The boy gazed ahead indifferently. Beneath his disheveled hair was a flawless face devoid of expression; his dark eyes contained traces of deep blue, and his slightly pursed lips exuded an air of coldness.
Zhao Wenxin opened his mouth slightly, staring blankly at the boy: "Bi... Bi Xia."
Bi Xia?!
This is Bi Xia?!
Not only were the students from Class H shocked, but even those from Class E who had come to spectate were astounded. They had all seen what Bi Xia originally looked like. Even though they had heard from those who had seen Bi Xia in action last time that Bi Xia was someone who hid his true self, good-looking, but his current appearance was beyond just good-looking!
He had transformed from a nobody to a god in an instant!
Bi Xia glanced lightly at the two boys who had spoken negatively earlier, a sarcastic smile pulling at the corner of his lips, and he walked forward.
The two boys exchanged a glance, seeing fear in each other's eyes. For some reason, when Bi Xia looked at them, a suffocating sense of oppression rose within them.
Zhou Wei raised the stick in his hand, looking at Bi Xia as he approached, "You're finally here, Bi Xia. Last time you ran away, but this time it won't be that easy."
"Three counts. Leave." The tone was flat, yet filled with a chilling coldness. Bi Xia stood before everyone in Class H, staring at Zhou Wei and the others.
"You really have a death wish, Bi Xia!" Zhou Wei took a deep breath, sneering, "Brothers, let's teach him a lesson!"
As the students rushed toward him, Bi Xia impatiently rubbed his forehead, the coldness in his dark eyes growing heavier, "You guys are really annoying!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he kicked out at one of the attackers, sending him flying down the hallway, where he slid a considerable distance and lay twitching on the floor.
Ignoring the surprised looks around him, Bi Xia grabbed an incoming punch and twisted it forcefully. With a crack, the arm dislocated, and screams echoed through the hallway.
He bent down to pick up the iron stick that had fallen on the ground, weighing it in his hand, clicking his tongue, "Why do they all like to swagger around with sticks..."
He sidestepped to block Zhou Wei's swinging stick with his own, smiling coldly. He kicked Zhou Wei's stick up into the air, then bent his leg and drove his knee into Zhou Wei's abdomen, hitting the descending stick.
The collision of the sticks cut Zhou Wei's stick cleanly into two pieces.
Bi Xia grabbed Zhou Wei's collar, his shirt flaring with the movement. His long legs stepped toward Class E, his exquisite face cold and his eyes filled with ice.
He kicked Zhou Wei into Class E, watching him collapse onto the podium like a dead dog. Bi Xia slipped one hand into his pocket and scanned the students in Class E, "Who's the boss of Class E?"
"It's... it's Zhou Wei."
"Zhou Wei," Bi Xia said coldly, glancing at Zhou Wei, his lips pulling into a mocking smile, "It's taken so long to find out you're the boss. Well, let's settle this according to the rules."
"From today, don't mess with Class H."
At that moment, whether it was the people from Class H outside the classroom or those from Class E inside, they all seemed to see a general clad in military attire, wielding a lightsaber, standing tall in the vast galaxy, facing countless enemies with cold arrogance and defiance.
Wu Zhiyuan watched as the boy slowly walked out of Class E, murmuring, "Class H... is saved."
The oppressed and downtrodden Class H finally had hope for a turnaround.
Zhao Wenxin and Wu Zhiyuan exchanged a look, their faces filled with joy, differing from their earlier worries. As the boy walked into the classroom and sat down, they followed him in.
"Bi Xia," Wu Zhiyuan walked up to Bi Xia, his face full of smiles, and sincerely bowed to him, "Although you haven't been in Class H for long, thank you for stepping up."
Bi Xia responded, "The matter started because of me."
Zhao Wenxin shook his head, "Actually, it's not really your fault. Class E has been targeting our class for a long time. Zhou Wei came after you because you're part of Class H."
"Class H people?" Bi Xia suddenly looked up at them, noticing everyone in the class staring at him, he sneered sarcastically, "You're overthinking. I stepped up because I hate people causing me trouble. It has nothing to do with Class H. From now on, if anyone causes trouble for Class H, I won't intervene."
Zhao Wenxin's eyes widened, "Bi Xia, we are in the same class."
"Ha," Bi Xia leaned against the desk, "How do I not see this class unity?"
"When faced with oppression from other classes, why don't you choose to resist? Clearly, there are people in the class who are being severely bullied, yet only less than five people step up to help."
"Don't talk about resisting but then losing, that's nonsense," Bi Xia raised his chin, coldly saying, "That's because you inherently reject Class H, thinking it's trash, low-end. So—"
"Only a few band together to fight, while others spout defeatist talk and seek protection. What's the point of talking about class unity?"
"You might as well kneel down and beg, call them grandpa and be their grandson!"