Inside the classroom of Class Twelve.
Around fifty students were either focused on studying or whispering among themselves. Suddenly, Andrew Han appeared and spoke softly, startling everyone.
However.
For a typical high schooler, barging into another class takes guts—especially during evening study, when everyone is present!
Nearly fifty pairs of eyes focused on Andrew Han—his body, his face, his eyes!
Yet Andrew Han remained composed—calm and unhurried, with a faint smile. Even under fifty pairs of scrutinizing eyes, he was as serene as a gentle breeze.
This was truly rare.
After all, it's one thing to talk about it, but for a high school student to face an entire class of unfamiliar peers, anyone would be nervous—it’s almost impossible to remain this calm.
......
"Is he looking for Kevin Zong?"
A studious male student glanced at Andrew Han and curled his lips in disdain.
He assumed Andrew Han was just one of Kevin Zong’s rowdy friends, and so he felt contempt. Even if Andrew showed some courage, it still didn’t amount to much.
Sigh.
He shook his head, gazing disappointedly at his Chinese test paper. "I did terribly this time. I’ve always been proud of my Chinese grades, but I made a major mistake on this exam... It really shouldn’t have happened."
He held up his Chinese test paper, where the score—147—was marked in the upper left corner.
On the corner of his desk, a gold and red certificate was prominently displayed, reading: 'Riverdale Classical Poetry Contest, Second Prize.'
......
"That guy’s actually pretty good-looking, kind of delicate."
Two girls at the same desk whispered to each other, lightly biting their lips and giggling.
They weren’t worried at all about Andrew Han’s intentions—this was Class Twelve of Senior Year Three, after all. Who would dare barge into an unfamiliar class looking for trouble?
......
The next moment.
Sitting in the second-to-last row by the wall, Kevin Zong stayed in his seat and loudly demanded, "Who are you? Do I even know you?"
His face showed displeasure and he frowned.
A random boy from another class suddenly pushed open their classroom door and asked him to step outside? Ridiculous. If you want to act tough, at least pick the right time and place!
And in front of Kevin Zong, no less?
He was close with two Martial Arts Program students. They ate lunch together, sometimes played pool or online games after school. At this school, he didn’t need to fear anyone.
"Huh?"
The studious boy was taken aback, set down his test 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 dared interrupt Class Twelve’s evening study... But now, it seemed Kevin didn’t recognize the boy who’d just barged in.
The rest of Class Twelve felt a sudden tension.
Something seemed off. This calm, smiling boy from another class didn’t even know Kevin Zong? So why was he here, and what did he want?
......
In an instant.
Every student in Class Twelve—whether whispering or studying—now watched Andrew Han by the door, curiosity mixed with unease.
"Tsk tsk!"
The short-haired girl sitting next to Monica Zhang stared at Andrew Han, quietly whispering, "Andrew Han just walked in so boldly, he... he..."
The short-haired girl’s mouth felt dry and her heart raced.
But Monica Zhang didn’t respond to the short-haired girl at all. She just stared blankly at Andrew Han, her mind and heart completely empty, with no idea how to react.
The next moment.
Andrew Han let out a soft laugh, pressed his lips together, and stepped 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 Class Twelve, only Andrew Han's footsteps could be heard. The seated students stared at him in shock, a sense of foreboding hanging in the air, like a drawn bowstring about to release its arrow.
"Is this... like dark clouds pressing down on the city, ready to destroy it?"
The studious boy suddenly blurted out a line of ancient poetry, seemingly out of nowhere.
He forced himself to swallow, unconsciously set aside his notebook of mistakes, and stared at Andrew Han, holding his breath.
For some reason, his heart raced and he felt anxious.
Most of the other students felt the same way—their hearts tangled with uncertainty, they could only watch in silence, not daring to speak or question.
......
Meanwhile.
"Kevin Zong."
Andrew Han stood by the second-to-last row near the wall, smiling. "Will you come 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 now!
"Ahem, excuse me," said the crew-cut boy sitting on the outside, glancing sideways at the slightly thin Andrew Han and shaking his head with a clicking sound. "What do you mean? We're in evening study right now."
The crew-cut boy was about six-foot-three, with a strong build and an imposing presence.
All the students stared nervously, while Monica Zhang's face flushed with anxiety, wanting to stop Andrew Han's reckless behavior.
Facing an entire class alone—he’s bound to suffer!
However.
Andrew Han’s gaze shifted, and he looked down coldly at the crew-cut boy. "You—Kevin Zong's desk mate? One of the jerks who bullies Monica Zhang."
Bang!
Without another word, Andrew Han raised his left hand and slapped the crew-cut boy's head, pinning it to the pale yellow desk. Then, his right fist opened and struck the boy's back—thud!
The sound was dull, echoing through the classroom.
Hmph!
The crew-cut boy let out a muffled grunt, his eyes wide in shock.
He felt as if he might spit blood—the force of the slap traveled from his back throughout his body, leaving him numb and dizzy, unable to muster any strength.
Bang!
Andrew Han's eyes were cold and silent. He grabbed the crew-cut boy's blue-and-white school uniform, suddenly unleashed his inner strength, aligned with a simple exertion technique, and his right arm instantly tensed—showing immense power!
Crash!
Andrew Han yanked the crew-cut boy out of his seat—almost throwing him.
It should be noted.
This crew-cut boy was about six-foot-three and weighed at least one hundred seventy or one hundred eighty pounds! Yet Andrew Han's slap, punch, and yank were executed smoothly, without the slightest strain.
It was as if he were casually handling a feeble toy.
Dead silence!
Unparalleled silence!
At that moment, Andrew Han wore a faint smile, but his eyes were cold and bottomless, as if he were clad in an invisible suit of armor—so intimidating that no one dared meet his gaze, and the tension was suffocating.
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Step!
The studious boy’s right hand trembled, and his tightly gripped red carbon pen fell to the classroom floor with a crisp sound, echoing in the silence.
Brutal!
So brutal!
He swallowed hard, his mouth forming a perfect circle that could fit a whole egg. "Is this... 'the seas surge 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 tossed the crew-cut boy into an empty seat in the last row. Finally, he stared at Kevin Zong, whose face was frozen, and said, emphasizing each word: "Step outside."
"Okay, okay, okay!"
Kevin Zong’s heart pounded with fear as he hurried to agree, not daring to hesitate for a second.
His desk mate was six-foot-three and could spar with Martial Arts Program students, but in front of Andrew Han, he was as fragile as a toy—utterly defenseless.
Immediately after.
Andrew Han stepped back, waiting for Kevin Zong to nervously leave his seat and walk down the aisle toward the classroom door. Andrew followed behind him.
Step.
Step.