Just as Ian Song expected, the story of him beating up Justin Nangong outside the school gate to save Hannah Han spread across the whole campus in less than half a day, thanks to everyone talking about it. Not only were the students gossiping, but even the teachers couldn't help joining in.
Of course, once people learned who Justin Nangong really was, most thought Ian Song was doomed. But even more people admired his courage.
Strangely enough, the two main characters in the story acted like nothing had happened—one attended class as usual, while the other sat in the classroom reading just like always.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Ian Song pulled up the system interface.
His Fame Points instantly broke through the 2000 mark, reaching 2356.
Finally, he could do another lottery draw.
Taking advantage of the break between classes, Ian slipped into a quiet corner of the campus, brought up the system interface, and tapped his finger on the big "Draw" button on the lottery wheel.
The pointer spun rapidly, then slowed down, and finally stopped on an orange slot.
Next, two large golden characters appeared on the slot—Clairvoyant Vision.
Whoosh.
The two golden characters melted, turning into a stream of light that shot straight into Ian Song's brow.
"Ugh."
Ian let out a muffled groan, because as soon as the golden light entered his brow, his head felt like it was being stabbed with needles—painful as hell.
"Meow-Meow, what's happening?" Ian gritted his teeth and asked the system sprite.
"Since Clairvoyant Vision is a second-grade divine ability, the system has to not only rewire your brain and rearrange your spiritual molecules, but also modify your eyes. So, a little pain is perfectly normal."
As Meow-Meow spoke, Ian felt his eyes start to itch—badly. The sensation grew so intense he almost wanted to dig his eyeballs out with his hands.
Needles stabbing his head, unbearable itching in his eyes—Ian couldn't help but think, you win some, you lose some. System powers weren't exactly easy to obtain.
Fortunately, his willpower was strong enough to tough it out and get through the process.
"Meow-Meow, can you explain the functions of Clairvoyant Vision?" Ian asked.
"Clairvoyant Vision is a second-grade divine ability. You can activate it for two hours per day, split into up to ten sessions. Its features include penetration, zoom in and out, video recording, slow-motion, and fast-motion modes."
Meow-Meow then went on to explain in detail how to use each function and what situations they were best for.
"This is insane!"
After hearing Meow-Meow's explanation, Ian Song was so excited he nearly jumped out of his seat.
For example, take the slow-motion mode. In a fight, if your opponent moves too fast, you can activate the slow-motion function of Clairvoyant Vision. Then, in your eyes, their actions will appear several times slower.
Another example—the video recording feature can be used for reading. As long as Clairvoyant Vision is activated, you can record an entire book into your mind as if you were filming it. How long does it normally take to read a book?
But with the recording function on, all you have to do is keep flipping pages. In one hour, how many books could you load into your mind?
If you can finish a book in one minute, then in an hour you could record at least sixty books into your mind.
After a while, you could basically turn your brain into a library.
Back in the classroom, Leo Li stared at Ian Song with a weird look.
"Is there something on my face?"
Leo Li shook his head.
"Did I get more handsome again?"
Leo Li still shook his head, then handed Ian a mirror. "See for yourself."
Ian took a look and realized his eyes were frighteningly red.
"Are your eyes okay?" Leo Li asked.
"I'm fine, just got some dust in them and probably rubbed too hard." Ian replied casually. He knew this was a side effect from the system modifying his eyes.
Before he knew it, it was time for school to end. Ian Song felt a bit troubled—he'd been so thrilled about getting Clairvoyant Vision, he'd forgotten to ask Meow-Meow how many Fame Points the next lottery would cost. When he finally asked after school, Meow-Meow's answer almost made him curse out loud.
The next lottery would require a whopping ten thousand Fame Points.
"Damn, the school only has a little over two thousand students. To rack up ten thousand Fame Points, I’d have to pull off five different stunts that shock the whole campus!"
He was still cleaning the classroom when his phone rang.
"Hello, is this Ian Song? It's Zoe Zhao."
"Oh, it's Sister Zoe! What brings you to call me? Missing your dashing, charming me?" Ian joked flirtatiously. For some reason, he always felt the urge to tease Zoe Zhao—probably because she'd bullied him so much before he got the system, and now he subconsciously wanted to get back at her by flirting.
"Pfft! So now the little brat knows how to flirt?"
"Who's little? Or have you checked for yourself, Sister Zoe?" Ian kept up his cheeky banter.
"Ian Song... you looking to die?"
Ian could vaguely hear her grinding her teeth.
"Haha, just kidding, Sister Zoe, don't get mad. You called for a reason, right?" Ian quickly switched to a more serious tone.
"My brother's back and wants to see you. You have ten minutes to get your butt over here!"
Ian was about to protest that ten minutes was too short, but Zoe had already hung up. Luckily, he'd nearly finished cleaning the classroom. He hurried up, locked the door, and made for the Zhao Family Boxing Gym.
He'd just stepped out of the teaching building when he ran into Zach Zhang waiting there, flanked by his three usual hangers-on.
"Ian Song, I’ve reserved a table at Fortune Delight Restaurant as an apology banquet for you," Zach Zhang said, stepping forward with genuine sincerity.
"No need for all that, really. I honestly didn’t take that incident to heart," Ian replied, waving it off.
"That won’t do. You might not care, but I feel bad about it. Plus, I really do want to be friends with you." Zach’s tone grew even more sincere. The Zhang Family had some influence in Riverstone City, but after offending Justin Nangong, who got into a car accident and was now in the ICU, things were tense.
Hearing this, Ian couldn’t help but appreciate Zach’s attitude. Of course, the fact that Zach dared to openly befriend Ian had a lot to do with Justin Nangong lying in the hospital.
Seeing how sincere Zach was, Ian didn’t want to refuse, so he said, "Here’s the thing—I’ve got something to take care of first. How about I treat you guys another day?"
Zach thought for a moment and said, "We’ll wait for you at Fortune Delight. Come join us when you’re done."
"Alright, it’s a deal."
Eight minutes later, Ian Song hurried to the Zhao Family Boxing Gym.
Standing at the gym entrance, Zoe Zhao shot him a glare. "At least you’re on time, kid. Otherwise, I’d have made you pay."
"Heh, Sister Zoe’s word is law. I wouldn’t dare go against it," Ian said with a grin.
"Follow me."
Zoe Zhao turned and walked ahead; Ian hurried after her.
Inside the office, the clutter had been cleared away, making it feel especially spacious. A young man stood there in loose white training clothes—handsome, scholarly, and powerfully built.
"Good evening, Coach." Ian greeted him quickly. This was Frank Zhao, owner of the Zhao Family Boxing Gym and Zoe Zhao’s older brother.
Frank Zhao nodded and smiled. "Zoe’s told me about what happened at the gym. Thank you."
"No need to thank me. Besides, Sister Zoe taught me the Ninefold Breath Technique and Tiger-Leap Step. If anything, I should be the one thanking you." Ian replied humbly. Now that he’d perfected his inner force and integrated Tiger-Leap Step into his mid-level martial arts, his strength had doubled.
"How do you feel? Any questions about the Ninefold Breath Technique or Tiger-Leap Step? If so, ask now and I’ll clear them up." Frank Zhao’s tone was gentle.
"Sister Zoe taught me well. I don’t have any questions for now, but if I do, I’ll definitely ask you, Coach." Ian said.
"Good to hear." Frank Zhao smiled. "Come, let’s spar a few rounds."
Ian’s heart leapt for joy—he’d long wanted to spar with Frank Zhao. He steadied himself and said, "Coach, I hope you won’t hold back."
Frank Zhao beckoned him forward, signaling Ian to make the first move.
Ian didn’t hesitate. He darted forward, closing in on Frank Zhao, and launched two punches straight at Frank’s chest.
Frank Zhao barely moved, but his hands flashed up in a knife-hand block, slicing swiftly toward Ian’s wrists.
Ian narrowed his eyes. Frank Zhao’s strength was no joke—the speed of his moves and the sharpness of his angles far surpassed Zoe Zhao.
Ian dropped his fists and slid his footwork, slipping to Frank Zhao’s side. He turned his punch into an elbow strike, driving it in fast.
Bang!
Frank Zhao raised his elbow in response, but the impact forced him two steps back.
Zoe Zhao, watching from the side, gaped in shock—her big brother had actually been pushed back by Ian.
Frank Zhao was stunned too, but his eyes quickly filled with interest. Moving like a butterfly weaving through flowers, he darted at Ian and unleashed a powerful flurry of punches. For a moment, Ian felt like he was surrounded by fist shadows from every direction.