Outside the classroom, Li De couldn't help but feel a trace of apprehension in his heart.
"Have things gotten a bit out of hand?"
As the agonized cries echoed from within, the thought lingered in his mind.
"Director Li, you may come in now."
A voice called from inside, prompting Li De to step in quickly, curiosity and anxiety intertwined—he was eager to see what had transpired.
Yet the moment he entered, he was stunned.
Fang Hao sat there, save for a red, swollen slap mark on his face, completely unscathed.
Not a single drop of blood.
Could it be that this young master hadn't truly laid hands on him?
A flicker of confusion flashed across Li De's eyes.
Still, he respectfully stepped forward and greeted,
"Young Master Chu."
"Hmm, you're here," Chu Yi replied calmly, turning to face Li De.
"Have you finished dealing with him, Young Master Chu?"
"Would you like to teach him another lesson?"
"This punishment seems... rather mild."
Li De glanced at Fang Hao on the ground, somewhat discontented.
Given the pitiful state of Fang Hao's injuries, it couldn't even compare to a scuffle between street punks.
He began to doubt if Chu Yi had truly vented his anger.
"It's done. There's no need for more," Chu Yi replied, a glint flashing in his eyes.
"I've already contacted the police. They'll handle the rest."
Though he had healed Fang Hao's external injuries, Chu Yi had left a wisp of true qi in his mind.
Once Fang Hao entered the police station, that true qi would explode.
In an instant, he would be reduced to a fool.
By then, who could possibly hold Chu Yi accountable?
As for the thugs and Xiao Li sprawled on the ground, although he hadn't laid a finger on them,
his status as the heir to the Chu Corporation was more than enough to send them to prison for a few years.
With that, Chu Yi brushed past Li De and walked toward An Ran.
He gently patted her head.
"It's done. Focus on your studies."
"If anything comes up, just find Director Li."
"You're leaving already?"
A trace of reluctance shone in An Ran's eyes as she embraced Chu Yi.
Beside her, Shang Yanyan couldn't help but show a hint of envy, and an inexplicable feeling stirred within her heart.
Ding! Congratulations, host. Shang Yanyan's affection increased by 20. You've significantly altered the course of the plot.
You've gained 5 Luck Points and 1500 Villain Points.
Admiration for the strong—that was Shang Yanyan's nature.
And Chu Yi had, with his own hands, crushed the once-dominant Fang Hao.
In her eyes, Chu Yi had become an object of reverence.
On a highway in the heart of the magic capital,
Chu Yi drove a sleek Ferrari, the roar of its engine like that of a steel beast.
Passengers in nearby vehicles looked on in awe,
many instinctively keeping a safe distance,
fearful that a mere brush with his car could cost them dearly.
As the wind whipped past, Chu Yi was lost in thought.
For now, his martial prowess surpassed that of Ye Fan.
In terms of the world's martial hierarchy,
there were three stages—External Strength, Internal Strength, and Transcendence.
Having mastered the Grandmaster-level Eight Extremes Fist and merged it with ancient true qi,
Chu Yi was already at the pinnacle of Internal Strength, bordering on Transcendence.
Ye Fan, by contrast, had only trained for a year.
Even with exceptional talent, he was barely at the mid-stage of External Strength.
The only real threat was Ye Fan's master—an assassin ranked third globally.
But he was currently recuperating and likely unable to intervene.
Still, within the confines of a school, defeating Ye Fan would require more than brute force.
It would demand finesse—and other skills.
Chu Yi's eyes gleamed with intrigue.
"System, open the panel."
Ding. Panel activated.
Host: Chu Yi
Luck: 327 (Level 3 Villain)
Villain Points: 18,800
Sign-in: Once per day
Reward Ratio: 10% of items refreshed
Combat Strength: 61 (Average Human: 10)
Intelligence: 41
Charm: 37
Physique: 45
Items: Baby Essentials Set, Corpse Dissolving Powder, Tier-2 Lottery Token
Skills: Grandmaster Eight Extremes Fist, Clairvoyance, Aura Suppression
System Store: Unlocked
"Over 10,000 points. Perhaps I can get something valuable..."
"Let's use that Tier-2 lottery."
Chu Yi muttered as he glanced at the inventory.
"System, activate the Tier-2 lottery."
Ding. Lottery in progress.
A virtual wheel appeared before him, the pointer spinning rapidly,
until it landed on a sector.
Ding! Congratulations, host. You've won a Tier-2 prize: Learning Gift Pack.
"Learning Gift Pack?" Chu Yi murmured curiously.
Before he could react,
an overwhelming torrent of knowledge flooded his mind.
Ding! Congratulations. You've acquired the entirety of senior high school mathematics.
Ding! You've acquired the entirety of senior high school English.
Ding! You've acquired the entirety of senior high school physics and chemistry.
The notifications faded, and clarity returned to Chu Yi's gaze.
He now understood—the learning gift pack had endowed him with comprehensive mastery of high school curriculum,
not as rote knowledge, but as living, adaptable understanding.
At this moment, he could confidently say:
Entering the top university in Longguo would be effortless.
There was no need to rely on tricks like using clairvoyance to cheat during exams to impress the school beauty.
The thought lifted his spirits.
With a fierce press on the accelerator, he vanished into the distance, leaving behind nothing but the shadow of his car—
and the envy of every driver he passed.
At Magic City No. 5 High School, the first class of the afternoon had just begun.
The sun had begun to warm the day,
but the sports field was alive with joy.
Boys and girls ran, laughed, and played with abandon.
It was physical education—
a rare break from the monotony of academic rigor.
In the quiet staff room, few teachers remained.
Some were off teaching, others weren't scheduled until later.
Among them, a stunning young woman in her mid-twenties sat grading papers.
She wore a snug LOL-themed uniform, her posture elegant and focused.
Her name was Xu Qian, homeroom teacher for Class One of the senior year.
With the college entrance exam drawing near, she dared not relax for even a second.
She had arrived early to carefully mark her students' work,
highlighting grammar points in red ink.
Suddenly, the door creaked open.
A middle-aged man stepped in.
Hearing the noise, Xu Qian lifted her head.
"It's you, Director Liu."
Surprise laced her voice.
"Yes, Teacher Xu. It's me."
Liu Changtian grinned, his gaze lingering on her for several seconds before he spoke.
"Teacher Xu, since you're supervising study hall tonight,
I was thinking… how about we grab dinner outside first?"
"We could chat casually—about Ye Fan dropping out."
His yellowed teeth flashed as he spoke, his tone honeyed but with an undercurrent of threat.
Xu Qian hesitated.
She understood the implication all too well.
Back when she had pleaded on Ye Fan's behalf to prevent his expulsion,
she'd had to lower herself before Liu Changtian.
And now, he had seized the opportunity to draw close.
He smiled, eyes fixed intently on her.
He believed the timing, setting, and circumstances were perfect.
Surely Xu Qian had no reason to refuse.
His heart thumped with excitement.
Xu Qian was the crown jewel of Magic City No. 5 High—
his desire for her had simmered for years.
Today might finally bring him closer to his goal.
But Xu Qian frowned, torn.
She had no desire to dine with this man,
yet no legitimate excuse came to mind.
Just then, the door opened again.
Their attention snapped toward the sound.
So handsome!
That was Xu Qian's first thought.
The youth who entered was not only strikingly good-looking,
but carried himself with noble, refined elegance—
the aura of someone born to privilege.
For a moment, Xu Qian was stunned.
But she quickly suppressed the flutter in her chest and composed her face.
She was a teacher, after all—
how could she be moved by a mere eighteen-year-old?
Liu Changtian, on the other hand, was displeased.
He had waited for the perfect moment,
only for this stranger to interrupt.
His face twisted with irritation.
"Which class are you from—" he began,
but faltered when he saw the youth's attire and unfamiliar face.
This man…
His bearing and presence suggested wealth and influence.
Liu dared not offend him further.
Chu Yi, seeing that this middle-aged man remained silent, chose to ignore him entirely.
Such a petty figure wasn't worth his time.
What mattered now was leaving a favorable impression on the beautiful teacher before him.
He stepped forward.
"You must be Teacher Xu Qian," he said with a warm smile.
"I'm Chu Yi, a transfer student from Magic City No. 1 High. I've come to report in."
Magic City No. 1 High?
A flicker of astonishment appeared on Xu Qian's face.
That was the most elite school in the city—
every student there came from wealth or power.
She had been told days ago that a new student was transferring.
But she hadn't expected it to be from there.