97: Chapter 97 Class A Teacher: The Advantage Lies With Me! Huh? Where am I?

The students of Class A were stunned for a moment.

"Who is this?"

"Cosplay? Did he walk onto the wrong set?"

Before the students could react, a thunderous roar exploded over the campsite!

"Who goes there! How dare you trespass on Class A's territory!"

"Bang!"

A burly figure descended from the sky, slamming heavily in front of Jiang You and making the ground tremble.

The person who arrived was none other than Class A's combat instructor, Lei Bao, known by the nickname "Lightning Mad Lion."

Instructor Lei Bao was nearly 1.9 meters tall, his muscles bulging so much that his combat uniform looked ready to burst, and crackling yellow electric arcs coiled around him, making him look incredibly formidable.

He crossed his arms over his chest and looked down at Jiang You from a commanding height, his eyes filled with contempt and confidence:

"A guy wearing a Faceless Man mask?"

"Hmph! A rat hiding his head and showing his tail!"

"So you're the one sneaking around the school?"

"Don't think that just because you can throw your weight around in front of the school security team, you're invincible! Just because others can't deal with you, doesn't mean I can't!"

Seeing Instructor Lei Bao exuding such dominance, the Class A students behind him immediately erupted, their sense of security skyrocketing as they began to jeer and cheer:

"Instructor Lei is mighty!"

"Teacher, get him! Show him the power of our Class A!"

"If this little thief dares to move, Instructor Lei will flatten him into a meat patty with one punch!"

Even Lin Ya nodded slightly; although Instructor Lei Bao had a short temper, his combat ability was top-tier in the school, and dealing with an ordinary petty thief was more than enough.

Facing this overwhelming aura and the jeers of the crowd.

Jiang You, beneath the mask, merely tilted his head.

[Internal Chat Group]

[stomach (rumbling)]:

"So noisy."

"This big guy is blocking me from seeing the beef jerky behind him."

"Can we make him be quiet?"

[Right Hand (disdainful)]:

"This pose... he's posing like a bodybuilding coach."

"Full of openings."

"And he's blocking the way."

"Brain, requesting permission to clear the roadblock."

[Brain]:

"Granted."

"Go easy, don't scare the students into dropping their snacks."

In reality.

Lei Bao was still posing there, preparing to deliver an even more impassioned pre-battle declaration: "Today, I shall represent justice..."

Before he could finish his sentence.

Jiang You moved.

He didn't even put down the box in his hand; he just very casually, as if shooing away a fly, raised his right hand and lightly swiped at Lei Bao's stern face.

"Slap."

A sound that wasn't loud, but exceptionally crisp, rang out.

The next second.

The scene froze.

Instructor Lei Bao, who had just been clamoring that "the advantage is mine," suddenly seemed as if someone had pressed the fast-forward button on him.

He completed a perfectly standard 720-degree Thomas flair in the air, and then, like a golf ball being struck, he shot straight toward the nearby mud pit with a "whoosh."

"Splat!"

Instructor Lei Bao was stuck head-first into the mud with his feet in the air, his entire body buried straight into the muck, leaving only his two twitching legs exposed, swaying in the wind like two antennas.

The entire scene fell into dead silence.

The Class A students, who had been cheering just a moment ago, now had their mouths open wide enough to fit a lightbulb, and their chopsticks dropped all over the ground.

The piece of beef that Class Monitor Zhao Feilong had just picked up fell onto his pants with a "plop," scalding him and making him flinch, but he didn't even dare to cry out.

The yogurt bottle in Lin Ya's hand was crushed out of shape; her beautiful eyes were wide open, and her face was full of disbelief.

One... one-shot?

That Tier 4 powerhouse, the awe-inspiring Instructor Lei Bao from just a moment ago...

Was swatted into the mud with a casual slap, like someone swatting a mosquito?

This has to be a hallucination, right?

Faceless Man clapped his hands, as if he had done something insignificant.

He didn't even glance at the teacher stuck head-first in the mud, instead turning his gaze toward the group of "little sheep" who were already scared stiff.

"Gulp."

He swallowed, then started walking toward the students of Class A.

Everyone was immediately so frightened that they retreated again and again, like little white rabbits seeing a big bad wolf, shivering and huddling together.

Faceless Man walked straight up to Class Monitor Zhao Feilong.

At this moment, Class Monitor Zhao Feilong no longer had any of the arrogance of a rich second-generation; he was trembling like a sieve.

Faceless Man reached out his hand.

Class Monitor Zhao Feilong screamed: "Don't kill me! I have money! I have..."

However, Faceless Man's hand didn't strike him; instead, it bypassed his face and reached into his arms... snatching away that unopened pack of premium marbled beef jerky.

Faceless Man Jiang You stuffed the beef jerky into his pocket and then casually took the two cans of spiritual fruit on his table.

Then, he continued walking forward.

It was just like a teacher confiscating snacks from children in kindergarten, filled with a sense of natural and irresistible authority.

[stomach]:

"This bag of potato chips is good, confiscated."

"This bottle of cola is mine now."

"Huh? Whose roasted chicken leg is this? It hasn't been touched, right? Then I won't be polite."

Everywhere he passed was like walking through an empty land.

Finally, he stopped in front of Lin Ya.

Lin Ya's face was pale, but she still forced herself not to retreat, staring intently at the mask.

She could feel the overwhelming and terrifying aura emanating from him, that indifference that viewed all living beings as ants.

This made her feel a deep sense of humiliation and powerlessness.

Faceless Man looked at Lin Ya.

Or rather, he was looking at the crushed bottle of blueberry-flavored spiritual yogurt in Lin Ya's hand.

[stomach]:

"Yogurt! Helps digestion! I want this too!"

Thus, under the gaze of those beautiful eyes that had captivated countless boys.

Jiang You reached out his hand and gently snatched the bottle of yogurt from Lin Ya's stiff fingers.

"Slurp."

He even inserted the straw and took a big gulp right in front of Lin Ya.

A satisfied sigh came from beneath the mask:

"Mmm... this tastes just right."

Then, he reached out with his gloved hand and... gently patted Lin Ya's carefully styled hair.

Just like petting an obedient puppy.

"Remember to buy strawberry flavor next time; the blueberry one is a bit sour."

After saying these words that were enough to make Lin Ya explode with anger.

Jiang You stuffed the yogurt bottle into his pocket, cradled the silver box in his arms, filled his pockets with various snacks, and turned to leave, feeling satisfied.

Leaving behind only a dashing silhouette and a ground full of shattered confidence.

Until Jiang You's figure completely disappeared into the mist.

"Waaah—!!!"

Only then did a girl with poor psychological resilience burst into tears out of fear.

Class Monitor Zhao Feilong sat down on the ground, cold sweat soaking his back. He looked at Instructor Lei Bao's two legs stuck in the mud, then touched his own pocket that had just been "visited," his whole body trembling.

Lin Ya stood frozen in place, her fingers still maintaining the posture of holding the yogurt bottle. The color had drained from her face, and the phrase "Remember to buy strawberry flavor next time" echoed in her mind like a curse, making her feel as if all the blood in her body had rushed to her head.

The Class A campsite, which had been bright as day and filled with a sense of superiority just a moment ago, was now left with only deathly silence and a thick, inescapable fear spreading through the air.

The light from the searchlights seemed to have lost its warmth as it shone on everyone's pale faces.

...

In the mud pit.

The two twitching legs finally stopped moving.

Instructor Lei Bao struggled to pull his head out of the mud, spat out a mouthful of muck and a small crab with a "pfft," and looked up at the sky in a daze:

"Who am I?"

"Where am I?"

"Just now... did a train hit me?"