"It's nothing." Gu Chen reached out to put his arm around Xiang Yu's neck, but then, remembering what had just happened, he awkwardly put his arm down and added, "It's a little hot."
"Hmm." Xiang Yu looked at him suspiciously. She hadn't noticed his little gesture, but she responded habitually.
"It's not Liu Hu's class." Gu Chen didn't see Liu Hu and guessed that it was the second physical education class.
"Let's test it then." Xiang Yu picked the tallest horizontal bar, jumped lightly, grabbed the bar, and did more than twenty reps in half a minute.
Gu Chen was counting on his watch when a soccer ball rolled towards his feet.
"Hey, over here—" A few boys waved to Gu Chen from the other side of the goal. Gu Chen kicked the ball over for them, and the ball flew over and fell into the net.
"Awesome!" Gu Chen shouted, cheering for himself. He turned around and saw that his deskmate had already let go of the horizontal bar and landed on the ground, looking at him with a complicated expression.
Q: "How many did you make?"
Gu Chen forgot to keep his watch; the time had long passed. He glanced at his watch, then at Xiang Yu, his mind racing. He tentatively asked, "Over forty?"
He was so angry that he wanted to punch him.
Gu Chen felt embarrassed, rubbed the tip of his nose, and said, "Why don't you do it again?" Seeing the other person's suspicious look, he put his hand up to guarantee, "This time I won't look back, I'll only look at you."
"Sigh." Xiang Yu originally wanted him to write it like that, but since the other party said so, he could only hold onto the horizontal bar again and let Gu Chen time it again.
This time, Gu Chen was serious, staring intently at Xiang Yu as he counted up and down.
"Hey kid, watch out for the ball—"
The voice came from behind again. Gu Chen heard it, muttered that he wouldn't turn around this time, and continued counting.
But Xiang Yu's expression changed drastically. He stopped his movements, released the bar, and reached out his hand to him.
Gu Chen's mind went blank, and when he saw the other person rushing towards him, he opened his arms.
The next second, with a loud 'bang,' he was hit hard on the back. He had opened his arms to welcome Xiang Yu, but the force of the impact caused him to fall into Xiang Yu's arms.
Xiang Yu was a step too slow and was knocked back a few steps, but he managed to steady himself and support himself.
"How are you?" Xiang Yu saw Gu Chen's face contorted and went to lift the clothes on his back to check his injuries. Judging from the sound of the impact, he had been hit quite hard.
Gu Chen's back burned, and he gasped in pain, "Hiss—don't touch it yet."
"Hey, sorry about that." The boys on the other side of the goal looked at each other, not daring to breathe, since the football was theirs. Liu Hu led three or four people over and surrounded Gu Chen, grinning maliciously. "I kicked the ball too hard, are you alright, classmate?"
[Author's Note: Looking at Liu Hu from a distance: You are already dead.]
Chapter Eleven: Not a single one of them could fight.
Chapter Eleven: A Lack of Strength: Not a Single One of Them Could Fight.
"Let me see, was it badly hit?" Liu Hu said he was concerned about his classmate, but his face didn't reflect that. He waved his hand and two or three people went up to pull Gu Chen away, but they were all blocked by Xiang Yu.
Xiang Yu: "Get lost." He was in a hurry to take Gu Chen to the infirmary and didn't want to find these HR people now. Anyone with eyes could see that Liu Hu was doing it on purpose.
He wasn't afraid of any troublemakers like that, but not Gu Chen. This guy was usually arrogant and strong, but he didn't look like a good student who would fight. If a fight broke out, he would easily get hurt.
There were still some students from the second physical education class stretching and hadn't finished walking around. Everyone knew that Liu Hu from the next class had a powerful background and was not someone to mess with. A few of them wanted to go up and help, but they didn't dare to go up and join in. Instead, they secretly went to find a teacher for them.
When people gather, the noise they make always attracts attention. Several boys on the basketball court saw that something seemed to have happened over there, so they all stopped playing basketball and stood there to watch.
Xu Youluo, with her sharp eyes, spotted Liu Hu in the crowd, tossed the ball aside, and said, "It's over." As soon as she finished speaking, she ran over there.
The boys in Class 2 could tell something was wrong, so they squeezed into the crowd. Before they could even exchange a word, they saw their class monitor being dragged along by a new classmate, and they instinctively shielded them behind them, forming a human wall to separate Liu Hu and his gang.
Wang Zehao: "Holy crap, Brother Chen, are you alright?! Did that bastard hit you?"
"That's from the soccer ball." Gu Chen couldn't understand why a soccer ball hitting someone would hurt so much, like being filled with lead. He forced a smile and comforted him, "It's okay, you just haven't recovered yet."
Yang Shuhuan frowned and said, "Just in case, let's go to the infirmary to check first."
The two took Gu Chen from Xiang Yu Na and were about to leave when Liu Hu and the men he brought blocked their way and pushed them back.
Seeing their anger, Xu Youluo snapped, "Liu Hu, are you crazy? Are you never going to stop?!"
He didn't understand Liu Hu, but this whole thing stemmed from his sister, and he had to help her since she was so entangled with him; otherwise, it would be a waste of how good Gu Chen had been to him.
Liu Hu was not finished yet. The young master had already lost face twice at school: once when he was rejected after confessing his love, and once when he was made a laughing stock.
In the morning, he complained that having a teacher do things for him was too much trouble, but now that the opportunity was so good, he wasn't going to let Gu Chen go.
Class 2 has a total of eight boys, including the injured. They have the advantage in numbers, but they are inferior to Liu Hu and his group in every aspect of physical strength. Apart from Xiang Yu, none of them can fight. If they really face off, they will be the ones who suffer.
Zhang Zitong and his friends weren't afraid of being taken advantage of; they bravely protected their class monitor, ready to pounce. Jiang Wensong held up a two-centimeter-thick vocabulary book, looking like he was about to smash someone.
The meaning is very clear: if the other side dares to attack, we'll fight!
"You two take care of him." Xiang Yu clenched his fists, his eyes fixed on Liu Hu. He had originally planned to settle scores later, but who knew that the other party couldn't wait to come and get beaten up.
There were quite a lot of people at the scene. I don't know which grade or class was having a class on the playground, but now they all gathered over in a huge crowd.
This occasion should have easily triggered social anxiety, but Baihu Xingxiu's desire for conquest had long since overshadowed Xiangyu's nervousness. He focused on Liu Hu and was now approaching step by step.
This is undoubtedly a provocation to the latter.
Liu Hu didn't know Xiang Yu well. He only saw this guy block his punch in the morning and didn't pay much attention to him. Now that the other party looked so polite, he didn't take him seriously either. He even wanted to use him as a scapegoat to show off his power.
"Don't you dare block my way!" Liu Hu threw a punch with confidence.
-System: This person has been detected as malicious. Retaliating immediately will not deduct from your morality score.
As soon as the system's automatic prompt ended, Xiang Yu reacted like a whirlwind, catching the opponent's fist head-on, grabbing the opponent's elbow, and executing a beautiful over-the-shoulder throw without giving him any cushioning. While Liu Hu was stunned as the back of his head hit the ground, Xiang Yu delivered several more punches to the opponent's face, leaving both his own hands and the opponent's face covered in blood.
The phrase "arrogant one second, lying on the ground the next" perfectly describes Liu Hu.
"Brother Tiger!" Logically, with the boss down, the underlings should have let it go, but a few of them wouldn't listen. They shouted, "Damn it, let's all get him! Avenge Brother Tiger!"
The result was that Xiang Yu single-handedly took down a group of people, while those who shouted were beaten to a pulp.
Those who were hit hard couldn't stand up, and those who weren't hit hard enough didn't dare to stand up. Liu Hu and his men were all lying on the ground like corpses. No one dared to step forward to stop them. The surroundings were completely silent, and the people in the corner looked at them as if they were looking at a mad dog that was biting them.
Xiang Yu was so engrossed in his fight that his eyes were bloodshot. He looked around as if he hadn't had enough, which made the people around him unconsciously take a step back.
"What are you all doing here!"
"You dare to gang up and beat someone up at school? You guys in the middle, stand up straight!"
From different directions, one group of girls from Class 2 of Arts and another group of girls from Class 2 of Physical Education led their respective physical education teachers to the location of the fight.
Everyone assumed that those who provoked the sports troublemakers were finished. The girl from Class 2 had even rehearsed in her mind three or four times how the school bully provoked and beat up the class monitor. But when she went over, she found that it was the school bully and his gang lying on the ground.
Why is this different from what I expected?
Fifteen minutes later.
The office of the second-year high school department was crowded with students. Students from Class 1 of Physical Education and Class 2 of Arts stood in rows facing each other. Everyone present who was surrounded by the crowd was here.
Besides Liu Hu, who was seriously injured, it is said that his front teeth were loosened by Xiang Yu's punches and his nose was bleeding uncontrollably. The physical education teacher even called 120, but he was still able to limp to the infirmary by himself after being helped up.
The physical education teacher of Class 1 felt a little proud, marveling at how good the physical education students' physical fitness was.
Gu Chen, who wasn't a sports student, kept his hand on his deskmate's shoulder the whole time. It was unclear whether he was supporting himself or holding on, but he wouldn't budge no matter what. If he took a step away from his deskmate, he would complain of back pain. Go to the infirmary? Sure, but his deskmate had to come along, otherwise forget it. Don't try to persuade him, he still wouldn't budge.
Tang Weijin felt that he was a complete victim, as he had never laid a hand on him. He kindly advised him to go to the infirmary, and if that didn't work, he could get some medicine and come back.
Gu Chen refused and launched into a long-winded explanation: "My deskmate only attacked me because of me. I'm the one who caused the accident. Would it be appropriate for me to leave now? I'm not leaving, and besides..."
Seeing that he looked fine, Xiang Yu felt a weight lift from his shoulders.
At first, the students in Class 1 of Physical Education only thought that the name Gu Chen sounded familiar. But when they heard him talking non-stop, they suddenly remembered that outstanding student representative who talked nonsense at the beginning of the semester. Their faces immediately darkened, and they pleaded with Tang Weijin in unison, "Let him stay!"
This led Tang Weijin to believe that Gu Chen was some important witness, and considering that the other party didn't seem to be in such a serious situation, he agreed.
With the main characters settled one by one, the next thing to do is to wait and see.
"Xiang Yu, I know you're good, and you really are." Tang Weijin's face fell as he said this. "So, is your punching prowess just for hitting your classmates in the face?!"
Xiang Yu remained silent, listening intently to the reprimand. On the way here, a certain idiot had told him not to argue or interrupt when Director Tang was giving a lecture, but to wait until he was drinking water before speaking, otherwise the other party would not listen and the consequences might be more serious.
These were all theories that Gu Chen had summarized from Tang Weijin's lectures to others when he often visited the grade level and had tea and heart-to-heart talks with Tang Weijin. He never thought that he would apply them to his own deskmate.
Tang Weijin kept rambling on and on, but Gu Chen didn't feel pressured listening to him. On the contrary, he felt that Tang Weijin was better than him. Xiang Yu had gotten used to Gu Chen's comparisons to him these past two days, and compared to him, he didn't find Tang Weijin's talking annoying. The boys in Class 2 of Literature were in a similar situation to him, all growing up under the watchful eye of the class monitor. The boys in Class 1 of Physical Education were not so good. They became impatient one by one, shaking their legs, swaying their waists, picking their ears, and doing all sorts of things.
Their attitude was extremely improper, which angered Tang Weijin so much that he yelled at them at the top of his lungs. After yelling, he gave them a verbal warning and made each of them write a 2,000-word self-criticism, which they would read to the whole school during the flag-raising ceremony next Monday.
Several students from Class 1 of Physical Education left the office muttering curses under their breath.
Tang Weijin didn't hear it. If he had, none of them would have been able to leave the grade level today.
Tang Weijin's expression was noticeably better when facing Wen 2. He patiently asked if they knew they had made a mistake and what the mistake was. They answered in unison that they knew, as if they had prepared their statements in advance.
In fact, they really did collude. Except for Xiang Yu and Gu Chen, all the people in Wen 2 who had colluded were allowed to have lunch. No one did anything, so there was no real punishment. They were just given a verbal reprimand and that was it.
Just as Class 2 of the Literature Department left, a voice called out "Report!" and Xu Youqing came in leaning on her cane.
Xu Youluo, who was standing at the door, insisted on coming with her, but her sister pushed her into the group of boys and had Wang Zehao cover her mouth and take her away while making "mmm" noises.
Seeing her struggling with her cane, her spirit defiant despite her disability, Tang Weijin couldn't help but frown, realizing that this was the source of the accident. However, out of concern for the student, he asked her to find a chair and sit down first.
He rubbed his temples and said, "I haven't asked anyone to call you yet. Hurry up and come down, you—"
"Waaah—"
Before Tang Weijin could finish speaking, Xu Youqing started sobbing softly, tears streaming down her face as if they were free, her sobs interrupting Tang Weijin's train of thought.
Tang Weijin: "???" He wasn't even angry yet, had he already reached the point of being imposing without even being angry?
Xiang Yu was speechless: "..." Why didn't she start crying? You were the one who didn't cry when your own father slapped you to the ground in the parking lot.
Gu Chen almost believed him: "Amazing." He cried on cue, wow, wow.
[Author's Note: Gu Chen: Everyone move aside, the future Oscar-winning actress is about to begin her performance.]
Xu Youqing: Waaah—
Xiang Yu: ??? Don't I deserve to have a normal person by my side?
Want to guess who Xu Youqing and Xu Youluo, the siblings? It shouldn't be too hard to guess, right? (˙-˙)
Note: This story focuses on the school setting, with the system being secondary. After all, the system isn't just for Xiang Yu, right? Hehehe.
Chapter Twelve: Gu Chen's Self-Criticism? I've written it for you.
Chapter Twelve Gu Chen: A self-criticism? I've already written it for you.
For a full thirty minutes, Xiang Yu was so disturbed by the crying that he was completely disoriented and couldn't even tell which way was which when he walked out of the grade level office.