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Date: October 7
“Huang Wei, how do you think I did with those moves? Not bad, right?” During the physical education class at Yuying Middle School, there was a dedicated sports field equipped with complete facilities for both outdoor and indoor activities.
At that moment, a boy from Yang Xiaoyou's class had just finished a series of combinations and ran over to ask Huang Wei for his opinion.
“It's passable, but there's still room for improvement. Keep working hard,” Huang Wei replied, wearing an inscrutable expression.
This made Yang Xiaoyou, who was resting in the shade of a tree nearby, twitch slightly at the corners of his mouth.
Ever since that guy started boasting last time, he had become so full of himself that he seemed ready to take off. He had even completely hypnotized himself into believing he was some kind of expert, pointing out things here and there.
What was even more frustrating was that because he had casually gone along with Huang Wei's words back then, quite a few people actually believed him.
The competitions at Yuying Middle School weren't just about grades; various aspects of ability were valued, especially now that different schools of thought were flourishing throughout the Chinese Empire.
With Huang Wei showcasing his so-called 'formidable' skills, his status in the class had rapidly risen. Previously, he had only been somewhat popular due to shared interests with others.
He was already a bit cunning, finding all sorts of excuses to avoid showing his own skills. Usually, he would say things like, “I’m not a performing monkey,” or “If I have to show my skills, someone is bound to get hurt.”
Leaning against the tree with a blade of grass in his mouth and his hands resting behind his head, Yang Xiaoyou watched Huang Wei flaunting himself while lazily half-closing his eyes.
These days were indeed quite comfortable; however, that Sun Jun guy...
“Is it about Zhou Xiong’s intel?” Squinting his eyes and yawning, Yang Xiaoyou was also weighing his plans for future actions.
In the email that came later, Zhou Xiong discovered Sun Jun, but the other person was constantly watching him, seemingly afraid of causing trouble.
Moreover, it was difficult for him to pinpoint the exact location of the other party. Both sides harbored serious distrust towards each other, so he could only wait for the right opportunity to lock in on them.
However, being efficient was certainly better than running around like a headless chicken.
Although there were indeed risks involved, Yang Xiaoyou did not want to miss this opportunity. He would consider things thoroughly when necessary, but when it came time to take a leap of faith, he was also decisive. Sun Jun's current presence had already touched his bottom line.
In the past, no matter how much he was targeted at school, Yang Xiaoyou never paid much attention. However, the uncertainty of the situation was simply too great.
"You are such a lazy fellow; just look at your buddy's state. I can hardly stand it." As Yang Xiaoyou lazily leaned against one side waiting for the teacher to arrive, a fragrant breeze wafted by, and Liu Lianyue stood in front of him, completely blocking the rare sunlight that had found its way under the tree.
"You've known him for quite a while now; you still don't understand his personality? He's beyond saving." After yawning, Yang Xiaoyou seemed indifferent as he spoke.
Opening his eyes and looking at Liu Lianyue in her gym clothes, Yang Xiaoyou couldn't help but mutter to himself. This fellow must have been getting some excellent 'nutrition' lately.
Once Liu Lianyue and the other girls from the class appeared, the boys' gazes began to shift, especially towards Yang Xiaoyou, who was receiving quite a bit of attention.
Seeing this situation unfold, Yang Xiaoyou rolled his eyes. Indeed, the degree of trouble and enjoyment from being close to beautiful girls was directly proportional.
"Hello everyone, I am your new physical education teacher. I believe some of you already know me." Zhao Liang, who always had a cigarette dangling from his mouth during class and sported stubble without any semblance of a teacher's image, scratched his messy hair with his intact hand and casually addressed the students.
After Huang Wei had shown off for quite some time, this retired special agent teacher who had come to enjoy retirement arrived fashionably late. Although he had come to school early, this was his first official class.
He didn't seem to be cut out for teaching, especially as a physical education teacher. The bandages on his hands only served to betray him further.
Seeing the new teacher's appearance, the students present all showed expressions of disappointment. At Yuying Middle School, the physical education classes were quite diverse, allowing each student to choose their favorite activities.
However, the most popular course was self-defense techniques, taught by Zhao Liang, who specialized in Military Combat Techniques. It was clearly stated that his teachings encompassed not just basic fighting skills but also survival techniques for various disaster scenarios.
Although his fighting skills were not particularly outstanding—merely at the level of a skilled mercenary—Zhao Liang's knowledge in related areas was quite solid, making him more than capable of teaching this course effectively.
Moreover, following the recent Pudong Incident and the school's Hijacking Incident, the school administration had begun to take such courses seriously.
Yet, Zhao Liang's current appearance left the students feeling somewhat let down.
"Alright, maybe you have some doubts about me. To prove myself, I'll take on your strongest student with one hand. Hey there, classmate, it's you. Stop looking around and come over," Zhao Liang said with a smile as he gestured toward Huang Wei.
Huang Wei had caught Zhao Liang's attention with his earlier show-off. Since there was now an opportunity presented to him, Zhao Liang wouldn't hold back.
After scanning the crowd, he found Huang Wei. A hint of embarrassment flashed across Huang Wei's face as he reluctantly approached, realizing he had gotten himself into a bit of trouble this time.
"Ouch! How did your fellow train? One hand? That's just insane," Huang Wei grumbled as he limped alongside Yang Xiaoyou while pushing his bicycle after school.
"Come on, you don't really think you're that strong just because you lost to me. It's nothing special," Yang Xiaoyou replied, rolling her eyes at Huang Wei's continued complaints.
At that moment, another phone on Yang Xiaoyou vibrated in her pocket. Feeling the buzz, her heart skipped a beat; it was a second phone linked to her email account specifically for receiving information from Zhou Xiong. This way, she could prepare herself promptly for any updates.
While dealing with Huang Wei's ongoing complaints, she casually pulled out her phone to take a quick glance. However, her expression immediately darkened upon seeing the message.
"Yuying Middle School, Acting Alone"
"Hey, did you hear? Someone seems to have seen the ghost of Sun Jun. It's pretty scary." At that moment, two girls who were walking out of the school gate were discussing this.
"That's impossible. There are no such things as ghosts in this world," the other girl replied dismissively.
At this time, Yang Xiaoyou didn't hesitate at all and approached the two girls, asking them, "Excuse me, who saw Sun Jun and where?"
The two girls, already engrossed in their ghost discussion, were startled by the sudden appearance of Yang Xiaoyou. One of them almost kicked him in a panic.
After calming down, the bolder girl snapped back, "The Comprehensive Building. Seriously, a boy eavesdropping on a conversation between girls? That's creepy."
"Sorry." Without looking back, Yang Xiaoyou said this as he ran towards the school, not even taking the main path but darting into the bushes beside it.
"Hey Xiao You, where are you going?" Huang Wei, who had been left behind, called out a couple of times, but no one paid him any attention.
It was dim; I saw the message from j1.
(To be continued.)
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