A Top Scholar in Everything

Qiao Ying and Yuan Zhihu are both sophomores.

After a year of rubbing shoulders at Wuda, she considered herself well-acquainted with shameless scoundrels.

But.

She never expected.

Today, Baiyu once again lowered the bar for the term "despicable and shameless."

She had never seen someone so brazenly shameless!

Just a second ago, he was holding a gun to someone's head.

Just ten seconds ago, he smashed someone's head with that weird notebook.

How could he now fall so shamelessly?

This seamless acting, not just in her year at college, but her entire life, she had never encountered.

She had never seen.

Meichuan Lingzi certainly hadn't seen.

That master... well, despite living decades longer, hadn't seen either.

Baiyu's acting was simply too exaggerated.

The only thought among the three as Baiyu fell was, doesn't he feel even a little embarrassed? No sense of shame?

Of course.

At this moment, the most agitated of them all was Yuan Zhihu, half-kneeling on the ground.

He just took a stroll at Ghost Gate.

Cold sweat drenched his entire body, soaking his back and hair.

Anger, regret, fear, hatred, contempt, shame...

His feelings were a mix of five flavors.

Especially the moment the opponent fell, he even thought of attacking righteously, strangling that bastard to death.

But reason told him he couldn't do that.

"Everyone to the academic affairs office!"

The master recognized Baiyu and Yuan Zhihu, immediately realizing it was a troublesome matter, handing it over to the academic affairs office.

...

The Martial Arts School's academic affairs office doesn't have an actual director.

Usually, it's the dean or some reputable old professor taking turns to manage it.

Coincidently.

This time, it was Lin Qingsong's turn.

Members of the boxing club are mostly students of the Martial Arts Element.

Yuan Zhihu was known to him.

Considered one of the promising sophomores.

At this moment, the face of the Martial Arts Element's dean looked as unpleasant as a bitter melon.

"Fighting? Dozens of people, going after a freshman?"

Looking at the bruised and swollen dozens, Lin Qingsong's brow furrowed into a shape of the river character, taking a sip from the teacup on the desk.

The academic office.

The scene was awkwardly silent.

Over twenty members of the boxing club lowered their heads, not daring to make a sound.

It was truly embarrassing.

"Dean Lin, the student was just defending himself. These people didn't reason, they attacked me. I had no choice but to strike back in disadvantageous circumstances, controlling my force was impossible at such a moment..."

Baiyu appeared wronged.

Certainly.

Under normal circumstances, he indeed should be the one complaining.

But...

Because of his overpowering combat strength.

His words at this moment sounded extremely ironic and amusing.

Lin Qingsong almost crushed the teacup in his hand, fortunately his years of cultivation helped suppress his impulse to scold, saying to the boxing club members:

"Get back at once, double the daily training! You guys have way too much free time, a bunch of trash, if you don't train twelve hours a day, no class dismissal!!"

The group silently swallowed their bitterness.

Some even wanted to shout, you have no idea what kind of monster Baiyu is.

But seeing Lin Qingsong's fierce gaze, they swallowed their words.

"Yes, Dean Lin."

Yuan Zhihu clenched his fist tightly, teeth gritted, leading the boxing club members to slink out of the academic office.

The academic office was left with Lin Qingsong and Baiyu.

The Martial Arts Academy's dean sat on a leather couch, quietly sipping his tea without speaking.

It's definitely cold violence.

Baiyu felt helpless, as he was the victim here.

"In the Martial Arts School, boundaries must be maintained. Like firearms, use them sparingly. As for other fights, as long as no one's killed, there won't be issues.

The school encourages conflict.

A Martial Artist without a fighting spirit isn't a true Martial Artist."

Lin Qingsong set down the teacup and spoke:

"Baiyu, actually, you're best suited for our Martial Arts Academy. Going to the Research Academy, sigh... it's wasting your talent.

Interested in transferring?"

Turns out he's been waiting for me here, the old fox.

"Uh, Dean Lin, I know you're interested in me, but won't poaching like this cause issues with Dean Su? Plus, my master Yi Xian is also from the Research Academy."

Baiyu's tone was firm.

The Martial Arts Element wasn't suitable for his development.

Training martial arts every day didn't compare to the learning atmosphere at the Research Element.

He simply wanted to study quietly, seeking inner peace.

"Hmph, looks like you're adamant, my persuasion won't change your mind. Alright, alright, stop being polite with me here, go do whatever you need. This old man needs to drink tea."

Lin Qingsong waved his hand.

Baiyu nodded with a smile and walked out of the academic office.

As soon as he stepped out.

Meichuan Lingzi came up looking surprised: "Junior, you're Baiyu!!"

"Didn't you already know?"

Baiyu was speechless.

"I mean, you're that Baiyu who ranked first among freshmen. No wonder you could stay so long in the mechanical arena." Meichuan Lingzi looked as if she'd discovered a new continent, blinking curiously like an inquisitive child.

Baiyu could tell from her expression the word "trouble."

If the conversation continued, this woman might shamelessly ask for his contact information, then try to get close to him, finally using the excuse of treating him to rope him into some boring activity.

No.

This would affect his studies!

Baiyu put on a stern face and, after a few words with Meichuan Lingzi, immediately left.

As for Qiao Ying, who was standing beside initially with Yuan Zhihu, she just wanted to talk to him but was sternly rejected by Baiyu.

At this moment, he had more important things to do.

On his phone.

An icon of a little zombie was flashing.

This was Jiang Xi's social account avatar.

The ice beauty sent a message five minutes ago, with a short sentence: "Arrived at the location, ready to act anytime."

Baiyu quickly followed Jiang Xi's location towards her.

Soon.

He stopped the boxing club members on the shaded path behind the Martial Arts Academy's second teaching building.

"Baiyu, what else do you want!"

"Did Dean Lin send you to apologize? If so, there's no need. We'll beat you fair and square and convince you."

The group was excited upon seeing Baiyu at the intersection.

However.

Baiyu pulled out his notebook from his pocket, stretched his muscles, and looked at them like idiots:

"Apologize?

Are you guys stupid?

Mental damage fee, medical expenses, lost wages.

Fifty GPAs each.

If you can't pay today, don't blame me Bai for being ruthless!"

Everyone froze.

They looked at each other.

Each had bruised faces, looking miserable, some were limping, needing support just to walk.

The little leader was already sent to the infirmary.

And opposite, Baiyu.

Full of vigor!

Except for the blood he spat out when acting earlier, he showed no signs of injury?

"Bastard, you're going too far ahhhhh!!"

Instantly.

A group of people cried out in pain and humiliation.