Chapter 355: Bai Lang

The glasses girl was roughly as tall as Bai Lang's chest, basically a girl a little over 1.5 m, but she had a pair of big headlights—so much of the humiliation she endured was aimed at that. Bai Lang had heard more than once something like "that lewd…", and even some male classmates laughed while reaching out to touch her; the girl could only curl up in the corner to avoid further humiliation.

Does the teacher know? Probably knows… So will they intervene? They didn't see… This campus violence is more of a cold violence; the victim's face rarely shows visible scars. "It's true that if it's unseen, that kind of aura doesn't exist," Bai Lang muttered. He has already secured his position in the boxing club—because of his height and weight, he belongs to the rare light‑weight class, and Ri Ben youth amateur boxing generally only goes up to lightweight.

From featherweight to lightweight, Bai Lang actually has no matches to fight—there are few opponents of the same class, so he is happy to be a sparring partner. In the boxing club's entry test, Bai Lang displayed excellent physical fitness and boxing technique—showing he had trained. Since he had secured his status in the club—he never called anyone senior, claiming that, being from an ancient East Asian country, there is no strict senior‑junior distinction, effectively ignoring the seniors in the club—after all, even together they couldn't beat him.

All the guys at lightweight or below are definitely not his light‑weight opponents on the ring. Everyone also comforts themselves by thinking he's a foreigner; they let him be since he ignores senior‑junior distinctions, and after all Bai Lang doesn't cause trouble anyway.

And this time Bai Lang saw that, after a while, when the teacher didn't notice and didn't intervene, the perpetrators grew bolder. Several boys and girls from the class surrounded the glasses girl named Ban Tian Qiuzi; the leader, classmate Bai Niao Lizi, reached out to pull Ban Tian Qiuzi's shirt open, while the others laughed and watched the spectacle. Sitting off to the side, Bai Lang sighed, a series of images flashed through his mind, then he said, "You guys, this is wrong."

He stood up; his height was a head taller than those women and half a head taller than the male classmates watching, and his solid build gave a strong sense of oppression. Bai Lang had almost never spoken up about class matters before; he usually stayed aloof and observed coldly, but this time his words truly stunned the few. They had no idea how to deal with a "foreigner"; if Bai Lang were white or black, those boys and girls would have already backed down.

But Bai Lang is a yellow‑skinned person like them, yet a foreigner, which left classmate Bai Niao Lizi and the others momentarily at a loss for how to respond. Bai Lang didn't wait for their reaction: "What you're doing isn't right, so I suggest you stop bullying classmate Ban Tian. Be a diligent student, classmate Bai Niao." He said it with a smile, a simple, sincere grin.

Without waiting for them, Bai Lang reached out, patted classmate Bai Niao Lizi's head, then brushed them aside. Bai Niao Lizi was a bit stunned—how could this foreigner Bai Lang touch her head? Yet the force that pushed the girls was unstoppable. Bai Lang looked down at the fearful, shrinking eyes behind the glasses and said, "Don't worry, classmate Ban Tian; if you're willing, you can have lunch with me. Just tell me if you've been bullied."

Of course his intentions were not good; beneath Bai Lang's smiling face lay entirely black motives. He thought of countless doujins, all sorts of dark‑themed pictures, and he couldn't blame himself—just a few days earlier, on his way home, Bai Lang had wandered the shopping street and, by chance, saw Teacher Xiang Xiushu and a female teacher sneaking into a hotel. Instantly, the fiery Dong Jing in his heart ignited…

At that moment Bai Lang actually wondered whether he should use his kung‑fu to climb the wall and peek—after all, a strong man, even if bound like a sea‑weed roll, could scale a wall with just his teeth. Moreover, Bai Lang's limbs were all intact, but after half a day of thought he gave up—climbing up to spy would tarnish Bai Shaobao's dignity. Bai Lang felt he would lose something seemingly precious.

Since that day, a raging fire has burned in Bai Lang's heart, like the Caribbean sky, and from time to time he feels the urge to pursue an all‑out path. Of course Bai Lang is not that illegal Yakuza—he would never resort to loan‑sharking and forcing women to do this or that; he even considers himself a good person—he believes he is far better than Dong Ni Da Mu and Ri Ben Bi Laoshi, so he would never coerce a woman, right?

"A martial artist must balance yin and yang! That's inevitable!" Bai Lang declared. His actions left classmate Bai Niao Lizi and the others at a loss; for some reason Bai Niao Lizi felt a chill run through her, and any desire to keep bullying Ban Tian vanished. The women left in a huff, but dared not hurl harsh words at Bai Lang. As for the boys who were watching for fun, when Bai Lang looked at them they each turned their heads as if nothing had happened.

From this moment, Bai Lang also fell into cold violence—the kind that completely ignores you as if you were air. This works wonders against Ri Ben people, but it's ineffective on a person from an ancient East Asian country like Bai Lang. Yet Ban Tian Qiuzi also fell into this violence; originally she was bullied but still had two other weak allies, and now even those two no longer pay her any attention.

Bai Lang found this childish violence delightful—it was as if Ban Tian Qiuzi had been cleared and handed to him to play with. Bai Lang is a good person; he treats Ban Tian Qiuzi very kindly, sometimes chatting with her, sometimes walking a stretch together so she isn't completely alone at school. Of course, that day while walking, Bai Lang asked Ban Tian to walk with him several times, but the woman stubbornly stayed behind, unwilling to come forward, and then Bai Lang saw a group of delinquents approaching.

They were clearly delinquent youths—those old‑fashioned school uniforms, the multicolored gang haircuts, from pompadour to buzz cut, each walking with limbs splayed. Such guys obviously had a hierarchy: the leader at the front was the boss, the three walking side‑by‑side behind were likely the cadres, and the chaotic mass behind them were ordinary members. "Lily of the Valley High?" Bai Lang recognized them at a glance from their school badge.

Lily of the Valley High is a monk school; this all‑boys academy is renowned for its bold, hot‑blooded, chivalrous reserve‑troop reputation, and the entire school is martial‑fighting oriented. Fortunately, they only battle for dominance within the school and rarely wage conquest wars against other schools......