Chapter 19: Activation, Destiny’s Mission! (Part One)

Teng Chaoguo knew very well that no matter how wild or ruthless one could be at Fengming No. 1 High School, there were certain absolute forbidden zones that could never be touched. For example, the favored child of a provincial governor’s family. Or the legendary figure in the third year. And above all, assaulting a teacher.

Dare to attack a teacher? Did you really think the school’s iron-handed authority was just empty words?

Yet this Shi Tiexin had actually hit a teacher, startling Teng Chaoguo deeply. According to rumors, Shi Tiexin had assaulted the mathematics teacher Jia Guangsu. Who was Jia Guangsu? An elite math teacher at No. 1 High, responsible for both the elite Class Three and the prestigious Class Seven. His students had gone on to graduate from top universities like Jinghua, and he had even mentored a provincial exam champion. He was a treasured asset of Fengming No. 1 High School.

Shi Tiexin dared to hit even someone like that?

Rumor had it that Shi Tiexin had roared in class. Could it be that he had erupted after long silence, turning to the dark side, becoming a villain?

Teng Chaoguo immediately changed his original plan. Instead of confronting Shi head-on, he decided to probe him first, to test the waters and send a warning. Conveniently, Zhou Nan had lost him five packs of cigarettes, and those cigarettes couldn’t just be lost for nothing. If he didn’t get back at least five cartons, Teng Chaoguo would be ashamed to carry his own name!

But who should he ask for compensation? Shi Tiexin was dirt poor, relying on scholarships even for meal card money—he certainly couldn’t afford to pay for five cartons of cigarettes. But in Class Twenty-eight, there was another promising target, the class monitor Zhao Qingmiao. Zhao was timid and incompetent, but his family was in better shape than Shi Tiexin, who was an orphan with neither father nor mother.

Perfect. He could both test Shi Tiexin and extort Zhao Qingmiao—what a flawless plan.

“Kid, I give you one day. Bring me five cartons of cigarettes or else, got it?”

Zhao Qingmiao was nearly trembling in terror; five cartons was several hundred, nearly a thousand yuan—his entire semester’s living expenses gone in one demand. “I—I…”

“Do you understand?”

Smack!

“Do you understand?”

Smack!

“Speak up, do you or do you not understand?”

Smack!

The slaps came one after another. Zhao Qingmiao’s face swelled high, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. Utterly desperate, his eyes—dazed from the blows—swept across his classmates, seeking help from the boys he usually got along with. But as his gaze moved from one to another, all he saw were lowered heads and averted eyes.

Someone… Anyone…

Save me!

All the students of Class Twenty-eight could only watch as Zhao Qingmiao was beaten and humiliated; the taste in their hearts was bitter. No matter what, Zhao Qingmiao was still their class monitor. Each slap landing on his face felt as if it struck all of Class Twenty-eight.

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The boys clenched their fists, breathing rapidly, yet who dared step forward to help? The nail that sticks out gets hammered. Whoever stood up now would face the most savage retaliation from the Black-Handed Hungry Tiger.

Zhao Qingmiao, forgive us. Forgive us.

Resign yourself; no one will stand up for you…

Creak—crash. In the absolute silence, the sound of a desk and chair being moved suddenly broke the stillness.

Huh?!

Was someone really standing up?

Everyone turned their heads in an instant, even Teng Chaoguo paused mid-slap. All eyes focused on the source of the sound, Zhao Qingmiao turned as well, and in his stunned gaze, a tall figure rose from the third-to-last row by the window.

It was the new guy!

The one who had just arrived today!

This newcomer, who had seemed intimidating, unpleasant, and frightening before, now appeared bathed in light, towering like a pillar holding up the sky, radiating an unparalleled sense of reliability.

Look!

That sturdy build was full of loyalty.

That composed expression brimmed with righteousness.

Those calm eyes shone with courage.

He—whose name nobody yet knew—was really going to stand up for Zhao Qingmiao, for the class monitor of Class Twenty-eight, for all of Class Twenty-eight?

He moved…

He moved!

He stepped out of his seat, walking directly toward Teng Chaoguo—he was really stepping forward!

Supporting the collapsing building, turning the tide—at this moment, this man exuded a heroic aura. Step by step, unhurried, each stride seemed to shake the earth, as unstoppable as roaring waves.

Zhao Qingmiao’s eyes blurred, tears welling up. Through the haze, Shi Tiexin appeared as a giant, growing larger with every step closer, until he seemed to fill the world.

Shi Tiexin stopped, standing just thirty centimeters from Teng Chaoguo. From above, his expression was stern, looking down at Teng Chaoguo with authority.

All the students held their breath, the boys clenched their fists, the girls couldn’t help but cover their mouths.

Was he really going to stand up for Zhao Qingmiao, whom he had just met?

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Teng Chaoguo had just been acting casual, but when Shi Tiexin stood before him, he involuntarily turned to face him directly. Looking up into those commanding eyes, Teng Chaoguo felt, inexplicably, a sense of being subdued.

This Shi Tiexin… was truly different!

But when had Teng Chaoguo ever backed down?

Glancing at his four underlings, Teng Chaoguo steeled his resolve, snorted coldly, and sneered, “Well, well, isn’t this the champion Shi? So what? You’re standing up now—what do you want? Planning to pay the five cartons of cigarettes for this loser?”

Shi Tiexin didn’t wait for him to finish. He opened his mouth, his voice domineering and concise, announcing his purpose.

Just two words.

“Toilet.”

To—toilet?

All the students thought they’d misheard, but soon realized they hadn’t. It was real; everything that had just happened was absolutely real.

The new guy wanted Teng Chaoguo to go to the toilet!

“Toilet?” Teng Chaoguo’s face twisted with rage. “Fine, fine! Champion Shi really does have guts, dares to challenge me to the toilet? Excellent, excellent, then let’s go—to the toilet!”

Shi Tiexin continued with his commanding presence, still just two words.

“Lead the way.”

“Hahaha, excellent, excellent!” Teng Chaoguo laughed wildly, waved his hand, and his four henchmen led the way. Together with Shi Tiexin, they left Class Twenty-eight, vanishing from the students’ sight.

With a crash, Zhao Qingmiao collapsed onto his bench, utterly spent.

The voices of Class Twenty-eight erupted, filling the room with clamor.

“Tough, truly tough—this new brother is tougher than anyone!”

“Who doesn’t know the infamous Black Toilet of the trash class? This guy didn’t waste a single word—just ‘toilet,’ then ‘lead the way,’ pure dominance!”

“Even Black-Handed Hungry Tiger was suppressed in spirit, and as for so-called Class Twenty-eight’s boss Zhou Nan, he’s not even fit to carry shoes. This newcomer is the real man, the hardest core of the hardcore!”

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