Inside the classroom of Class 12.
Around fifty students, some diligently studying, others whispering among themselves, were startled by the sudden appearance of Andrew Han, who quietly asked a question.
One must understand.
For a typical high school student, barging into another class takes courage—especially during evening self-study, when every student is present!
Nearly fifty pairs of eyes were focused on Andrew Han—his body, his face, his gaze!
Yet Andrew Han remained calm and composed, neither hurried nor flustered, his gentle smile unfazed by the fifty pairs of eyes, as if a breeze brushed past.
This was truly rare.
After all, talk is one thing, but for a high schooler to stand before an entire class—especially unfamiliar faces—most would feel intimidated, hardly this calm.
......
"Is he looking for Kevin Zong?"
A male student with good grades glanced at Andrew Han and curled his lips.
He simply assumed Andrew Han was one of Kevin Zong's rowdy friends, so he looked down on him. Even if Andrew had courage, it didn't matter much.
"Sigh."
He shook his head, gazing at his Chinese exam paper with disappointment: "I did so poorly this time. I've always prided myself on my Chinese grades, but this test had serious mistakes... It really shouldn't have happened."
He held his exam paper, noting the score marked in the upper left corner—147 points.
On the corner of his desk was a gold-red certificate, inscribed with 'Riverdale Classical Poetry Contest, Second Prize.'
......
"That boy's pretty good-looking, quite delicate actually."
Two girls at the same desk whispered to each other, gently biting their lower lips and giggling.
They weren't worried about Andrew Han's intentions; after all, this was Senior Class 12. Who would dare cause trouble in a strange classroom?
......
The next moment.
Kevin Zong, seated in the second-to-last row by the wall, raised his voice and questioned, "Who are you? Do I know you?"
His expression was displeased, his brows furrowed.
A random boy from another class suddenly pushed open the classroom door and asked him to step out? Ridiculous. If you want to show off, at least choose the right time and place!
Especially trying to show off in front of Kevin Zong?
He was close friends with two Martial Arts Program Students, often eating lunch together and sometimes playing billiards or online games after school. At least in this school, he had nothing to fear.
"Huh?"
The top student was surprised, set aside his exam paper, instinctively picked up his notebook of mistakes, and adjusted his glasses.
He had assumed Andrew Han and Kevin Zong knew each other, which was why Andrew had dared to interrupt Class 12's evening study... But now, it seemed Kevin Zong didn't recognize the boy who had entered.
The other students in Class 12 also felt a sudden tension.
Something seemed off. The calm, smiling boy from another class didn't actually know Kevin Zong? Then why was he here, and what did he want?
......
In an instant.
Every student in Class 12, whether whispering or studying, now watched Andrew Han at the doorway, curiosity mixed with unease.
"Tsk tsk!"
The short-haired girl sitting next to Monica Zhang stared at Andrew Han, quietly muttering, "Andrew Han just walked in so boldly, he, he..."
The short-haired girl felt her mouth go dry, her heartbeat suddenly quickening.
But Monica Zhang paid her no attention. She just stared blankly at Andrew Han, her mind and heart completely empty, unsure how to react.
The next moment.
Andrew Han let out a soft chuckle, pursed his lips, and strode toward the second-to-last row by the wall.
Step.
He passed by the first row of seats.
Step.
He continued past Monica Zhang, whose heart was pounding.
Step.
Inside the Senior Class 12 classroom, only Andrew Han's footsteps could be heard. All the students sitting at their desks stared at him in shock, a sense of foreboding rising in their hearts, as if a taut bowstring was about to release its arrow.
"Is this... is this what they mean by 'black clouds pressing down on the city, about to destroy it'?"
The top student suddenly blurted out a line of ancient poetry, seemingly out of nowhere.
He forced himself to swallow, instinctively set aside his notebook of wrong answers, and stared at Andrew Han, holding his breath.
For some reason, his heart raced with anxiety.
Most of the classmates felt the same way. It was as if weeds had grown in their hearts—they could only watch in silence, not daring to ask questions or stand up to challenge him.
......
Meanwhile—
"Kevin Zong."
Andrew Han stood by the second-to-last seat near the wall and smiled, "Are you coming out on your own... or do I have to drag you out myself?"
As soon as he spoke, the whole class fell silent!
Kevin Zong was really in trouble!
"Ahem, hey, classmate." The crew-cut boy sitting on the outside shot a sideways glance at the slightly thin Andrew Han, shook his head, and made a clicking sound. "What do you mean? We're in evening self-study."
The crew-cut boy was about 1.9 meters tall, with a strong build and an intimidating presence.
All the classmates stared nervously, while Monica Zhang’s face flushed with anxiety, wanting to stop Andrew Han’s reckless actions.
Facing an entire class alone—he’s bound to get into trouble!
However—
Andrew Han’s gaze shifted, looking down indifferently at the crew-cut boy. "You, Kevin Zong’s deskmate? Another one who bullies Monica Zhang—you're trash too."
Bang!
Andrew Han didn’t waste words. He raised his left hand high and slapped the crew-cut boy’s head, pressing it onto the pale yellow desk. Then his right fist opened, and he struck the boy’s back—thud!
The sound was dull and echoed through the classroom!
"Hmph!"
The crew-cut boy let out a muffled grunt, his eyes wide with shock!
He felt as if he might cough up blood. The force of that slap traveled from his back through his whole body, leaving him numb and dizzy, unable to muster any strength at all!
Thud!
Andrew Han’s eyes were cold and silent. He grabbed the crew-cut boy’s blue-and-white school uniform with his right hand, suddenly unleashing his inner power. His right arm tensed instantly—showing immense strength!
Crash!
Andrew Han yanked the crew-cut boy out of his seat, nearly throwing him across the room!
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Take note—
That crew-cut boy was 1.9 meters tall and weighed at least seventy or eighty kilograms! Yet Andrew Han’s slap, press, and yank were as smooth as flowing water, without the slightest hint of effort!
As if he were casually handling a fragile toy.
Silence!
An unparalleled silence!
At this moment, Andrew Han wore a faint smile, but his gaze was as cold and deep as an abyss. It was as if he was clad in an imposing suit of armor—so intimidating that no one could meet his eyes, leaving them breathless and uneasy.
......
Step!
The top student’s right hand trembled, and the red mechanical pencil he gripped tightly slipped onto the classroom floor, its crisp clatter echoing in the dead silence.
"Savage!"
"So savage!"
He gulped frantically, mouth agape—he could almost fit a raw egg in it. "Is this... 'The four seas churn with angry waves, the five continents shake with thunder and wind!'"
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"Ah!"
Some timid girls covered their mouths, their eyes filled with confusion and panic.
......
Thud.
Andrew Han casually dragged the crew-cut boy and tossed him into an empty seat in the last row. Finally, he fixed his gaze on Kevin Zong, whose face was frozen, and said, word by word, "Come out for a moment."
"Okay, okay, okay!"
Kevin Zong’s heart pounded wildly as he hurriedly agreed, not daring to hesitate for a second.
His deskmate was 1.9 meters tall and could handle martial arts students, but in front of Andrew Han, he was like a fragile toy—utterly defenseless.
Immediately after—
Andrew Han stepped back, waiting for Kevin Zong to leave his seat, trembling, and walk down the aisle toward the classroom door. Andrew followed closely behind.
Step.
Step.
Kevin Zong led the way, Andrew Han followed behind, and the two of them walked out of Senior Class 12’s classroom.
Just as Andrew Han was about to leave, he turned back with a gentle, apologetic smile—his demeanor warm and refined. He spoke softly, "Everyone, I’m truly sorry for disturbing your evening self-study. Please forgive me."
With that,
He quietly closed the classroom door, leaving the entire Senior Class 12 in stunned silence.
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"Wow!"
A girl with long, flowing hair pressed her delicate hand to her cheek and bit her lip lightly, as if Andrew’s words had touched something deep in her heart. Her face flushed with a hint of red.
"So domineering, yet so polite!"
She covered her blushing cheeks, her heart pounding wildly.
Just moments ago, Andrew Han’s violent actions had a kind of brutal beauty, like a bolt of lightning striking the heart... But now, his courteous apology was like sunlight breaking through the clouds, illuminating the deepest corners of their souls.
Such a fierce and powerful boy, yet so polite—he was truly one of a kind!
"Which class is he from? What’s his name?"
The long-haired girl pursed her lips, fiddled with her yellowish hair, and her eyes sparkled with curiosity.
This question was on the minds of every student in Senior Class 12... The combination of strength and courtesy was so contradictory, yet strangely attractive.
It made their hearts tremble.
It left them speechless with admiration.
"Sigh."
The top student sighed quietly, bent to pick up his red mechanical pencil, and gazed thoughtfully. "He’s probably a martial arts student from another class... It’s one thing for him to be stronger than us, but to have such good manners too—how are we supposed to compete?"
He looked at the three test papers on his desk, suddenly losing interest.
He didn’t want to correct any more mistakes, didn’t want to organize knowledge points, and didn’t want to spend his senior year in such monotony... Though his grades were good, his life felt as bland as a bowl of porridge.
Once upon a time—
He too dreamed of being admired by all, but in the face of grades, that dream shattered into something unreachable.
He just couldn’t do it.
Everyone has their own future—be it martial arts or academics. Clearly, his future lay in studying hard, hoping for the day he could break through and enter a prestigious university.
He absentmindedly twirled his red mechanical pencil, lost in thought. "A true gentleman repays grievances with honesty and is as gentle as jade—perhaps that’s what it means."