"Bastard! Look what you did to them, and you still claim they were bullying you?"
A teacher shouted angrily.
The commotion had drawn quite a few students over.
The corridor outside gradually became packed solid.
Facing gazes filled with surprise, fear, or delight at his misfortune, Shen Ye said calmly:
"Yes. They tried to hit me, so I had no choice but to defend myself."
Everyone looked into the classroom, their expressions gradually turning strange.
Desks and chairs lay scattered in a mess. Several boys lay on the floor with broken arms or legs, groaning in pain-
You call this self-defense?
One teacher immediately took out a phone to call an ambulance.
The other teachers cautiously surrounded Shen Ye to prevent him from doing anything else.
Shen Ye paid them no mind.
He had video evidence, after all. He really had been forced into it.
Standing there, he allocated his four Attribute Points to strength, then to agility, then switched them to Mental Power.
This was also a form of practice, allowing him to adapt as quickly as possible to the sudden increases in his various attributes.
Among the crowd.
Zhao Yibing bit her lip, staring fixedly at Shen Ye.
I miscalculated.
Even together, they were no match for him.
I knew he was strong, but I didn't know he was this strong!
No-
I've been by his side all these years. I knew perfectly well how strong he was.
-Who knew it would turn into such a huge scene?
Zhao Yibing took out her phone and quickly typed a line:
"It's done."
She tapped send.
"Bingbing, do you regret it?"
Her close friend's whisper reached her ears.
Zhao Yibing's expression tightened, and she immediately put away her phone.
Regret...
Yes, if I'd encouraged him to keep working hard when I called him to the stairwell, and promised we'd stay in touch after starting high school, how would things have turned out?
No.
There's no going back.
He's already made a terrible mistake, injuring seven or eight exam candidates in a row. This counts as a serious incident.
He'll probably even be disqualified from the High School Entrance Exam.
The goal has been achieved.
And he-
He can never affect me in any way again!
"Hmph. My only regret is not seeing his true colors sooner."
Zhao Yibing said.
She suddenly noticed Sun Ming looking at her.
Sun Ming...
Zhao Yibing met his gaze, an ominous premonition rising in her heart.
No-
He wouldn't drag me into this too, would he?
Just as she thought that, she suddenly noticed Sun Ming had opened his mouth.
Don't!
Don't say it!
That would only make things worse. It wouldn't help anything.
"Bingbing..."
Sun Ming called out, his voice choked with tears.
Silence fell around them.
Everyone looked at Zhao Yibing.
Even several teachers cast puzzled looks her way.
Zhao Yibing froze.
Only then did she realize that not every outstanding student ranked near the top of their year possessed a mind as mature as hers.
Sun Ming, you idiot!
Did you even think before dragging me into a fight like this?
What if it damages my image?
What do I do?
Zhao Yibing began to sob, wiping her tears as she said loudly:
"He bullied you like this-Sun Ming, I'm calling the police right now!"
She stepped aside to call the police.
By turning defense into offense, she had both stood up for justice and taken Sun Ming's side.
I've already handled this as well as possible.
Once the police arrive, everyone's injuries will prove just how right my choice was.
Good thing I reacted quickly.
After this is over, I must never have any contact with Sun Ming again.
There's no way he can take the movement technique exam with that broken leg.
He's finished too.
Zhao Yibing rapidly weighed things up as she made the call.
The call connected.
"Hello, is this the police station? We're at..."
Seeing that she had really called the police, everyone grew nervous.
Their homeroom teacher, Jiang Hantao, looked grave.
With a student calling the police, what followed would become even more troublesome.
With the High School Entrance Exam approaching, this really was not something the students should keep following.
They ought to focus on revision.
Several teachers exchanged looks, all thinking the same thing.
"All right, break it up."
"Go eat and get some rest!"
"You lot, stop watching. Go back to your dorms!"
The students were shooed away.
"Shen Ye, come to the office with me," Jiang Hantao said.
"Yes, Mr. Jiang," Shen Ye said.
The two entered the office one after the other.
Jiang Hantao shut the door and said gravely:
"Shen Ye, explain exactly what happened, before it's too late."
"All right. Let's look at the truth, then."
Shen Ye opened his phone's contacts and sent him a video.
Jiang Hantao immediately opened it.
The more he watched, the more astonished he became, and a thought suddenly occurred to him.
I heard the principal accompanied an important figure around the school today to pick out promising students...
Judging by Shen Ye's performance in the video, his strength had already exceeded previous expectations. It could definitely be said to surpass that of an ordinary junior high school student.
I should send this video to the principal immediately.
-This might be Shen Ye's chance!
With that thought, Jiang Hantao immediately tapped the video and selected "Forward."
Elsewhere.
The principal's office.
"Supervisor Qian, our students are all excellent. You could at least sign a few."
The principal poured a cup of hot tea and set it before him.
Supervisor Qian shook his head.
"It's not that I won't help. If they don't meet our requirements, I really can't sign them."
"Why not sign one or two here and take them back to train gradually? With your resources and capabilities, you could certainly turn them into powerful fighters," the principal said.
"We only want truly promising talents. The other students can take the high school entrance exams themselves," Supervisor Qian said, crossing his legs.
"Here, try some of my treasured tea. We can talk while we drink," the principal said, unwilling to give up.
The two raised their teacups.
Just then, a phone suddenly chimed.
The principal casually picked it up and glanced at it. It was a video sent by Jiang Hantao.
Old Jiang, we may be close, but not only are you slacking off during work, you're sending me videos like this?
I may be the principal, but I've got plenty to do too.
Do you think I have the spare time to watch your videos?
...Is it any good?
The principal casually opened the video and lowered his head to watch.
Supervisor Qian was holding his teacup, bringing the warm tea to his mouth, when a shout suddenly rang out beside him:
"Holy shit, that's some strength!"
The principal shot to his feet, eyes fixed on the screen, words spilling rapidly from his mouth:
"Incredible, incredible-his strength far exceeds junior high school requirements. Look at how well he takes a hit, and the force behind that kick. Give him a chance, and wouldn't he soar?"
"Pfft!" Supervisor Qian sprayed out a mouthful of tea.
He wiped his mouth with a handkerchief and sighed. "Do you go this far to recommend students these days?"
The principal had no time to argue and said:
"Supervisor Qian, I'll forward you a video of a student to look at-no, just watch it on my phone."
He handed over his phone.
Supervisor Qian took it and absentmindedly tapped play.
A few breaths later.
He set down his teacup, straightened up, and held the phone in both hands as he watched intently.
The video soon ended.
"Taking on a whole group alone... His strength really is good."
Supervisor Qian continued thoughtfully, "And considering his movement technique scored full marks when we saw him earlier, he is worth meeting for a chat."
The principal sprang out of his chair and said loudly, "Let's go, let's go. I'll take you."
Supervisor Qian stood up, a hint of a smile appearing on his face, and reminded him:
"The matter of his fighting needs to be dealt with too."
"Fighting? What fighting? That was clearly self-defense against bullying, wouldn't you say, Supervisor Qian?"
"...Yes."
A little while later.
The office door suddenly swung open, and their homeroom teacher, Jiang Hantao, entered, accompanied by the principal and several police officers.
The officers first watched the video on the phone.
The footage was clear, the people identifiable. The words, the threatening gestures, and who had struck first had all been recorded.
This was evidence of bullying.
-Before the fight began, Shen Ye had placed his phone on the windowsill and pressed the video recording button.
One police officer asked with a complicated expression:
"You made these preparations right from the start?"
"Sir, there were so many of them. I was afraid they'd beat me to death, so I had no choice but to fight back with everything I had."
Shen Ye spoke amiably.
From the principal to the teachers to the police, everyone fell silent.
Yes.
This student had been through something like that.
Now even the hospital had been sealed off.
This student looked fine, but he'd already missed one exam, only for his classmates to corner him in the classroom and try to beat him up.
And throughout the whole incident, he really had been surrounded and attacked, taking several hits before he was forced to strike back.
Were they supposed to arrest him?
What if something went wrong with his mental state?
Things might become even more troublesome.
"Come to think of it, even if it doesn't qualify as self-defense, it was still a mutual fight."
Jiang Hantao glanced at the police officers and spoke quietly.
The police officers did not respond for a moment.
-they would have to wait until those students' injury examinations were finished to know how serious the matter was.
The principal said gently:
"Shen, luckily you recorded the entire incident on your phone. Otherwise, their injuries would have been enough to get you expelled."
A voice came from behind the crowd:
"That's right. Your physical fitness is already far beyond that of an ordinary junior high school student. There's no point in fighting them."
Jiang Hantao abruptly turned around and said delightedly, "Supervisor Qian?"
Everyone was visibly moved and stepped aside to make way.
A scruffy, downcast-looking middle-aged man walked in, looking Shen Ye over as he said with a smile:
"I watched the video of your fight. Although it only showed half of it, you were actually holding back, weren't you?"
"Yes. I was afraid I'd kill someone," Shen Ye said honestly.
"What a good boy of noble character-the Intelligent Brain System estimates your strength at no less than 4.5, and you also earned full marks for your movement technique in the mock exam outside just now. That's enough to earn my recommendation," the middle-aged man said.
He handed Shen Ye a business card and said with a smile:
"All right, I'd like to have a talk with you."
A talk?
Shen Ye involuntarily looked toward Old Jiang.
His homeroom teacher, Old Jiang, gave him an encouraging look.
The principal's face was filled with excitement.
Even the police officers standing nearby dropped their stern expressions, easing the atmosphere throughout the office.
Huh?
What do you all mean by this?