16: Chapter 16 Teacher Su actually made a contract with Yun Zhuo!
Liu Haoliang didn't hear a word of the latter sentence because the former felt like a bolt from the blue.
What right does this trash have? How could he possibly be worthy? How could he contract with Teacher Su!
I, Liu Haoliang, have been the class monitor since the tenth grade, and now I'm also the Student Council President. In this school, I am below only one and above ten thousand.
Although I can't follow the Martial Dao, getting into a prestigious liberal arts university is a guaranteed certainty.
An idiot like Yun Zhuo, who was played for a fool by Li Wanqing, isn't even fit to carry my shoes.
Why would Teacher Su choose him over me?
"No, I don't agree. You go and terminate your contract with Teacher Su right now, or I'll expel you on behalf of the teachers and the school."
"Holy crap..." Yun Zhuo was so exasperated he laughed. "I say, Class Monitor, how much have you had to drink to end up like this?"
After saying that, he didn't want to waste any more time on this idiot and simply brushed past him.
But Liu Haoliang suddenly grabbed him. "What do you mean? Didn't you hear me tell you to terminate the contract with Teacher Su?"
Yun Zhuo glanced at the arm being held, then with a flick of his arm, he threw the hand aside.
"Please don't get all handsy with me, or I might not be able to resist beating you to death."
Liu Haoliang's fur stood on end. Did this trash even hear himself? He actually wants to beat me to death?
I'm not even afraid of Bao Dezhu and his lot; why would I be afraid of you?
"What did you say? Say it again!"
Yun Zhuo raised his hand and slapped him across the face, sending him spinning in place two or three times.
While he was still dizzy, Yun Zhuo had already headed downstairs.
As soon as he reached the bottom, Yun Zhuo was startled by a massive crowd of students.
Every single one of them was staring straight at him; even the teachers had shown up.
If gazes had temperature, he would have probably been roasted to charcoal by now.
Fortunately, Yun Zhuo wasn't the type to buckle under pressure; he wasn't intimidated by being the center of attention.
"I say, everyone, what's going on? Why are there so many people? Don't you have classes?"
A male teacher standing at the front was just about to say something when he suddenly heard a scrambling sound coming from the stairwell.
A disheveled Liu Haoliang appeared before everyone's eyes.
The left side of his face, in particular, was swollen purple.
He glared at Yun Zhuo, looked around, grabbed a broom left by a janitor, and swung it at Yun Zhuo.
Just as it was about to strike Yun Zhuo's head, Yun Zhuo suddenly grabbed it, snatched it away, and struck Liu Haoliang behind the knee with a backhand swing.
Liu Haoliang collapsed onto the ground instantly.
Yun Zhuo tapped him on the head with the broom while saying, "You that scoundrel, did you really want to kill me?"
This scene startled everyone else.
Liu Haoliang, the monitor of Class 5 and the Student Council President, always had his hair parted in a neat 7/3 split, slicked back and shiny.
His school uniform was always pressed crisp, and his leather shoes were always polished to a mirror shine.
During assemblies, if he caught students slacking off, he would even interrupt the teacher's speech to enforce discipline.
Everyone in school knew someone so prominent, who acted even more authoritative than the teachers.
But now, he had been knocked to the ground by Yun Zhuo with a single strike, wailing for his parents.
Is Yun Zhuo crazy? He even dares to hit the Student Council President.
Half-lying on the ground and clutching his leg, Liu Haoliang shouted viciously, "You actually dared to hit me! You're finished! You're completely finished!"
Yun Zhuo really didn't want to hear his noise and raised the broom to shut him up.
Suddenly, his wrist was gripped tightly. He looked back to see it was Teacher Su.
Su Qingyuan glared at him. "Do you not want to graduate?"
Yun Zhuo gave a sheepish smile and reluctantly put down the broom. "Teacher Su, you misunderstand. I just wanted to teach him how to behave, not help him start a new life."
"You really are a handful." Su Qingyuan released his hand and said to the students at the front, "You few, take Liu Haoliang to the school clinic."
"Wait a minute." Liu Haoliang suddenly struggled to his feet and stared fixedly at Su Qingyuan. "Teacher Su, Bao Dezhu said you contracted with this trash. Is it true? Tell me it's not true!"
Su Qingyuan frowned at him, her tone suddenly turning cold. "Student Liu Haoliang, Yun Zhuo is now my War Spirit Master."
"If you dare call him trash one more time, I'll rip your mouth apart."
She didn't want Yun Zhuo to take action because she was worried he would be expelled, fail to get his diploma, and be unable to take the Martial Arts Examination.
But that didn't mean she would let anyone bully Yun Zhuo.
"War... War Spirit Master?" Liu Haoliang's voice caught in his throat. The poor kid looked like he'd been struck by lightning again.
The surrounding students and teachers also erupted into a commotion, with the sound of sharp intakes of breath rising and falling.
Those who were just questioning if the rumor was true now had their eyes wide open, their gazes toward Yun Zhuo filled with shock and disbelief.
Our No. 8 Middle School Goddess really contracted with Yun Zhuo?
People used to discuss privately that whoever could become Teacher Su's War Spirit Master must have had smoke rising from their ancestral graves.
To think that this lucky person whose ancestral graves were smoking would be Yun Zhuo.
The same Yun Zhuo who used to be quiet in class and would only silently swallow his anger when bullied?
"Did I hear that right? Teacher Su said Yun Zhuo is her War Spirit Master?"
"How is that possible... Isn't Yun Zhuo's talent also at the mortal rank? How could Teacher Su take an interest in him?"
Hearing the growing chatter below, Su Qingyuan signaled Yun Zhuo with her eyes. "Come to my office."
"Um, Teacher Su, you won't blame me for exposing our relationship, will you?"
"It's fine. This couldn't be hidden anyway. It had to be made public sooner or later, so it might as well be now."
Just as Yun Zhuo was about to leave with Su Qingyuan, a sudden cry of alarm came from the edge of the crowd.
Chen Bo charged in from outside the crowd like a madman. As a Rank 3 War Spirit Master, he didn't slow down at all, knocking many students at the perimeter flying.
Before Teacher Su could react to what was happening, Chen Bo was already in front of them, launching a flying kick toward Yun Zhuo.
In a flash, Yun Zhuo pushed Teacher Su aside. Holding the broom he hadn't had time to drop, he performed a lunge and thrust it into the hip joint of Chen Bo's left leg.
Yun Zhuo secretly lamented that his aim was slightly off, failing to deliver a nut-cracking blow.
But this strike, combined with Chen Bo's own momentum, already had an incredible effect.
With a soft "crack," Chen Bo's left leg was instantly dislocated.
The man who was originally performing a flying kick was now straddling the broom handle in an extremely bizarre posture, suspended in the air for a full two seconds.
The surrounding students were all dumbfounded, their gasps stuck in their throats.
A second later, Chen Bo screamed in pain and slammed onto the ground, his left leg twisted at an unnatural angle.
But this guy was a tough character. Enduring the excruciating pain, he rolled on the ground, not only popping his leg back into place but also performing a Black Dragon Twisting Pillar maneuver to spring back to his feet.
Yun Zhuo had to admit that this fluid sequence of movements looked quite impressive.
The students scattered instantly, and Teacher Su rushed over. "Chen Bo, what are you doing?"
"Teacher Su, didn't you contract with this trash? Today, I'll kill him to force you to terminate the contract."
"Are you crazy?"
"No, you're the one who's crazy. Of all the people you could have chosen, you chose this trash."
Having said that, he pulled a saber out of his bracelet.
It was a real, sharpened saber—broad of back and razor-thin of edge, a magnificent weapon that could kill without staining itself with blood. It shimmered with purple and blue hues, radiating ten thousand rays of light and a thousand streaks of auspicious color.