51: Chapter 51 Oh no! My roommate got electrocuted! Quick, find a stick!

"What is your name? Are you in our class too?"

These few words struck Lu Xingye's skull like tens of thousands of volts of high-voltage electricity.

"How is that possible..."

"We've been in the same class for a year! I even practiced my blade technique ten thousand times downstairs from you!"

Lu Xingye's Brain crashed for three seconds.

But he was, after all, a master of self-delusion.

Three seconds later, his eyes reignited with a glimmer of what he called "wisdom."

"No! That's not it!"

"This is a disguise! She's just shy!"

"She's afraid that admitting she knows me in public will cause a stir! She's even afraid that if that despicable villain Jiang You finds out about our relationship, he'll target me!"

"What deep love! What great forbearance!"

Lu Xingye was so moved he almost cried out.

"I understand! I understand everything! Since you want to act, I'll play along!"

Lu Xingye suddenly looked at Jiang You and roared:

"Enough talk! Jiang You! Prepare to die!"

With that, he kicked off the ground, turning into a bolt of black lightning, bypassing Qiu Yunan and stabbing straight at Jiang You's face!

"Watch out!"

Qiu Yunan was horrified.

She instinctively reached out to stop Lu Xingye.

But she forgot that she was currently in an emotionally agitated state, and the lightning field on her body was already on the verge of going out of control.

"Zzzzt!!!"

Just as Lu Xingye rushed to Qiu Yunan's side,

a purple lightning bolt as thick as a bucket erupted from her without warning, indiscriminately covering everything within a three-meter radius.

"Ah!!!"

Lu Xingye, who was mid-charge, was hit head-on by the terrifying lightning before he could even touch the hem of Jiang You's clothes.

There were no fancy moves.

Only the purest physical strike.

Lu Xingye convulsed in the air like he was having a seizure, his hair instantly exploded into an afro, and his whole body was smoking black. Like a kite with a broken string, he landed with a "splat" right at Jiang You's feet.

At this moment, Jiang You, who was sitting on a recliner ready to watch the show, was completely stunned.

"Holy crap!!!"

Jiang You catapulted off the recliner and jumped straight onto the table, pointing at the smoking Lu Xingye on the ground and shouting with a terrified face:

"It's leaking electricity! It's leaking electricity!"

"Where did this high-voltage line come from? How did it blow up Old Lu?"

"Quick, quick, quick! Don't just stand there!"

Seeing the classmates still dazed around him, Jiang You stomped his feet in anxiety:

"Don't touch him with your hands! It'll conduct electricity!"

"Fugui! Xiang Batian! Quick, find a wooden stick! A dry wooden stick!"

"Flick him away! If you don't, he's going to be cooked!"

Jiang You was genuinely panicked.

In his simple common sense of life, electrocution was a matter of life and death, every second counted!

A second late meant a life lost!

He subconsciously reached behind him, looking for his thunder bamboo.

"Oh no! The bamboo is still on the second-floor balcony drying my underwear!"

In his desperation, Jiang You spotted a small solid wood stool that Gou Fugui had been sitting on not far from his feet.

"That'll do!"

Jiang You scooped up the small stool in a flash.

He hadn't practiced any first aid positions; all he could think about was getting this electrified unlucky guy away as quickly as possible.

So, he gripped the legs of the stool with both hands, swung his arms around, and performed a move similar to a golf swing towards Lu Xingye on the ground.

"Away you go!!!"

At the very moment Jiang You exerted force,

the [Right Hand], which had been in standby mode, suddenly felt a familiar sensation.

[Internal Chat Group]

[Right Hand (Startled awake from a dying illness)]:

"Hmm? This texture... is it a blunt weapon?"

"The host is holding a stool? And his posture is so heroic?"

"Good heavens! Has this always-sleeping Slacker Ruler finally wised up? Has he finally learned to smash people with a stool like a Street Fighter?"

"It's so moving! This is how a hot-blooded man should be!"

"Since the host is so interested, I must keep up! I'll exert force too! Give me all your strength! Use every ounce of energy you have!"

"Target: That black charred lump! Home run!"

In reality,

Jiang You had originally only intended to "push" or "flick" the person away with the stool.

But he felt his arm suddenly become scalding hot, and an inexplicable, extremely violent force surged down his right arm and into the small solid wood stool.

"Vrrr—!!"

Visible ripples actually appeared in the air.

That unremarkable little stool seemed to transform into Thor's Hammer at this moment.

The speed of the swing was so fast that it even created sparks from friction in the air!

"BOOM!!!!!"

A loud noise.

It wasn't a dull impact sound.

It was the sonic boom caused by a supersonic aircraft breaking the sound barrier!

A corner of the stool struck Lu Xingye's butt with precision and brutality.

Lu Xingye, who had been convulsing on the ground, instantly stopped.

Because he had already disappeared from where he was.

On everyone's retinas, only a charred afterimage remained.

"Whoosh—"

Lu Xingye, like a cannonball that had just left the barrel, whistled through the air, crossed the entire hall, and finally slammed heavily into the pile of discarded sponge mats used for cushioning at the end of the hall.

"Boom!"

The sponge mats exploded, flying everywhere in the sky.

Jiang You maintained his stool-swinging pose. The solid wood stool, unable to withstand the tremendous reaction force, shattered into pieces in his hands with a "crack," leaving only two legs in his grasp.

The whole room was dead silent.

The beads of the abacus in Gou Fugui's hands scattered all over the floor.

Qiu Yunan covered her mouth, her eyes wide as copper bells.

Xiang Batian was so scared he took two steps back, looking at the two broken legs in Jiang You's hands, and swallowed hard.

This is saving someone?

This is freaking launching a satellite, right?!

Jiang You looked at the remaining stool legs in his hand, then looked at Lu Xingye, who was embedded in the wall in the distance, and scratched his head in confusion:

"Uh... the quality of this stool isn't great, why did it break at the first touch?"

"But at least I managed to flick him away."

"Hey, you... Brother Batian, go see if Old Lu is still breathing? Maybe give him CPR or something?"

Just as the students of Class F were having their worldviews shattered by Jiang You's "nuclear-powered rescue."

"CLANG!!!"

With a loud crash, the already shaky tin door of the Class F Gymnasium finally ended its tragic life, collapsing with a bang and kicking up a cloud of dust.

Sunlight spilled in through the doorway, illuminating a group of brightly dressed, aggressive freshmen from Class A.

Class Monitor Zhao Feilong, who was leading them, was holding a cool "door-kicking" pose.

He wore a slicked-back hairstyle, a special elite cape from Class A draped behind him, and a standard arrogant villainous smile on his face.

However, the smile didn't last three seconds before it froze.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Class Monitor Zhao Feilong waved away the thick dust in front of him, covering his nose with a look of disgust:

"What's going on in this room? There's a smell of burnt stuff?"

"Was that a sonic boom just now? Are you trash doing a terrorist attack in here? Or did you blow up a septic tank?"

The lackeys of Class A behind him also chimed in:

"This Class F is too dilapidated, it's like a trench."

"That loud noise just now scared me; I thought they had blown themselves up."

"Can people even live in such a dump? Only those freaks with something wrong in their heads would treat this place like a treasure."

"Brother Feilong, are we really going to take this place? I'm afraid of getting my shoes dirty."

Class Monitor Zhao Feilong sneered, adjusted his hair, and said with his nose in the air:

"Even a mosquito is meat, no matter how small. The land is innocent; we just need to clear out the trash."

The dust gradually settled.

The scene inside the room was finally clearly revealed to everyone.

The scene... was very abstract.

At the end of the hall, there was a human-shaped crater in the wall, with black smoke still rising from it.

And in the center of the hall, standing on a table, was a young man wearing pilling spongebob pajamas and flip-flops.

The young man was tightly clutching two broken legs of a solid wood stool, looking at the melon seeds scattered on the ground, his expression as if he were mourning the dead.