CHAPTER 1458: CHAPTER 1459: DON’T WORRY, I’VE ALWAYS BEEN VERY MEASURED IN MY ACTIONS

"What’s going on?" You notice that most of the class has shifted their attention to you, including Chen Susu, whose eyes always carried a very complex expression when she looked at you.

After you sat down, Xiao Feng leaned over and said, "No idea who leaked about your bet with Yu Zixiao, but it ended up reaching the grade director. She did something unprecedented; she actually announced the grades of both you and Yu Zixiao!"

"Oh?" Hearing this, a faint smile appeared on your face, "How many points did I score higher than Yu Zixiao?"

Xiao Feng held up one finger and wore a gloating expression: "One point!"

With that, Xiao Feng took a piece of paper from his desk, where your grades and Yu Zixiao’s were written.

Your grades were—Chinese: 90 points, Math: 150, English: 150, Combined Science: 300.

Yu Zixiao’s grades were—Chinese: 125 points, Math: 135 points, English: 140 points, Combined Science: 289 points.

After seeing the results, you couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow, then looked over to Yu Zixiao’s seat, and found that it was empty!

Xiao Feng noticed this and whispered, "That guy probably got the news already and is cowering at home, scared to come out."

"Someone who can’t even face a bet, pfft, what a loser."

Your words, though not loud, were so clear that they reached the ears of every classmate, and as soon as you finished speaking, two of Yu Zixiao’s cronies slammed their desks and stood up, pointing at you, shouting angrily, "Li Muyun, you bastard, say that again if you’ve got the guts!"

The other one was about to shout at you too, but by then you had already stood up, slowly walking towards the first guy who spoke.

"What, you want to fight?"

Though they were Yu Zixiao’s followers, both of them came from pretty wealthy families, although not as rich as Yu Zixiao’s. In their eyes, you were just a Dios, and while grades might be important to regular students, they couldn’t care less. Once the college entrance exam was over, all they needed was to say a word to their parents, and they could leave China and head to Columbia University to party!

Standing in front of the guy, you silently reached out, grabbed his collar, and lifted him completely off the ground!

"What are you doing!"

Your strength was immense, and no matter how the guy struggled, he couldn’t budge at all. Then, to everyone’s shock, you single-handedly lifted him out of the classroom and dangled him over the hallway, right in mid-air!

Seeing what you did, the whole class stood up, and the girls screamed loudly.

Class Two students immediately buzzed, rushing out of the classroom to surround you, but they didn’t dare to come too close. Only Xiao Feng anxiously looked at you: "Old Shu! Old Shu, don’t do anything rash! Let’s talk it out!"

You glanced at Xiao Feng, the corners of your mouth slightly curling up, then turned to look at the boy hanging in the air. When faced with life and death, people often react in the most primitive and natural ways; as soon as his body was suspended, the boy screamed frantically, flailing his limbs like a chicken about to be butchered.

Though terrified, the boy still retained some consciousness, repeatedly trying to grab the railing with his hands.

"What’s going on here?" Zhao Lirong’s voice suddenly came from the crowd.

"Teacher! Teacher! Save me, Li Muyun the bastard is trying to kill me!" Seeing a lifeline appear, the boy cried out desperately.

The students quickly made way, and when Zhao Lirong saw the situation, her face changed drastically, she rushed over: "Li Muyun, what are you doing!?"

Seeing Zhao Lirong arrive, the guy’s courage grew, and he started cursing you: "Li Muyun, I swear on you..."

Your previously calm face suddenly changed, without a word, you threw the guy straight up into the air with a forceful toss of your right hand!

"Ah——"

Everyone around let out shocked cries, with the girls covering their heads and screaming with eyes closed.

"Ah!!!"

But the screams soon quieted down, as the braver girls opened their eyes and found the guy hadn’t fallen. You caught him at the crucial moment, yet it seemed he didn’t know, still releasing hysterical screams.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

This time, the guy was truly terrified, and those standing by the railing noticed that his pants were dribbling yellow, foul-smelling liquid, his crotch even bulging out, quickly spreading a potent stench in the air.

Zhao Lirong was also startled, but after you grabbed the guy again, she hurriedly stepped forward and said to you, "Put him down; whatever it is, we can talk it out!"

"Hmph."

With a cold snort, you casually flung the guy back inside, stepped forward, and planted your foot on his face, your expression cold and hard as iron, uttering word by word: "When addressing others’ parents, you should add polite language. If you don’t even know this, I suggest you go back to your mother’s womb and start over."

"Li Muyun! You’ve gone too far!" Seeing your arrogance, Zhao Lirong, as the homeroom teacher, stepped forward, sternly speaking to you, "No matter what, he’s your classmate, you shouldn’t do something so dangerous!"

"Dangerous?" At this, you couldn’t help but chuckle softly, still grinding your foot gently on the guy’s head, glaring at Zhao Lirong. In that instant, Zhao Lirong seemed to see something terrifying, stepping back several paces with a look of shock on her face.

"China has always been a country of rituals, ruling the nation with benevolence, maintaining peace with etiquette, and nurturing its people with filial piety. If he said those words a few hundred years ago, even if I skinned him alive, it wouldn’t quench my anger. Besides—" you glanced down at the guy, sneering, "to be scared out of one’s wits and soil oneself, such a person is just wasting food and oxygen."

Having said that, you swaggered back to your seat, laying your head on the desk as if nothing had happened.

The boy’s friends quickly called for support, helping him leave, understanding that in his current state, he couldn’t stay long. They all knew he would never show up in Second Heights again.

Soon, the school intervened, and as the grade director, your mother arrived at the senior two class immediately.

"Get up."

Your mother gently tapped your shoulder, not adopting that overbearing stance she had at home.

You looked up at her, smiled, and said, "What wind blew you here?"

"The northwest wind." Her mouth curled slightly, showing a smile not so different from yours, "Come outside with me for a bit."

"But class is in session."

You glanced at Zhao Lirong standing at the podium.

Your mother turned to Zhao Lirong, saying, "Teacher Zhao, you don’t mind if I drag this brat out, do you?"

Zhao Lirong nodded, but didn’t forget to add, "Go easy on him, he’s a key talent fostered by the school now."

"Don’t worry, I always know my limits."