Chapter 357

Although White Crane Academy is called a sissy school by trashy high schools like Lily, it is actually also famous for its sports activities—especially its baseball and soccer teams, which can be considered strong. So there are many big guys, hidden talents abound. Speaking of fighting, the boxing club and the karate and judo club both have tough members, and the basketball club also has plenty of fighters, but there is no atmosphere of dominating the academy within White Crane Academy.

Private schools still take a hard line on violence, so campus bullying, though incessant, is mostly cold violence; if it really blows up and someone ends up battered, the perpetrator is likely to be expelled. Everyone has paid a lot to attend White Crane, who wants to be expelled? Bai Lang saw these thugs sneaking around the school gate, peeking out at White Crane students; after startling the students, they were chased off by security and police.

Lily's people were looking for him, and Bai Lang knew it—after all, he's now a pillar of the boxing club, where fists are king, and even senior upperclassmen dare not speak up. The boxing club, karate club, and other martial arts societies have connections with various martial factions and delinquents outside, so they often spread all kinds of jianghu news. A certain organization in Lily is frantically searching for a strong, big guy, simply to seize Lily's hegemony.

To dominate Lily, this kind of extreme chuuni idea actually has a bunch of idiots in this era treating it as a struggle goal—Bai Lang can't really say whether these delinquents are naive or stupid, and even the ongoing clashes with Phoenix Immortal Boys' High, which could be called Lily's mortal enemy, seem meaningless to him—there's no protection money involved, and being in the same country and city, it can't be said to be a grudge left over from the Warring States period......

It's just a matter of hot-headedness, probably sparked by whoever is more of a delinquent. "Oh, how can they unify Lily and still call in outside help?" Bai Lang also thought it was pretty interesting; in that monk school's daily life, women are presumably rare, so they vent all their passion into fighting.

No one in the boxing club knows for sure; all one can say is, "About really being able to call in outside help?" After Bai Lang established his position in the boxing club, he also secured his standing in class—and for some unknown reason, he even gained a reputation among the six first-year classes, seemingly being called one of the first-year "Four Heavenly Kings." As for the Japanese people's obsession with grouping things like Four Heavenly Kings and Three Spears, Bai Lang could only laugh it off.

Otherwise, would he really take it seriously with them? Not knowing who said it, if he did, wouldn't he just be sinking to their level? "I don't get it—clearly White Crane isn't a martial arts school but an academic one; doing this is because of a lack, making them even more enthusiastic? No, that's not right either—Lily seems to have all sorts of faction names, and any faction inevitably has things like Four Heavenly Kings and Three Feathered Birds." All that can be said is that it's the Japanese people's bad nature.

Exaggerated nicknames are their favorite; Bai Lang, while thinking, unconsciously reached out and stroked Ban Tian Qiuzi's half‑long, smooth hair on the tram back—just like petting a cat. This wouldn't make people shout and grab him, but Ban Tian's face turned red. Bai Lang didn't notice; he was lost in his own thoughts. This effectively distracted him, so he wouldn't fall into a scorching hell.

Bai Lang thought that since this world could still accommodate part of his power and he could still stir up a gale, it was natural that he couldn't be the only one capable of this; there must be other such strong ones—ones he hasn't met yet. Soon the station arrived; he greeted Ban Tian and left—completely forgetting that he had just been petting a cat. Not long after stepping out, Bai Lang's thoughts gradually returned, and he began to feel restless and hot again.

"This Dong Jing is really hot!" Bai Lang muttered. As he reached the apartment building's entrance, he saw the neighbor's wife downstairs throwing out trash; her elastic skirt outlined a big Taozi. Bai Lang merely glanced, then looked away with proper decorum—it was just a Taozi, not worth noting. He made his steps a bit louder, and the wife, who still resembled his memory of Xiaotian You, straightened up, turned, and saw him.

Bai Lang flashed a smile and nodded as a greeting. They weren't close; Bai Lang only knew the couple's surname was Teng Tian, that they had no children, and knew nothing else. Mrs. Teng Tian looked a bit embarrassed; Bai Lang nodded and went upstairs to avoid making her uncomfortable, "What a fine Taozi…" he swallowed a little saliva, then decisively went to think up his own fighting style.

After entering his own room, Bai Lang could calmly think about other matters: "The Teng Tian couple next door… it seems the wife just does part‑time work at a convenience store or something, not a regular job—hey, this is a Ri Ben custom. Her husband, Mr. Teng Tian, is more commonplace—after all, he leaves for the tram at the same time as I do; I never expected that guy to have such a wife—I should have looked more closely before. Though I heard Mr. Teng Tian works at a software company?"

Bai Lang thought that guy wasn't bald, probably just a mediocre programmer. "Such a friend might not be impossible to make friends with…" He pondered these odds and ends, changed his clothes, and prepared to go out for dinner. He didn't need to attend any cram school, so after club activities he could go out for a stroll and then dinner—homework pressure wasn't big. "I didn't expect I'd also be a good student." When Bai Lang went out, he didn't see Mrs. Teng Tian; she must have returned home after finishing the trash sorting.

Not seeing that lovely Taozi was a bit regrettable, but this is a good thing—Bai Lang, although he cultivates the Southern Dipper White Tiger Fist, hasn't yet thought of turning into a beast; the beast senior Repu is horribly stinky. The shopping street isn't far either; walking over is just right for a meal—modern life is just that convenient; even though Bai Lang's original world's martial arts masters could fly and dive, in everyday convenience they still fall far short of modern society.

Bai Lang also recalled the situation at Ban Tian Qiuzi's home, which he had arranged to meet at the sandbag. This female classmate had already, under his questioning, laid out her family situation in full detail: a simple Japanese‑style household—her father is a company employee, probably a section chief who climbed the ranks step by step; her mother does odd jobs; she also has a younger brother in elementary school; the whole family lives in a detached house and owns a car. That's just how simple the makeup is.

It's no wonder he became a target of bullying—Bai Lang really hadn't seen a wealthy‑classmate being bullied. In his view, the Ban Tian family was all right; if it were a single‑parent household, that would be truly unlucky—but ordinary single‑parent families couldn't afford Baihe Academy; Bai Lang's case is an exception...