Discrimination?

"That's easy to say—no matter what changes happen, everyone has to agree, right?"

Wang Yuzhi let out a dry laugh and waved over a student.

"Ren Ming, these classmates from Luoying City are in your hands. Don't neglect them."

"Don't worry, Teacher!" Ren Ming was lean and tough, with a resolute expression.

Wan Keshan and Teacher Li sized him up briefly, then followed Wang Yuzhi away without concern.

With the two teachers gone, Li Qingshan naturally stood out at the front of the line.

Ren Ming walked up to Li Qingshan with a warm, enthusiastic smile.

"Classmate, are you the team leader?"

Li Qingshan glanced at Zhong Xian beside him. Seeing her blank expression with no intention of speaking, he gave a slight nod.

"Classmate, how about we exchange contact info? If you have any issues in the next couple of days, you can reach me."

"Then I'll trouble you, Classmate Ren."

Li Qingshan went along with it and swapped Communicator numbers with Ren Ming.

After that, the group followed Ren Ming toward the exit.

"Classmate Li, up ahead is our school's car."

By the roadside, a row of blue business vans was neatly parked, each bearing the emblem of Wu Yi City's First High School.

The vans weren't large—they could only seat about a dozen people.

Occasionally, teams boarded under a guide's direction, leaving as soon as they were seated.

Ren Ming led them toward one of the vans.

But as they got closer, Ren Ming's expression gradually soured.

Li Qingshan glanced over and quickly understood why.

The van they were supposed to take was already full.

A flashily dressed young man stood by the door, his gold watch gleaming in the sunlight, staring at them with a provocative look.

More precisely, he was staring at Ren Ming.

"Classmate Ren, trouble?"

"No, it's fine. A small issue—I'll handle it."

Ren Ming forced a smile and waved it off, then hurried forward.

"Yu Yuanjun, this van was assigned to me. What right do you have to take it?"

"We're all classmates—why split hairs?"

Yu Yuanjun crossed his arms and said unhurriedly:

"My van broke down on the way, so I'm just borrowing yours."

Ren Ming clenched his fists, barely holding back his anger. "If your van broke down, go ask the school for another one, or take your people and hail a cab. If you take my van, how am I supposed to send my group back?"

"What? Want to fight?" Yu Yuanjun raised an eyebrow and said with a smirk, "Actually, what you said isn't unreasonable. But the team I'm hosting is already in the van."

"Why don't you go 'invite' them out?" Yu Yuanjun pointed at the door. "Don't say I didn't warn you—the ones in the van are the Martial Arts Class from Wuyuan City."

The Wuyuan City Martial Arts Class was notoriously tough across the province, almost always snagging a few spots in the annual Rookie Competition.

Ren Ming's face went pale, then red, but he didn't move.

He knew Wuyuan City's reputation well, but even if it were a Martial Arts Class from another city, he shouldn't kick them out. Doing that would just play into Yu Yuanjun's trap.

But if he didn't get the van back, he'd be slighting Li Qingshan's group.

Just as Ren Ming hesitated, the van door was shoved open.

A young man with a buzz cut leaned out and said in a low voice, "Why aren't we moving yet?"

"Classmate Lin Fan, hold on—we're leaving now!"

Yu Yuanjun replied with a fawning smile, then turned to Ren Ming and waved dismissively. "You guys go take a cab. We're off."

"Oh, I almost forgot—you're a Publicly Supported Background, not exactly rolling in cash."

Yu Yuanjun adjusted his gold watch and sneered, "Make sure the driver gives you a receipt. Come find me to get reimbursed."

"You can't leave!"

Ren Ming's gaze was resolute as he took a step forward.

No matter what, Yu Yuanjun had come for him, so he had to bear it himself.

This bus—he couldn't give it up!

Just then, a hand suddenly reached out from behind and landed on his shoulder.

"Classmate Ren, let me handle it."

The voice sounded behind him, and Ren Ming froze for a moment.

"Classmate Li?"

Behind them, Yu Lei and the others weren't surprised, but Zhong Xian frowned and warned:

"Li Qingshan, Lin Fan is very strong. There's no need to clash with him over something like this."

"Don't worry, I'm not stupid."

Li Qingshan chuckled lightly and stepped forward.

Yu Yuanjun frowned slightly, looking at Li Qingshan.

"Classmate, you—"

His words cut off mid-sentence, his gaze suddenly turning horrified.

With just a few steps, the other party was already right in front of him.

A slap swung over, and Yu Yuanjun crashed heavily to the ground.

"You... you dare hit me?"

Yu Yuanjun clutched his swollen cheek, incredulous.

"You're sticking up for Ren Ming? Do you two know each other? You... ah!"

Before he could finish asking, a few more kicks landed, and Yu Yuanjun howled in agony.

Crack!

A crisp sound.

Li Qingshan looked at the twisted, bent arm and sighed, shaking his head.

"Your Body Forging training isn't enough! Your bones are too weak."

"Madman! You're a madman!"

Yu Yuanjun wailed, desperately turning his head toward Lin Fan at the bus door, begging:

"Classmate Lin Fan, save me, save me!"

"Idiot!"

Lin Fan spat out two cold words and ignored him.

He hadn't bothered to call Yu Yuanjun out for setting them up, but that didn't mean he didn't know.

Since the guy was playing smart, he'd have to swallow the consequences.

Thump! Thump!

Li Qingshan lightened the force in his legs and kicked out twice more.

Yu Yuanjun's body arched sharply like a shrimp, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Everyone around was stunned by Li Qingshan's actions—was he trying to beat him to death?

Ren Ming was the first to react, rushing forward and grabbing Li Qingshan's arm tightly.

"Enough, enough. My grudge with him isn't that deep. If you keep going, the Patrol Bureau will show up."

"Classmate Ren, don't misunderstand."

Li Qingshan shook his head, his expression turning serious.

"I'm not beating him up to stick up for you. I'm doing it because I felt discriminated against!"

"Discriminated against?"

Ren Ming was taken aback, never expecting Li Qingshan to say those two words.

On the ground, Yu Yuanjun was on the verge of spitting blood—no, he actually was spitting blood.

A mouthful of blood sprayed out, and Yu Yuanjun felt like crying but had no tears.

He had clearly been discriminating against Ren Ming—what did this madman have to do with it?

"I'm also from a Publicly Supported Background. According to the Public Rearing Discrimination Law, even if I beat him to serious injury, I'm not breaking the law!"

Li Qingshan briefly explained, then kicked out twice more.

Bam! Bam!

Yu Yuanjun let out a miserable shriek, his eyes splitting at the corners.

But he could only bury his head, not daring to let the other party see the fury in his eyes, much less spit out any harsh words.

Because the Public Rearing Discrimination Law really existed!

The Public Rearing Discrimination Law had emerged alongside the public rearing policy, and with its nearly draconian clauses, it had successfully curbed the discriminatory atmosphere across society.

As that atmosphere faded, this code of law gradually fell into obscurity.

But being forgotten didn't mean it ceased to exist.

As long as the other party clung to the fact that he had been "discriminatory," even beating him to death wouldn't amount to much.

At that thought, Yu Yuanjun, gripped by terror and panic, rolled his eyes back and fainted on the spot.

"So fragile?"

Li Qingshan regretfully withdrew his foot, lightly patted Ren Ming on the shoulder, and said earnestly, "Classmate Ren, next time you encounter discrimination, learn to use the law as a weapon to protect yourself."

"Protect?!"

Ren Ming swallowed hard, staring at Yu Yuanjun on the ground, unsure if he was still breathing.

It was the first time he realized the word "protect" could be used like that.

"I originally thought Luoying City only had Zhong Xian who could barely be my match. I didn't expect someone like you to be around."

Lin Fan jumped out of the car, faced Li Qingshan, and extended his hand.

"Wuyuan, Lin Fan."

Li Qingshan smiled faintly and reached out to shake it.

"Luoying, Li Qingshan."

"This car—do you still want it?"

Lin Fan pointed at the car door behind him, fighting spirit surging in his eyes.

"Don't worry, there'll be plenty of chances to spar tomorrow. This car won't be necessary."

Li Qingshan grinned, raising his finger toward the sky.

"Our ride is here."

A shadow fell over the crowd as a black Flying Car slowly descended...