In the corridor outside Senior Year, Class 7's classroom.
Mr. Johnson's expression was grave as he sighed, "Andrew Han, you're a good kid. Yes, you're a very good kid. But with only ninety-five days left until the college entrance exam, standing up for your teacher out of anger just isn't worth it."
Andrew Han replied politely, "Actually, it's also a psychological issue of my own."
Mr. Johnson said seriously, "Andrew, I appreciate what you've done... but this could affect your college entrance exam. Besides, violence is not the right way to solve problems. That's enough, you don't need to say more. I'll handle this with your homeroom teacher and the grade director, and try to minimize the impact."
With that,
he patted Andrew Han on the shoulder, his eyes full of reassurance. In a low voice, he said, "Go back and study hard. Oh, and make sure to explain things to Kyle Gao. Don't take the blame on yourself."
"Okay."
Andrew Han pursed his lips and returned to the classroom first, immediately quieting the previously noisy room. All the students glanced at Andrew Han.
......
During the break between classes,
In the second-to-last row of the classroom, Andrew Han sat beside Kyle Gao.
On the desk, messy test papers, textbooks, and extracurricular books were scattered... Kyle Gao's male desk mate had already slipped out of the classroom, terrified of disturbing Andrew Han.
"Kyle Gao."
Andrew Han said solemnly, "During last period's martial arts theory class... I lost my temper and hit you without thinking. That was my mistake."
Holding the application form on his desk, Andrew Han nodded to himself, "Now that I have Principal Eugene Yu's handwritten signature, I can go to the Senior Year director and have him add me to the martial arts student list."
"Mr. Johnson also advised me that violence isn't the way to solve problems," Andrew Han said seriously, determined to uphold the virtue of admitting his mistakes and correcting them. As he spoke, he picked up a delicate fountain pen from the desk. "Honestly, I think Mr. Johnson is right."
"Tomorrow afternoon, I'll go with Sam Sun and the others to the Fitness Activity Building to start martial arts practice. But Sam mentioned that Mr. Newman has a bad temper. If my joining midway makes Mr. Newman unhappy... well, it shouldn't be a problem."
The delicate fountain pen was snapped in two, clean and crisp.
Right now, he urgently needed to determine what martial arts rank he had actually reached. He also needed to practice stance training and search for the Graywhite Aura to quickly improve his martial arts rank.
Blue-black ink splattered onto the test paper on the desk, as if water stains had spread across a painting—striking and vivid.
Andrew Han stared at the ink-stained test paper on the desk, slowly pulling a crumpled tissue from his pocket. He gently wiped the ink from the paper as if cleaning a precious antique, and softly asked, "Kyle Gao, what do you think?"
"..."
Kyle Gao glanced at the blue-black ink on the desk, then at the broken ends of the fountain pen, and shivered suddenly.
"Andrew, you're right. We're classmates—there's no real grudge, last period was just a misunderstanding." He decided to forgive his classmate; after all, they saw each other every day in class, and anyone could have a bad day.
Andrew nodded, "How's the scratch on your face?"
Kyle forced a smile and replied in a low voice, "It's just a small scratch, nothing serious. It'll be fine after a night's sleep."
Andrew set down the broken fountain pen and sighed, "I'll do my best to correct my temper. I hope you won't take it to heart."
With that,
he stood up from his seat and returned to his own desk.
In the second-to-last row, Kyle slowly raised his right hand, trembling slightly, and picked up the two broken halves of the fountain pen.
It was clear to see.
The internal structure of the pen was almost intact, except for the jagged, sharp break at the ends.
......
In the classroom, third row by the window.
Andrew picked up the application form from the desk, nodding to himself. "Now that I have Principal Eugene Yu's handwritten signature, I can go to the Senior Year Director and ask him to add me to the martial arts student list."
As for martial arts practice...
Tomorrow afternoon, I'll go with Sam Sun and the others to the Physical Activity Center to start martial arts training. But Sam mentioned that Mr. Newman has a bad temper. If my joining midway makes Mr. Newman unhappy... well, it shouldn't be a problem.
Andrew absentmindedly spun a black carbon pen.
Right now, he urgently needed to determine what martial arts rank he had actually reached. He also needed to practice stance training and search for the Graywhite Aura to quickly improve his martial arts rank.
"Hmm?"