Translator: ryuxenji Editor: H2dH2mr Lin Zhong-qing stood alone in a corner, his head bowed as he flipped through the information on his communicator. He heard the students around him consoling Number 34, and raised his head discreetly to look at Ling Lan, who was chatting with Zilong and the others. His gaze was complicated and unreadable.
Lin Zhong-qing naturally knew that Ling Lan was very strong. Otherwise, he would not have been able to make Zilong and Luo Lang, whose strength was comparable to the top three of Class-A, submit to him so obediently, as well as that Han Jijun, who was so smart he did not seem like a normal child, willingly acknowledge him as boss (this could be seen from their actions and words). However, he had not expected Ling Lan to be so strong, able to defeat his opponents in one move consecutively and advance to the next round. That was a little scary.
Mind you, even that self-proclaimed prodigy Li Yingjie, who had been full of himself from the moment he entered the school, could not achieve this result. Although Ling Lan seemed a little cold and unapproachable, he would not refuse to do things that he could easily do. For example, his request for help last time...
At this thought, a bitter smile slowly appeared on Lin Zhong-qing's lips, and regret slowly crept into his heart.
Sometimes, a missed opportunity was a missed opportunity. If he had not used Ling Lan back then to serve the other wholeheartedly, perhaps he would still have had a chance to gain Ling Lan's friendship. Unfortunately, that was no longer possible now. No one would be willing to befriend someone who had used them before.
Lin Zhong-qing's gaze instantly cleared, and he abruptly extinguished that last bit of hope in his heart. His childhood experiences were not enough to make him lower his guard and trust someone... so in this life, he was destined to be alone. Friendship and true love were all just fleeting clouds.
Just as Lin Zhong-qing was patiently waiting for the fight to begin, he noticed that two people he hated very much had appeared beside him — Li Yingjie and his lackey, the third from the bottom in Class-A.
Lin Zhong-qing looked down on him. Although they were unremarkable in Class-A, ranked at the bottom, they could not give up their pride to become someone's lackey for some benefit, and allow the other to order them around and insult them. Of course, if they were like Zilong and Luo Lang, who were convinced by the other party's charisma and strength and willingly acknowledged him as their boss, he would definitely not look down on them. In fact, he would even admire them.
Unfortunately, Li Yingjie was a villain. Except for his superior strength, he didn't have any charisma. He couldn't be compared to Ling Lan at all. At this moment, Lin Zhong-qing had not realized that in his heart, he had already acknowledged Ling Lan.
Perhaps sensing Lin Zhong-qing's disdain for him, Li Yingjie's lackey, the third from the bottom in Class-A, actually took the initiative to mock him, "Yo, isn't this our dead last Lin Zhong-qing? I didn't think you'd still be in Class-A. What good luck. " When the second-to-last student had been knocked off his horse by Class-B's second place, he could only find some sense of superiority in front of Lin Zhong-qing.
Lin Zhong-qing did not mind the other's provocation. If he did not even have this much patience, how could he have endured six years of being a lab rat? He only glanced at him coolly, and then lowered his head to study his communicator, acting as if he didn't know him at all. The other's face instantly flushed red.
Lin Zhong-qing's attitude made the surrounding students laugh. Lin Zhong-qing was on good terms with most of his classmates, and could be considered a smooth talker. However, when faced with Li Yingjie's gang, Lin Zhong-qing's attitude was not very good.
No matter how tolerant a person was, when the other party touched his reverse scale, he would not be able to continue tolerating it. After losing six years of freedom, Lin Zhong-qing cared about his freedom the most. Li Yingjie wanted to use coercion to force Lin Zhong-qing to become his subordinate and allow him to do whatever he wanted. This completely crossed Lin Zhong-qing's line. This was also the biggest reason why Lin Zhong-qing and Li Yingjie fell out. Unfortunately, even now, Li Yingjie still did not know where he had gone wrong, still using such coercive methods. This made Lin Zhong-qing hate him more and more.
Lin Zhong-qing's attitude completely angered Li Yingjie's follower. He could not help but shout, "Don't be too cocky. Later, Boss Li will definitely teach you a lesson." Towards the end of his sentence, there was a hint of schadenfreude in his tone.
Hearing this, Lin Zhong-qing lifted his head to look at him with a strange expression. That gaze was definitely the gaze of someone looking at an idiot. The other party was so angry that he almost fainted. He actually raised his hand, preparing to teach Lin Zhong-qing a lesson.
Lin Zhong-qing was waiting. If the other party attacked him first, he would have an excuse to teach this brat a lesson.
Seeing that a private fight was about to break out, everyone's attention was drawn over. Standing at one side, Li Yingjie frowned slightly, and shouted rudely, "Yuan Li, what are you waiting for? Back off."
Li Yingjie's shout made Yuan Li immediately stop, and he retreated back to Li Yingjie's side with a panicked expression. Ever since he agreed to become Li Yingjie's follower, he had indeed gained quite a lot of benefits. For example, the high-grade genetic agent that he had to carefully calculate before, now he could absorb one vial every season. This was also the real reason why his strength had not fallen behind. However, at the same time, he had also lost a lot, such as his dignity...
Li Yingjie stopped Yuan Li, and then looked towards Lin Zhong-qing. His expression was arrogant as he said, "Lin Zhong-qing, don't provoke my follower and purposely cause trouble. Why don't the two of us have a bet?"
Lin Zhong-qing snorted. Provoke Yuan Li? Did he have nothing better to do? Ridiculous!
Li Yingjie did not care whether Lin Zhong-qing agreed or not. He continued, "The next round should be a duel between you and I. Why don't we have a bet? If you can withstand 50 moves from me, I will let bygones be bygones. If I can defeat you within 50 moves, you have to acknowledge me as your boss." In the end, Li Yingjie still had not given up on trying to subdue Lin Zhong-qing.
Hearing this, Lin Zhong-qing could not help but laugh. "Hey, Li Yingjie, is there something wrong with your head?"
At these words, Li Yingjie's entire face turned dark and cold. In his opinion, he had already given Lin Zhong-qing enough face, but who would have thought that his good intentions would actually make Lin Zhong-qing so bold, actually daring to be so impudent? He really didn't know what was good for him. A fierce light flashed in Li Yingjie's eyes. He decided to destroy Lin Zhong-qing in the next match, and chase him out of Special Class-A for good.
However, Lin Zhong-qing's reply shattered Li Yingjie's wishful thinking. "You'd better confirm who your opponent is first."
Li Yingjie's first thought was that he had made a mistake. He hurriedly checked the information on his communicator, and saw that his opponent was ranked 50th. Could it be that this 50th place wasn't Lin Zhong-qing?
He continued reading, and saw that the name behind 50th place was indeed not Lin Zhong-qing, but a name he was not familiar with. In other words, this person was definitely not from their Class-A.
Li Yingjie had a flash of insight, and instantly understood. In the last match, that Class-B runner-up who had beaten their Class-A second-to-last to enter the final 50th place had been automatically ranked 50th by the school's central A.I., while Lin Zhong-qing had automatically moved up by one position, to 49th place. In other words, his next opponent was not Lin Zhong-qing, but that person from Class-B. He had made a mistake.
"What a pity. I had really wanted to make a bet with you." Lin Zhong-qing slowly approached Li Yingjie, but just as he brushed past him, he suddenly stopped in his tracks and said, "50 moves? Too weak. Ling Lan defeated me in one move. Compared to him, you really are a long way off. "
These words made Li Yingjie's face flush red with anger. He clenched his fists tightly, forcing himself to hold it in. The academy forbade students from fighting in private. If the academy found out, it was very likely that he would be demoted as punishment. This was something he could not bear — once demoted to Class-B, he might even lose the right to inherit the Li family.
Meanwhile, Ling Lan's group, who had already noticed the commotion over here, heard Lin Zhong-qing's last words and could not help but frown.
"This brat, he's bringing you hatred again." By now, Han Jijun was already used to using the adjectives from Ling Lan's past life when he spoke. He felt that the adjectives were too vivid, for example, this hatred, incisive and vivid.
A fierce expression appeared on Luo Lang's pretty face as he said, "I'll go teach him a lesson."
"Count me in," said Zilong quickly. He did not want to teach the other a lesson, but was just looking for an opportunity to fight.
Ling Lan reached out to pinch Luo Lang's cheeks and gave them a firm squeeze. Only when she heard Luo Lang's frustrated pleas for mercy did she let go. "You can't be impulsive. If you really teach him a lesson, that's exactly what he wants."
"Ah..." Luo Lang was stunned, somewhat unable to understand.
On the other hand, Han Jijun's eyes lit up as he thought of something. Ling Lan exchanged a smile with him. It was easy to talk to smart people.
Zilong rubbed his head, but did not say anything. He believed that Han Jijun would explain things to him later.
Zilong's trust was not in vain. As expected, Han Jijun opened his mouth to explain on behalf of Zilong and Luo Lang, "Lin Zhong-qing is currently having trouble finding an excuse to contact us. If you go find him, wouldn't that be exactly what he wants?"
"I'm going to teach him a lesson." Luo Lang was unconvinced.
Han Jijun shook his head with a wry smile. "You're not his match. If he shamelessly pesters you, you probably won't be able to refuse him either. Think about the past... "
Luo Lang was instantly speechless. That month, Ling Lan had been very cold and indifferent towards Lin Zhong-qing. Han Jijun was very sly, not giving Lin Zhong-qing much of a chance to get close to him. Meanwhile, Zilong was focused on his cultivation, not caring about anything else. Only Luo Lang would always involuntarily talk to Lin Zhong-qing. There were even a few times when he was the one who spoke up to help Lin Zhong-qing out of trouble...
"Alright, I'll stay away from him." Luo Lang's strength was that he would change if he knew he was wrong, even though he might still make the same mistake next time...
The fights in the morning officially began. This time, there were a total of two matches. Han Jijun was in the first match, while the other three were in the second. However, in the end, when Ling Lan and the other two had finished their matches and returned, Han Jijun's match was still not over. It was clear to see how difficult Han Jijun's fight had been.
In the end, Han Jijun's endurance was better than his opponent's, so he lasted longer than his opponent. Even so, Han Jijun was almost exhausted, and was sent straight to the infirmary to recover his strength.
Zilong and Luo Lang did not encounter much difficulty. Zilong defeated his opponent after exchanging more than 50 blows. Luo Lang was slightly worse, only managing to defeat his opponent after close to 80 blows. As for Ling Lan...
Right from the start of the match, Ling Lan did not dare to open her eyes. She was afraid that she would see some fatal weakness, and then her body would automatically reflect an attack, knocking her opponent down.
After an entire night of research, Ling Lan finally understood the reason. This sort of uncontrollable reflex action was the last remaining aftereffect of losing control of her mind at that time. Actually, it was not a problem — as long as she had just returned to normal, her mind and body had yet to truly reach unity, she would be fine after another week and a half. Ling Lan could only blame herself for recovering too late, unable to completely clear out the aftereffects before the fight, which was why she was in such a passive state right now.
In order to avoid another one-hit defeat of her opponent, Ling Lan chose to close her eyes this time. She wanted to close her eyes to avoid seeing the opponent's attack, but she couldn't possibly automatically counterattack, could she? Of course, Ling Lan dared to do so because she was very confident in her ears. When she had been training under Number Five in the learning space, she had once dodged attacks from hidden weapons in a secret room without any light. From the beginning, she had suffered countless tragic deaths, but later on, she had emerged unscathed. This had allowed her to develop a pair of incomparably sensitive ears, and her ability to discern positions by listening to the wind was absolutely superb.
Still, even so, after dodging more than 10 blows from the opponent, Ling Lan could not hold on any longer. Her leg, which had long been itching for action, kicked out when she was not paying attention.
And then, the opponent very decisively rolled off the stage...
Ling Lan opened her eyes, and saw the referee in front of her who was about to faint from anger. Her heart thumped — why was it that referee teacher again? Because Ling Lan had closed her eyes the moment she stepped onto the stage, she really did not notice that the referee in charge of refereeing this time was still the same referee from her previous two matches.
Ling Lan hurriedly put on an innocent expression on her little face, her large bright eyes conveying only one message — she really did not do it on purpose. In order to avoid responsibility, Ling Lan decided to act cute one more time.
The referee rushed over, the muscles on his face somewhat contorted. He gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "Could it be that you don't know how to pretend to fight for a few blows with the opponent before knocking him down?"
Ling Lan's expression was even more innocent. Hadn't she already dodged more than 10 blows?
Seeing that Ling Lan still did not realise her mistake, the teacher could not hold back any longer. He roared, "You bloody closed your eyes and put your hands behind your back, looking so calm and composed as you let him beat you to a pulp. Do you really think we're blind?"
It turned out that Ling Lan's actions, in their eyes, were still the result of defeating the opponent in one blow, and this dealt an even greater blow to the child's confidence.
In the previous two matches, they could still console the child, saying that Ling Lan was just lucky, born with superhuman strength and whatnot, or that they were too careless and had been ambushed by Ling Lan. These excuses were used to restore the defeated child's confidence. But now, Ling Lan's actions were clearly telling the opponent that he really did not take them seriously. Even if he closed his eyes and allowed the opponent to take more than 10 blows, the opponent would still not be able to hit him. In the end, he would still be easily defeated by him in one blow. This blow was too deep, and the teachers could not find any excuses to console the child.
This was also the reason why the teachers could not hold back their temper — this kid Ling Lan was obviously a genius killer.
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