120: I know acupressure.

After hearing this, Lan Qingyu looked at him like he was a fool and unceremoniously rolled her eyes at him.

"I say, Uncle Lin, have you been watching too many TV shows?"

Her tone was full of disdain.

"Think about it, would you?"

"Those underprivileged students admitted through special recruitment are the guarantee of our school's college entrance rate! They are the face of the school!"

"From the principal to the directors, everyone pampers them like precious gems, fearing they might suffer even a little grievance that could affect their studies."

"Who would be so foolish as to bully the school's darlings? Wouldn't that be looking for trouble for their own families?"

Wu Xiuxiu also nodded vigorously, taking it for granted.

"Exactly!"

"Besides, we aren't the type of crazy people who have to bully others just to feel important!"

Lan Qingyu's eyes rolled so far back they almost reached the sky. "I'm telling you, the grades of those special recruits in our class are in a league of their own!"

"Many are on the competition track, prime candidates to be recommended for admission to Tsinghua or Peking University!"

"If anyone dares to touch them, let alone the homeroom teacher, our principal would fly out of his office on the spot and call the perpetrator's parents to school that very night to give them a piece of his mind!"

Hearing this, Lin Chao nodded thoughtfully, his tone carrying a hint of sincere praise. "In that case, your school's atmosphere is quite protective of talent."

"That's rare."

Lan Qingyu's lively eyes darted around as if she had discovered a new world, and she leaned in with a mischievous grin.

"Oh, Uncle Lin, you're so sentimental..."

She drawled, a cunning arc forming at the corner of her mouth.

"Could it be... you were bullied when you were in school?"

Lin Chao's hand holding the teacup paused slightly. He then raised his eyelids to meet her gossipy gaze and rubbed his nose.

"You actually guessed right."

His tone was flat, as if he were talking about a trivial matter that had nothing to do with him.

"Wow!"

"For real?!"

As soon as he said this, the eyes of the two young girls, Lan Qingyu and Wu Xiuxiu, lit up instantly like searchlights.

They both put down their chopsticks in unison and leaned forward, their faces practically screaming, "Tell us, tell us, I'm ready."

Lin Chao shook his head, amused by their behavior. He picked up a piece of tuna belly with his chopsticks, put it in his mouth, and chewed slowly.

Under the girls' eager gazes, he finally spoke slowly, as if sinking into a distant memory.

"When I was in high school, my grades were pretty good."

"But because I was studying medicine with my grandfather and maternal grandfather while attending school, I didn't interact much with my classmates."

"I didn't have many friends; I was a loner."

"While others played ball or chatted after class, I would stay in the classroom alone, reading the medical books I brought from home."

"Looking back now, maybe it was because of that. I don't know who exactly I offended..."

He paused, his tone carrying a hint of self-deprecation.

"Anyway, someone just didn't like the look of me."

"Then, on my way home after school one weekend, I was cornered at the entrance of an alley outside the school."

The story came to an abrupt halt there.

The air in the private room seemed to freeze.

"And then what?!"

Lan Qingyu and Wu Xiuxiu asked in unison, their faces full of tension.

Lan Qingyu was especially anxious, her large eyes fixed intently on Lin Chao.

"Were... were you beaten up?"

She suddenly remembered something and clapped her hands sharply.

"You definitely didn't fight back, right!"

"I remember now! Last time with Zhong Xiaoru, when those thugs cornered me, you didn't fight back; you just called the police!"

She said with a look of "I've seen through everything."

"You're definitely not good at fighting!"

After hearing her analysis, Lin Chao's lips curled into a playful smile that made the two girls feel a bit uneasy.

He slowly set down his teacup and spoke calmly.

"I wasn't beaten up."

In the private room, both girls breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

However, Lin Chao's next sentence made their hearts leap into their throats again.

He continued nonchalantly, "Those little thugs underestimated me."

"As a result, I subdued them in just a few moves."

"What?!"

Lan Qingyu and Wu Xiuxiu's eyes instantly widened like copper bells, and their mouths formed an 'O' shape, wide enough to fit an egg.

They looked at each other, their faces filled with disbelief.

This Uncle Lin, who looked refined and even a bit "frail" to them... alone, subdued several thugs?

The two girls' curiosity was completely ignited at this moment.

"How did you subdue them?!"

Lan Qingyu's gossipy fire was burning brightly, and she practically wanted to press her face against Lin Chao's.

"Tell us, tell us! Have you practiced something like the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?"

Beside her, Wu Xiuxiu also stared with curious eyes, like someone listening to a storytelling performance at its most critical moment.

Lin Chao looked at their exaggerated expressions, and the playful smile on his lips deepened.

He extended two fingers and tapped the air lightly. "I just... attacked a few of their Pressure Points."

"Pressure Points?" the two girls asked in unison, their faces full of bewilderment, clearly finding the term both familiar and foreign.

Lin Chao nodded calmly. "That's right."

"And I happened to have a set of Silver Needles with me at the time."

As soon as he said this, images immediately flashed through Lan Qingyu and Wu Xiuxiu's minds.

Ignoring their stunned expressions, Lin Chao continued in that nonchalant tone.

"They thought I was an easy target and swarmed me all at once."

"I simply turned them all into hedgehogs."

A hint of playfulness flashed through Lin Chao's eyes. "Then they couldn't move and could only lie on the ground howling."

"Wow—"

Two synchronized exclamations of awe rang out in the private room.

While Lan Qingyu was still immersed in the fantasy of "Uncle Lin being a martial arts master," Wu Xiuxiu seemed to suddenly realize something.

"I get it!" Wu Xiuxiu pointed at Lin Chao, her eyes sparkling with realization.

"Pressure Points, Silver Needles..."

"You're a doctor!"

Wu Xiuxiu immediately looked Lin Chao up and down with a strange expression.

"Wait, if you're a doctor, then why..."

She paused, seemingly organizing her words.

"Why would you be a Marketing Department supervisor at Kangyang Group?"

Lin Chao just smiled at her words, a smile that carried a sense of relief as if the past were but smoke.

"That's all in the past."

"I didn't study medicine in college. Later, through a series of coincidences, I ended up in sales."

He picked up his teacup and took a small sip, as if putting a period on that part of his life.

Then, he looked up at Wu Xiuxiu and corrected her.

"Furthermore, I'm not a supervisor anymore."

"I'm a manager now."

"Man... Manager?!"