Chapter 6: The Brute Strikes! The Wild Girl!

In the tiered classroom.

Many students, seeing the man with his head wrapped in bandages and a sneering expression, immediately grew excited.

"Wang Ziqian's going after the Wolf of Class Fifteen again—come watch the show!"

"Going to deliver more meat again?"

"I heard Wang Ziqian's scumbag awakened as a Mage, with an initial Spirit stat of 8—pure cosmic injustice, how could such trash possibly deserve it!"

"I wish I'd awakened as a noble Mage too—why did I get a Priest? I don't want to be a male nurse!"

"What show is there? With Facing Ye Xingtong here, the mute won't have any trouble, and besides, what can Wang Ziqian even do on campus?"

"I'm genuinely envious—I wish Facing Ye Xingtong would protect me too…"

"Ugh… you wanna disgust your dad to death and inherit his 3TB hard drive?"

…

Facing Ye Xingtong saw Wang Ziqian's smug expression and immediately frowned, her eyes filled with revulsion.

"Hmph!" she sneered coldly, "Get lost—this place doesn't welcome you!"

"Facing Ye Xingtong, you're incredibly beautiful—too bad you've got a foul mouth!"

Wang Ziqian stared straight at Facing Ye Xingtong, a greed in his eyes that clashed with his age flickering briefly before he quickly hid it, leaving only a faintly meaningful smile.

Then.

He glared with hatred at Luo Chenyu again, "Didn't expect this, big dummy—I'm out already so fast… damn it—"

Before he finished speaking, Wang Ziqian's body curled up like a shrimp.

"You little brat spouting filth—don't you know I hate the words '劳资' more than anything? Next time… I won't be this merciful!"

Luo Chenyu slowly retracted his fist the size of a grain sack, looking down at Wang Ziqian, and grinned, "And… keep your filthy thoughts to yourself."

"Cough… cough… cough…"

Wang Ziqian coughed violently, clutching his stomach as he slowly crouched down—he never imagined the idiot would dare strike him in front of everyone.

The swift punch was utterly unblockable.

Luckily, his physical stats improved after his class change, letting him barely withstand the blow.

He surged to his feet, his bloodshot eyes locked onto Luo Chenyu.

"You… you dare hit me… you're dead—"

Boom!!

Before he could finish, Wang Ziqian's body flew backward and slammed hard into the tiered classroom wall, fresh crimson blood oozing again from his bandaged head.

Overwhelmed by searing pain, he fainted without a sound.

Wang Ziqian's classmates stared blankly at what had just happened.

Their bodies froze in place.

They stammered, "L-Luo Brother, I was just passing by…"

"Get out!"

Luo Chenyu clapped his hands, sat down as if nothing had happened, "Take that Sun Zi away—don't dirty the floor."

Having only been transmigrated for two days, certain emotions from his memories still influenced him.

Of all those he hated, besides his parents who left without a word, it was Wang Ziqian—who had bullied him relentlessly since high school began.

Three days ago, years of pent-up rage finally exploded, and he punched Wang Ziqian clean away.

Now…

That bastard dares come back to show off—utterly clueless about death.

He wasn't the old "mute" Luo Chenyu anymore—he was a brute battered by society!

With all ten points of Strength unleashed, how could a newly transmigrated Level 1 Mage possibly resist?

As for school punishment?

As long as his beginner dungeon score was excellent enough to prove his value, none of this mattered.

This was the reality of society.

…

At this moment.

The entire tiered classroom sank into an eerie silence.

Everyone had thought it was just petty squabbling, idle banter…

No one expected that before Facing Ye Xingtong could activate her "protection" mode, the mute had exploded—once again blasting the transmigrated Mage Wang Ziqian into the air.

This time, even cleaner—he passed out outright.

After a brief silence,

Whoosh—

The tiered classroom erupted into a roar.

Exclamations of awe, admiration, regret, gossip, speculation—every kind of comment flew through the air.

The chaotic atmosphere made Luo Chenyu frown again.

"That was awesome!"

Facing Ye Xingtong's eyes sparkled, gazing at Luo Chenyu with utter admiration, "Too bad you got there first—couldn't you have let your sister have a turn?"

Her tone carried a hint of regret.

Luo Chenyu: "…"

This wasn't the first time he'd heard those words.

After waking up from being "picked up," he'd heard them from Facing Ye Xingtong's mouth too.