Beasts Always Walk Alone

He and Wang Han had been desk mates for over a year, and there had always been quite a few conflicts between them.

After breaking the Mystery of the Womb, he had devoted himself wholeheartedly to martial arts and stopped concerning himself with the trivial matters of the class.

He had thought their conflicts would fade away with time.

Yet he had never expected that his repeated indifference would only make Wang Han push his luck further and further.

Perfect.

Today, he would settle every last conflict at once.

Looking at Xu Shuhui, who had already been left at a loss under the gazes of so many classmates, Jiang Shu spoke unhurriedly. "Wang Han, you took over my desk without my permission, didn't you? I hadn't even held you accountable for that, yet you were already wagging your tongue everywhere."

"You spread a few rumors and think you've grasped the truth, played with people's hearts. What, are you the only clear-eyed one in the whole class? If Xu Shuhui really had a crush on me, why was there nothing in sophomore year? Nothing in senior year? Yet the moment I took leave from school and came back to sit in the classroom for a few minutes, you discovered it?"

"If you really have such sharp eyes, then stop studying. Walk out of campus, go to the bus stop, take Route Seven, get off after three stops. There's a police bureau within a hundred meters. Go apply there and see whether they're still hiring police dogs."

"At least it's a public-sector post. Far more useful than you attending some vocational college later."

After more than a decade of scraping and struggling through society in his previous life, though he had never made a great name for himself, he had developed a knack for reading people.

Wang Han's behavior now was nothing more than that of a clown jumping about on a stage, desperate to draw attention.

He was poor at studying, yet he wanted to prove how impressive he was through other means.

When Jiang Shu had not wanted to deal with him, he had simply ignored him.

But once he opened his mouth—

What the hell was Wang Han?

"One last thing. I only took leave from school; I didn't drop out. So the desk should still be my desk. The books inside should still be my books. Before you go apply at the police bureau, you'd better move my books back, every last one of them, and put them back in the desk."

"Take it as training your abilities. After all, police dog training must include exercises on retrieving things."

"Jiang Shu!"

Wang Han had never imagined that Jiang Shu, who had always seemed so easy to bully, would speak so viciously today.

Police bureau. Police dog.

Jiang Shu actually dared to say that about him!

What the hell was Jiang Shu?

So what if he had taken over the desk?

Jiang Shu had taken leave from school. Why couldn't he use it?

The more Wang Han thought about it, the angrier he became. His fury burned like fire, shooting straight to his head.

He abruptly rose to his feet, pointed a finger at Jiang Shu's nose, and cursed, "Jiang Shu, didn't I send you a WeiXun message asking to use your desk? You didn't reply! What? You took leave from school, and now no one can use your desk? Do you think every facility in this school belongs to you? Disgusting!"

"I just tossed your books into the corner of the classroom. It's not like I sold them as scrap paper or set them on fire. You want me to move them back? If you want to read so badly, take them home and read them yourself. What kind of good student act are you putting on now? Saying your books have to stay in your desk."

"The desks in the classroom aren't yours. They belong to the school. If you're not using one, all of us can use it!"

Standing on the moral high ground, Wang Han grew more and more self-righteous as he spoke.

The moment his words fell, the boys who usually got along well with him also chimed in. "Exactly. Jiang Shu, you weren't even using the desk. So what if Wang Han put some books there? You've been desk mates for over a year, and you're not even willing to let him put down a few books?"

"I don't think it's a big deal either. If I switched to being a martial arts student and took leave from school, forget using my desk—you could even use my books as backups. It's not like I'm planning to take the College Entrance Examination anyway."

"As for that crush thing, Wang Han was just joking. Why can't you take a joke? Of course we know Xu Shuhui wouldn't have a crush on you. She's the class study representative, she's pretty too. What could she possibly see in you? Take a look in the mirror."

"Hahaha, don't put it that way. Didn't Jiang Shu switch to being a martial arts student? Maybe he thinks he's some Martial Dao prodigy now."

"Pfft. Jiang Shu is bad at studying and bad at socializing. So switching to become a martial arts student makes him a Martial Dao prodigy? By the time we graduate from university, he'll probably still be in vocational college, without even Qi and Blood Sensing. He won't even be able to get into a bachelor's program."

The voices supporting Wang Han went from sparse at first to increasingly numerous.

At first, only boys spoke up. Then some girls began watching the show as well, occasionally lowering their heads to exchange a few words.

Chattering and babbling, scattered and fragmented.

By now, Xu Shuhui's face had finally recovered from its deep flush. She looked at Jiang Shu with worry written all over her face, endlessly regretting why she had turned around to ask him that question.

If she had not asked, would none of this have happened?

As the voices around him grew louder and louder, Jiang Shu rested one hand on the corner of the desk, utterly unmoved by honor or disgrace.

One year of sophomore year.

Half a year of senior year.

He knew his classmates far too well.

They gathered in twos and threes, smug and self-righteous.

He had only taken leave from school for a few days, yet they had already cast him out of the group and launched such attacks against him.

Jiang Shu stood straight and swept his gaze over the room.

"You've chirped and chattered so much, as though every one of you has your own reasoning. The desk belongs to the school, Wang Han was just making a joke."

"Since I haven't dropped out, then the right to use this desk belongs to me. Since he refuses to move his things, I'll handle it my way."

"You may have numbers on your side, but unfortunately, reason has never belonged to the side with more people."

"It only exists above one's fist."

"This principle isn't taught by parents, teachers, schools, or society."

"I'll teach it to you."

Jiang Shu's voice was calm, yet every word struck the ground like gold and stone.

Before the eyes of the entire class, he lifted a desk piled high with books and test papers with one hand.

Like Xiang Yu lifting the cauldron!

The warm air from the air conditioner blew through the classroom.

Jiang Shu took one step forward, walked straight to the trash can, and tipped the desk over. In an instant, every book and test paper tumbled down beside the trash can.

Clatter...

"Now it's much cleaner."

Jiang Shu spoke softly, but everyone who witnessed the scene was rendered speechless.

The boys who had been chattering away moments ago now seemed as though someone had gripped their throats. Their endless stream of words came to an abrupt halt.

The school desks were not particularly heavy, but due to their unusual structure, many people needed both hands just to lift one. If it was stuffed full of books, some girls with weaker arms even needed help moving it.

Yet Jiang Shu had lifted such a desk outright, his voice steady and his movements effortless!

How strong did he have to be?

Xu Shuhui, who had seen everything with perfect clarity, was even more stunned.

No wonder. No wonder he had remained so calm all this time.

With that kind of strength, even if he had not yet achieved Qi and Blood Sensing, he could not be far from it, could he?

There were still three months until the College Entrance Examination. Perhaps... Jiang Shu could enter an undergraduate university without taking the exam before then!

"Jiang Shu... Jiang Shu, you... what are you doing!"

Seeing Jiang Shu return while carrying the desk again, Wang Han's voice trembled instinctively. He had never imagined that Jiang Shu, whom he had always considered easy to bully, possessed such tremendous strength.

He could lift an entire desk so easily. What if he punched Wang Han?

Wang Han dropped onto his chair, his body going limp.

There was already a trace of fear in his expression!