fury.

"Su Wuming, you've really got a mouth bigger than your feet stink."

"Look at those dark circles under his eyes. Did lifting iron turn him stupid?"

"Don't think we girls won't beat you just because you're handsome."

"Stop talking big. I'll fight you!"

"Zhao Qiansun, you don't need to make a move. I'll do it!"

"..."

After saying all that, Su Wuming immediately felt much better. Letting it all out felt damn good!

Watching everything unfold, Mo Lan could not help curling her lips into a faint smile.

"Sure enough, a young person without fire in their veins isn't a qualified spirit warrior..."