Inside the classroom of Senior Class 7.
Forty-nine students watched this suffocating scene, but could only remain seated and witness Kyle Gao's brazen arrogance. It was the third period in the afternoon, and the martial arts students were practicing in the Physical Activity Center.
Thus, in the class, Kyle Gao was recognized as the leader and held sway over everyone.
Huff.
Mr. Johnson was breathing heavily.
Creak.
Andrew Han, his face indifferent, gently closed the classroom door and pushed it to make sure there wasn't a single gap.
Then he turned his head, his eyes cold and calm as a still lake, deep and distant.
Tap.
Tap.
Inside the classroom, only Andrew Han's steady footsteps remained—nothing else.
Step by step, he walked toward the fourth row by the wall. As he passed the third row, he casually placed Principal Eugene Yu's signed application on the desk, finally standing beside the fourth-row desk.
Silent! Utterly silent!
The classmates in the room, including Mr. Johnson at the podium, as well as Gavin Bright and Cheryl Xu, all stared at Andrew Han in astonishment, speechless... None of them could fathom what Andrew Han was doing.
As the desk rang out, the sound of the green ruler breaking seemed insignificant.
Kyle Gao's eyes widened, watching the veined fist land before him, watching half of the broken plastic ruler hit his lips, and finally, his mind went blank.
His right fist came crashing down!
Suddenly, Andrew Han's heart tightened.
He couldn't even imagine what kind of injury his punch might cause if it landed on Kyle Gao's head.
In that split second, Andrew Han's right fist shifted slightly, landing instead on the pale yellow desk, shattering the thin green plastic ruler on it and producing a dull sound—thud!!!
Crack!
As the desk rang out, the sound of the green ruler breaking seemed insignificant.
Kyle Gao's eyes widened, watching the veined fist land before him, watching half of the broken plastic ruler hit his lips, and finally, his mind went blank.
Blank.
His mind was completely blank.
He shivered, truly afraid.
At this moment, no matter how much he wanted to prove himself, Kyle Gao didn't dare act arrogant anymore—not just because of Andrew Han's strength, but also his terrifying attitude! This was simply not normal.
Swish.
Andrew Han unclenched his right fist, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled. The oppressive grief in his heart seemed to dissipate like smoke.
His face was calm, neither sad nor happy, as if nothing could disturb him.
The next moment.
"Mr. Johnson." Andrew Han rubbed his school pants, looking apologetically at Mr. Johnson on the podium and continued his earlier explanation: "I just went to the Academic Affairs Building, so I came back late."
"It—it's fine, just sit down."
Mr. Johnson, dumbfounded, forced a smile and tried to suppress his shock, waving his hand.
Thank you, teacher.
Andrew Han smiled in response, then returned to his seat.
Thank you, teacher? That simple smile was like a torrential downpour, instantly washing away all the students' thoughts, erasing their shock and fear, leaving only an indescribable sense of absurdity.
Silence!
A deathly silence!
No one spoke, and no one wanted to help the collapsed Kyle Gao. Some exchanged glances, communicating their emotions with their eyes... Others remained silent, trying to digest the aftermath of this absurd scene.
Rina Xu bit her lower lip and looked at Kyle Gao, who was collapsed on the desk.
"Is this really my deskmate?"
Gavin Bright swallowed hard, cautiously glancing at Andrew Han, feeling anxious and uneasy.
Click.
"He wants to transfer to the martial arts program?" Rina Xu's delicate hands trembled, clutching her legs, nearly in tears. "If he's not a martial arts student, then who is?"
Her pink nails were hidden, and she no longer had any desire to decorate them.
"Kyle Gao..."
Rina Xu bit her lower lip and looked at Kyle Gao, who was collapsed on the desk.
She could feel Kyle Gao trembling, seemingly involuntarily, which made Rina Xu's heart tighten even more.
"Alright, review the lesson on your own this period." Mr. Johnson composed himself, then looked at the quiet Andrew Han and coughed: "Ahem, Andrew Han, come out for a moment."
Click.
The girl whose face was like a lotus in clear water gripped her black carbon pen, her eyes full of shock, whispering to herself: "Andrew Han? How is he... so terrifying? Compared to him, Kyle Gao is just a child."
She was full of astonishment.
Her previous impression of Andrew Han was as a 'good student,' 'somewhat handsome,' and 'an ordinary classmate.' Now, those labels were shattered, replaced by a vague sense of mystery.
"Ah!"
A moment later.
"Alright, review the lesson on your own this period." Mr. Johnson composed himself, then looked at the quiet Andrew Han and coughed: "Ahem, Andrew Han, come out for a moment."
With that, he left the podium and stood in the corridor outside the classroom.
Andrew Han straightened his blue-and-white school uniform, calmly left his seat, and walked out of the Senior Class 7 classroom.
His body was infused with a total of eight strands of Graywhite Aura... Andrew Han wasn't sure what rank he was in martial arts, but according to online information, he might already be at Grade Eight. His strength was far beyond what Kyle Gao could withstand.
"Tch!"
Kyle Gao spat, forcing his dazed head to turn, glaring viciously at Andrew Han. Rage surged in his heart as he threw a straight left punch, trying to drive Andrew Han back.
Smack!
Andrew Han met him with his left fist, striking directly and making Kyle Gao's left arm go instantly numb and limp!
Huff, huff.
Kyle Gao panted, staring at Andrew Han's calm face. He involuntarily felt a chill, but after being dominant for so long, how could he just admit defeat?
Besides, the whole class was watching—he couldn't throw away his 'dignity.'
He growled, "Andrew Han, are you looking for death? Try touching me again!"
Andrew Han said nothing, the ferocity in his eyes growing stronger, as if about to break free! His right hand clamped down on Kyle Gao and smashed him down again... The nearly limp Kyle Gao could only watch as the light yellow desk surface drew closer, until his vision went black.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The second round—three more ferocious slams!
Thud.
Gavin Bright had been holding his breath, but this second round of brutal blows felt like a giant hammer pounding his soul. He trembled all over, losing track of where he was or what he was thinking.
Was this really his deskmate?
The same deskmate who often joked around, whose grades were just above average, who was ordinary and unremarkable, and who suddenly wanted to become a martial arts student?
......
Bang!
With the final slam, a flash of gray-white color flickered in Andrew Han's eyes, unleashing a flood of suppressed emotions. His lips pressed into a silent line, but his right hand released, clenched into a fist, and he raised it high—hammering down on Kyle Gao's head!
Faintly, it was as if countless shouts echoed in his ears.
Whoosh!