Chapter 15: Chapter 15: This Wave of IQ Domination (Thanks to Boss 381 for the Monthly Ticket)
They looked at the gentle and refined Su Tu, feeling as if his presence was as towering as a mountain, just standing there like an insurmountable chasm.
Their bodies trembled involuntarily as his dark, indifferent eyes swept over them.
A few of the sturdier students tried to curse a few times to bolster their courage, but seeing their leader lying on the ground, not knowing if he was dead or alive, extinguished the little bit of bravery they had left.
"Weren’t we supposed to teach a dumb study freak a lesson? What the hell is this superhuman, damn it!!"
"Little Long Brother, over a hundred and sixty pounds, and he was kicked away with one kick??"
At this moment, the minds of these students were on the verge of collapse.
"You... you dared to hit him, do you even know what status Little Long Brother holds? Let me tell you, you... you can kiss this school goodbye!!"
"And... don’t even think about taking the college entrance exam!"
One of them, a student with dyed yellow hair, spoke with more bark than bite, but his constantly wobbling legs already betrayed his fear.ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ NovᴇlFirenᴇt
Su Tu, who heard these words, showed no change in his expression as he looked indifferently at the few people in front of him. When he casually twisted his wrist, it scared them into retreating repeatedly.
The key to solving problems is to find the core point of a problem, and as a top student, Su Tu understood this well.
From the moment these guys came in, it was clear that they didn’t intend to resolve things peacefully. Since they were bound to tear faces, why listen to their barking?
He had no interest in hearing them insult his family.
Su Tu parted his lips, just about to say something.
Then they heard an exaggerated scream from the side.
"Ouch!! Ouch!!! People from the finance class are fighting! Ouch!! Is anyone in charge?!!"
"Someone, come quickly!! Just because you’re rich doesn’t mean you can bully us in the elite class!!"
"Ouch, it hurts so much, my leg, my leg is broken!!"
Chen Xi somehow appeared behind these people, lying on the ground loudly wailing, holding one leg.
"Ouch, my leg, it hurts so much. If it weren’t for Su Tu saving me, you guys might have beaten me to death!"
Chen Xi’s eyes darted cunningly, giving Su Tu a reassuring look.
Seeing this, Su Tu couldn’t help but feel a bit amused, but his heart was warmed. He knew that Chen Xi did this to help him.
As a top high school, Green Vine Academy’s students are almost all elites among their peers, with the best educational resources in North Sea, which require a lot of economic support.
Thus, the academy has a special finance class, where the students are all wealthy and influential, with families that greatly support the academy.
In short, they are a bunch of spoiled second generations, whom most people in the academy dare not provoke, even the teachers prefer to avoid entanglements with them.
The guys in front of him were obviously from the finance class. If they made a scene, the academy might not handle it well.
Unless... they were at fault, which is why Chen Xi was crying about his leg.
The script was now set: finance class students barged into the elite class and started a fight, and top student Su Tu had to intervene to protect his classmates.
One side being the normally domineering second generations, and the other being Su Tu, the top scorer in the school’s mock exams, who do you think the academy would believe??
The group was also dumbfounded. What the heck was this move??
Isn’t this just pure extortion??
Are we the thugs or are you??
"You!! What nonsense is this, kid!!" The yellow-haired student shouted excitedly.
"Clearly it was..."
"Clearly you guys were the ones who made the first move when you entered the room!"
"Yeah!! We all saw it!"
"Yes, all our class saw it. We don’t know what craziness made you come in and start hitting Chen Xi. Luckily, Su Tu knows some moves, otherwise Chen Xi would’ve been beaten to death by you!!"
Students from the elite class spoke one by one, in a few sentences fabricating a complete storyline.
Chen Xi, lying on the ground, began to cry even more piteously upon seeing the situation.
Suddenly, the second generations were all confused; indeed, their original plan was to teach this Su Tu a lesson, but gosh, they hadn’t even started, and now their own leader had been hit instead. What the heck was going on!!
The yellow-haired kid listened to Chen Xi’s howling, feeling even more infuriated with a numb scalp.
He turned around, wanting to fiercely grab Chen Xi’s collar and tell him to shut up.
But... just as his hand was about to reach out, a hand as strong as a steel clamp gripped his wrist.
"Ah ah!! It hurts, it hurts!" An unimaginable brute force transmitted from his wrist, instantly making Yellow Hair’s eyes water from the pain.
Everyone could only see Su Tu had somehow appeared by Yellow Hair’s side, gripping his wrist, his dark eyes not showing much emotion.
"Don’t disrupt our class’s studying, if you have something to say, do it outside, and... don’t touch my friend with your dirty hands."
Su Tu’s voice was calm, yet cold as a night cricket, sending chills through Yellow Hair, making him even forget the pain in his wrist.
The others were already too scared to say a word.
"Pick him up, let’s go outside." Su Tu glanced at the person lying on the ground, then dragged Yellow Hair by the wrist, walking out of the classroom.
"Xiao Tu!" Chen Xi called out to him worriedly.
"I’ll go with you."
Chen Xi, being thin and timid, usually avoided these second generations to steer clear of trouble.
Yet now, he stepped forward!
"Don’t worry, leave this to me, you can cover the gorge later." Su Tu waved his hand and walked out.
"Damn, after school, I’ll take you on a rampage in the canyon with Darius, guaranteed victory!" Chen Xi shouted loudly, but his eyes held concern.
Because he recognized the boy Su Tu had kicked unconscious, that guy was the son of a major financial conglomerate, and it’s rumored he has... blood on his hands...
Tang Long groggily got up, feeling as if his abdomen had been hit by something heavy, even now feeling pain upon waking.
"Damn!! What the hell happened with that kid!"
"Did you guys get him or not!"
He looked around, finding the place quite familiar; it was a gym they had privately funded and renovated, usually a gathering spot for their second-generation gang.
Clutching his belly, he sat up, seeing his minions each hanging their heads low like frostbitten eggplants, no one responding to him.
"I’m talking to you guys, are you deaf or what!" Tang Long felt a sudden surge of anger.
Being knocked out with one kick was already embarrassing enough, did his minions really want to rebel at this point?
Just as he was about to start cursing, he caught sight in the corner of his eye of a figure sitting at a desk, writing something that looked familiar...
[Completed a mock exam paper on Geography (Cosmic Edition), Spiritual Wisdom Proficiency +1]
Su Tu stretched lazily, putting down his pen. While waiting for Tang Long to wake up, he’d already completed thirteen test papers, gaining 13 points in proficiency.
Time management was key.
"You..." Seeing Su Tu, Tang Long instinctively wanted to spew profanities, but remembering the power of that kick, he quickly covered his mouth.
"Do I know you?" Su Tu looked at him, walking over slowly.
Tang Long, looking terrified, didn’t want to face another kick.
"Stop him!! You guys stop him!!" He shouted loudly, but the second-generation group dared not offend Su Tu further; having money didn’t mean being stupid.
Given the skills Su Tu had just displayed, it was enough to keep them honest; otherwise, if they really got hit, the pain would be theirs alone.
"I heard someone at school was asking about me, was it you? Tell me, what do you want with me." Su Tu looked down at Tang Long, his voice gentle yet impossible to refuse.
"You... don’t think you’re all that just because you can fight, let me tell you, in the face of real Martial Artists, you’re nothing! Show some respect, you ignorant commoner!!
You have no idea what Martial Artists represent! My big brother is a real Martial Artist, in his eyes, someone like you doesn’t even count as a bug..."
Tang Long shouted loudly, struggling between his dignity and his fear of Su Tu.
At this point, Su Tu looked at Tang Long, finding him somewhat familiar. The more he looked, the more he felt he knew him...
Suddenly, he remembered something and took out his phone to open a group chat.
Su Tu opened the member list, showing the phone to Tang Long, and asked, "What’s your relationship with Tang Yangwu?"
At this moment, Tang Long looked at the contact’s profile picture on the phone, his eyes trembling, his voice filled with deep disbelief and fear.
"This... how is this possible!!"
"How are you in this group!!"