Chapter 387: The Righteous Person

Bai Lang stood on the stage; below, a sea of students filled the hall—every teacher and student from the school had come—no one hid, because everyone wanted to meet the new rising star of the King of Martial Arts, one of the strongest high schoolers. The principal personally introduced Bai Lang, and finally asked him to attend Class One of the first year. Bai Lang kept smiling the whole time, then raised his hand and stepped down amid the cheers; naturally, the student council representative also came up to give a speech—she was quite a pretty girl, reminding Bai Lang of the Sakura Wars from long ago.

Anyway, let's just go to class. All around, male and female admirers secretly watched him during lessons, and moreover a male classmate plucked up courage after class, walked up to him and tried to strike up a conversation. What kind of person is Bai Lang? He's a good person! So he very amiably started chatting with him—this was huge; nearly the whole class gathered around to talk to Bai Lang, except for Ban Tian, who huddled up front and didn't get a chance to speak.

In fact, Ban Tian also had a bit of fame: first, she was attractive, well-endowed, and had been bound to Bai Lang; during the process of bringing them to fight in the King of Martial Arts, Ban Tian also seemed ready to debut in the entertainment industry. At least the money she earned was already more than many entertainers make in a lifetime, and many idols envied and resented her—yet they couldn't hate her, for who made them not know Bai Lang, unable to have Bai Lang bring them on stage?

But today was Bai Lang's home turf, so Ban Tian could only be a nobody. After class started, everyone dispersed, and the male classmate who had first approached him, face full of gratitude, finally whispered, 'Do you know our school has something called the After‑school Slave Club?'

'You said that, so I'm not sleepy anymore.' Bai Lang had wanted to close his eyes and rest, but hearing that he instantly became enthusiastic. Although he'd liked the guy to say a few more words, in class a good student shouldn't talk too much. 'Anyway, you can't run away; I'll just ask slowly.'

Bai Lang finally obtained this information from Classmate Nogawa: it turned out the school had a secret club called the After‑school Slave Club, whose members operated covertly, amounting to roughly a third of the student body. 'Nobody else knows?' Bai Lang felt quite surprised. 'Well, most people don't. Some clubs even have all their members join—do you want to join? I'll be your introducer.'

Although Classmate Nogawa was very enthusiastic, the upright gentleman Bai Lang still declined the invitation.

Although Bai Lang thought he had slept with a female classmate and even with the married woman next door, and had become Mr. Fujita's best friend, he still didn't like Duan Luanjiao. He felt that this was pure indulgence in carnal desire—shameless and lacking self‑control. Isn't a martial artist's cultivation all about controlling oneself? Controlling every ounce of one's strength, and every bit of one's desire—if you can't control them, you might as well go cultivate the demonic path, though the demonic path also requires control......

Bai Lang didn't think joining would be a good thing; he enjoyed discussing it, but that didn't mean he wanted to join. So later he wandered around the campus, and because he emanated a faint aura, people who followed him dared not get close. Even with a smile on his face, the only one who ended up staying by his side was Ban Tian. Bai Lang strolled to the restroom and said to Ban Tian, 'Ah, I suddenly need to pee—wait a moment.'

He pushed the door open and saw several male students wearing strange smiles; as soon as Bai Lang entered, they hurriedly ran away. Bai Lang lifted his head, sniffed the air, and muttered, 'Damn, how much is this?'

That guy didn't say much more; he just unzipped and let out a stream, his whole body shuddering as he shook himself, saying, 'I've heard some people wring themselves dry or roll themselves up, but someone like me, a lowlife, can only shake it off.' He spoke incoherently, turned and walked toward the toilet stall. Opening the stall door, sure enough, was the expected scene—a girl with her hands tied behind her back, legs spread and bound, placed on the toilet. She wore nothing, and various phrases about sows had been written on her body with a marker.

But the girl seemed to enjoy it, asking, 'Is this the slave club?' Bai Lang looked her over, then stepped forward, cut the ropes binding her with his hand, and helped up the female classmate who was wearing only her shoes. 'Can you stand?' Bai Lang glanced at the water flowing on the floor, looked left and right, and asked, 'Where are your clothes?' But she didn't answer; instead, she limp‑ly wrapped her arms around his waist.

For this petite female classmate, Bai Lang's burly build meant that if she softened her body a little, she could only cling to his waist. But what was she doing, reaching for his zipper on the spur of the moment? Bai Lang stretched out a hand to stop her motion; it looked as if she had no intention of putting clothes on, so he shouted outside, 'Ban Tian, come here.' When Ban Tian entered and saw this, Bai Lang felt he could see in her eyes, 'Shameless woman!'

Bai Lang strode out of the restroom, passed the indoor swimming pool, and from the window his tall, large frame caught sight of a strange scene. This sight made him truly furrow his brows—the upright gentleman Bai Lang felt uneasy.

It was basically an orgy in there—even the human sandwiches were tame; a bunch of semen‑covered boys from the swimming club wore swim caps, naked otherwise, fooling around on one side, making the place look like a film set. Bai Lang shook his head, not intending to disturb this bunch of beasts, and his opinion of the so‑called slave club worsened further. 'I'd watch the video, but make me join? Damn, I'm not that shameless yet,' he muttered.

Ban Tian, walking over with her head up, and the female classmate in clean clothes following behind, didn't expect that after getting dressed she would appear so pure. Bai Lang clicked his tongue and said, 'Is this world completely objectifying women? Or is it just this school?' White Crane Academy definitely doesn't have this, and the nearby Bell Orchid boys' high school certainly doesn't either—these guys are actually pretty decent in this regard.

'Compared to Bell Orchid, although you call them delinquents, I think you lot are the scum of humanity.' Bai Lang held this view; he even wondered whether he should ferret out the mastermind behind this club—normally women would never voluntarily do this of their own accord, so surely someone is forcing the good into prostitution! Bai Lang's sense of justice burned fiercely; if such people really existed, he thought he'd just slap them to death and toss them into the mountains.

'Who could it be? Probably just the school's delinquent students or delinquent teachers? Using threats to intimidate—this is a common plot in those comics. Bai Lang felt he had a duty to settle this, so let's start with that female classmate.' 'I think those few are rapists, and I reckon quite a few people are going to get a beating.' He flexed his joints with a creak.