"Everyone, proceed to Training Ground Four in an orderly fashion. We'll be holding an 11-day tournament there."
Zhao Youran said, directing the students out of the classroom. Qin Yu, who was standing as punishment nearby, blinked.
"Teacher, should I go?"
Zhao Youran smiled, her eyes narrowing.
"What are you going there for? You've offended everyone. Are you just going to wait to be beaten to death?"
"Uh, what am I going to do?"
"Stay here and watch."
"Okay."
Everyone left one after another, until even Zhao Youran left the room, closing the door behind her.
Qin Yu turned to look at the empty classroom, remaining silent for a full ten seconds.
"Teacher! You're all gone! What can I watch?! Take me with you, teacher! Teacher!!!"
A few minutes later, a furtive figure appeared at the entrance of Training Ground Four.
Qin Yu gently pushed open the door, cautiously peeking his head inside.
The next second, Zhao Youran, standing in the doorway, grabbed his ear and forcibly dragged him into the room. "Teacher! It hurts!"
"Nonsense! Teacher, I don't hurt!"
"But I do!"
"What are you doing here?"
"To fight!"
"Fight?"
Looking at this unreliable student, Zhao Youran was both amused and exasperated.
She pointed around, her eyes strange.
"Do you think they're going to fight you?"
Qin Yu looked up and saw that the students who had been stretching had all stopped what they were doing and were looking in their direction.
Those fierce, menacing eyes held no friendliness whatsoever.
Faced with such bitter, resentful expressions, even Olympic athletes probably wouldn't be able to say "friendship first, competition second."
With a forced laugh, Qin Yu shrank back.
"They don't look like they want to fight, they look like they want to beat me up."
"You're quite self-aware!"
Zhao Youran, equally helpless, suddenly grabbed Qin Yu's collar and dragged him aside, whispering.
"You've offended too many people lately. Basically, everyone hates you. Before, when the school forbade the use of internal energy, you could bully people because of your size and strength. But this is a place where internal energy is allowed. Be careful, or they'll beat you to death!"
"Then, what should I do?"
"You… well, with your strength, don't even think about representing your class in the competition. Just sit quietly to the side. Remember! Don't fight anyone who provokes you! Otherwise, I can't save you!"
"Okay."
Qin Yu nodded and obediently sat down to the side.
Actually, he didn't want to fight anyone, because even without fighting, he could still gain energy here.
Hearing the constant energy amplification notifications in his ears and feeling the "friendly" and "kind" gazes of his classmates, Qin Yu felt incredibly comfortable.
When someone dislikes you, you don't actually need to provoke them.
This dislike will constantly stimulate their nerves, causing them to have negative emotions towards you.
If Qin Yu were to fight someone else at this moment and win overwhelmingly, it wouldn't be a good thing.
When you appear too powerful, negative emotions such as disdain, disgust, and aversion are likely to be replaced by fear.
You'll feel disgust towards someone weaker than you.
But when they are far stronger than you, that disgust is offset.
When you face a monster who could crush you at any moment, would you feel disgust? No! You'd only feel fear!
The students in the class had already begun warming up.
As martial artists, their warm-up method certainly wasn't calisthenics.
A martial artist's way of showing enthusiasm is summed up in one word: fight!
With the activation of their internal energy, pairs of students began exchanging blows, fists flying everywhere, some even drawing weapons.
However, the two closest to Qin Yu seemed somewhat distracted.
One of them glanced sideways at Qin Yu, who was lounging like a clown, and suddenly gave his partner a meaningful look.
That partner reacted extremely quickly, letting out a cry and collapsing to the ground.
"Ouch! Ouch! My back! My back! I've pulled a muscle in my back!"
Zhao Youran, who was watching from the sidelines, rushed over and helped him to a chair.
The student, pale-faced, groaned while clutching his back.
"Teacher, my back is injured. I'm afraid I can't participate today, but I can't let my warm-up partner warm up alone, so..."
At this point, the student's eyes glanced directly at Qin Yu beside him.
The next instant, before the student could speak, Qin Yu suddenly clutched his buttocks and screamed.
"Ouch! My butt! My butt is pulled... no! It's poked! It hurts so much!"
Zhao Youran, standing beside him, looked at him expressionlessly.
"Does it hurt a lot?"
"Yes! It hurts more than I imagined!"
"But I don't feel anything?"
"Teacher, are you kidding me? My butt hurts, how could you feel anything?"
"Oh, so you know it's your butt that hurts! Then why did you pinch my butt!"
Suddenly grabbing Qin Yu's ear, Zhao Youran was truly angry this time, twisting it completely. Qin Yu jumped up from his chair with a whoosh from the pain.
"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!!!"
"How was it! Did it hurt more than I imagined?!"
Zhao Youran spoke through gritted teeth. What could Qin Yu say? He could only nod frantically.
"If you dare to act like a hooligan again! I'll break your legs!"
With a vicious growl, Zhao Youran suddenly turned to look at the student beside her.
"You're in pain too, aren't you?"
"Yes~ No, no, no, no! It doesn't hurt anymore! It doesn't hurt anymore! My back is better now! Let's warm up!"
The student scrambled back to the line, while Zhao Youran stood there, arms crossed, fuming.
Qin Yu, lying on the chair with his ears covered, resumed his relaxed, reclining posture.
He didn't plan to participate in the competition, nor did he ever intend to become famous.
Because celebrities are different, their actions are viewed with prejudice.
Ordinary people who offend others will be met with immediate hostility.
But if a celebrity offends someone, the outcome is uncertain.
Qin Yu decided to remain an ordinary person for a few years, focusing on raising his defense to 400 first.
He'd consider venturing out when he was invincible.
The internal competition within Class 2, Grade 3, quickly began and lasted for nine days.
Qin Yu went there to observe for three days, then secretly slipped away and never returned.
The reason was simple: the students were too busy watching the fight to bother glaring at him. Plus, with Zhao Youran protecting him, if Qin Yu dared to disrupt things, he'd be dragged out without a word.
Not getting any benefit from it, Qin Yu naturally didn't want to continue watching the spectacle.
In the past few days, he had expanded his targets from the school to five nearby streets.
Wherever he went, chaos ensued, and everyone was annoyed.
He'd complain to the coffin shop owner that his family's wreaths were too plain, to the noodle shop owner that the beef in his noodles dissolved in water—basically, he'd do whatever it took to provoke people.
On the morning of the tenth day, before dawn, Qin Yu was out clashing with someone again.