"I thought you’d lost your nerve…" Luo Dongba’s head was tilted so high it nearly touched the sky as he sneered down at me.

“Senior Luo is so cool!” a girl shrieked.

“President, crush this punk in seconds!”

“Go, Senior Luo!”

“Teach this kid a lesson, Senior!”

“Bai, this looks bad,” Fatso muttered beside me. “His supporters outnumber ours a hundred to one. Even in a group brawl, their spit alone could drown us.”

“Thanks for coming with me. Just watch me handle this,” I whispered to Fatso, Jianwen, and Qin Hui.

“Be careful!” Jianwen urged. Qin Hui simply nodded before they slipped to a quieter spot.

Near Yeping’s circle of girls—

“So that’s your little boyfriend?” A girl holding Yeping’s hand teased.

“Jingmei! What are you saying? We’re just friends,” Yeping gasped, cheeks flushing.

“Want me to help him? That scrawny frame against Dongba? He’ll lose for sure.”

Jingmei Xu, the student council president nicknamed “Clumsy Chair,” was one of the campus beauties and Yeping’s closest friend. Unlike Yeping’s cool goddess aura, Jingmei radiated sweet, approachable charm—though her occasional airheadedness made her the council’s unofficial mascot.

“How would you help?” Yeping asked.

“This is a fight! School rules forbid it. I’ll mediate peace.”

“Peace? Heh. Go try,” Yeping giggled behind her hand.

“Huh? Why are you laughing? You’re scheming again…” Jingmei frowned but squared her shoulders. Duty called.

I stepped before Luo Dongba. At 180cm, he forced my 169cm frame to crane upward. *Annoying.*

“Surrender now. Swear you’ll never see Little Oriole again, and I’ll let you walk away.” He struck a pose, calm as ever.

“Can we start?” I cut through his bluster.

“You fool! Heaven’s gate stands open, yet you charge straight into hell—”

“Done talking?”

“Damn you!” The so-called senior lunged, fingers clawing for my collar.

“Wait!” A sweet-faced girl darted between us. “Fighting solves nothing! Let’s settle this peacefully.”

“Jingmei… President? What are you doing?” Luo Dongba sputtered.

I stayed silent.

“As president, I can’t allow violence. Make peace!” Jingmei puffed her cheeks at us.

“He stays away from Little Oriole, and I’ll drop it,” Luo bargained.

“If you lick my shoes…” I wanted to end this. No more ambushes at my dorm door.

“You—!” Luo roared.

“This punk’s arrogant! Crush him, Senior!”

“Yeah! President, don’t stop them!”

“Beat him till his own mother won’t recognize him!”

“You’re impossible!” Jingmei huffed, glaring only at me now.

I met her eyes without a word.

“Ugh! Ignoring me? Fine!” She stomped back to Yeping’s side.

“Ready now?” I turned to Luo Dongba.

“Too late! I’ll kill you!”

He stepped back, teeth bared in a stiff bow before settling into a karate stance—flashy, but unfamiliar to me.

“Front kick!” he bellowed. His left foot snapped upward, aiming straight for my groin.

*Sneaky bastard.* I sidestepped easily.

“Heh.” His smirk revealed the feint. As I dodged, his right leg whipped up in a vicious high kick toward my neck—eager to end this fast, especially with his goddess and 300 spectators watching.

“Amazing, Vice President!”

“Finish that arrogant brat!”

To ordinary eyes, the kick was lightning-fast and brutal—a direct hit would knock anyone unconscious. But I wasn’t ordinary anymore. Not human, even.

His kick crawled like slow-motion footage. Dodging was trivial. Blocking it bare-necked? Effortless. But that’d draw too much attention. *Need a low-key counter.*

*Thud.* Luo’s heel slammed into my neck—or should have.

“What?!” Luo choked.

“What?!” gasped onlookers.

“Nani?!” someone yelped in Japanese.

My hand clamped his ankle mid-strike. I dropped his foot, shaking my wrist. “Decent speed. Weak power.”

“You—!” Luo stumbled back, fury now laced with fear.

“Did you see that?! He caught Senior Luo’s kick barehanded!”

“Impossible!”

“Your boyfriend’s insane!” Jingmei’s jaw dropped as she turned to Yeping.

“Heh.” Yeping merely covered her smile.

“Senior,” I grinned, “you’re not as strong as I imagined.”

“You—you—you bastard!” His handsome face twisted, spitting the word three times.

He charged, fists flying in a rapid combo aimed at my face.

“Useless. Useless. Useless.” To me, his punches crawled.

*Dodge left. Dodge right. Right again. Right. Left…* Every strike whiffed the air.

“Why can’t I hit you?!” Luo howled, his princely composure shattering.

“Fight like a man! Stop dodging!”

“I like that!” I seized his right straight punch, locking his wrist.

“Huh?!” He yanked, then swung a left hook.

“Heh.” I trapped that fist too, both arms pinned.

“What?!” Luo’s mind broke.

I sprang upward, driving three kicks into his chest—*thud! thud! thud!*—like a Huang Feihong film reel, minus the dozen extra kicks.

“Agh—!” He flew backward, knees skidding a meter across the ground. Clutching his chest, he knelt there, face contorted, eyes bloodshot and wide with disbelief.

“Why?!” he screamed from the dirt, the radiant senior now a snarling wreck.

*Watching this rich pretty boy suffer?* Delicious.

“Give up. I held back,” I said, looking down. “Harder hits would’ve left you rolling eyes, foaming at the mouth—maybe even wetting yourself. I showed mercy.”

“Ahhh! Ahhh!” My words only fueled his rage.

“Senior?!”

“President?!”

“Get up!”

Their shouts revived him. Luo heaved himself upright.

“You’re no match for me,” I sighed. “Mercy was your only chance.”

“You’re dead!” He heard only mockery.

“He’s up!”

“Atta boy!”

“I’m fine! I’M FINE!” He roared at the crowd before lunging at me, snarling, “I’ll tear you apart!”

No technique left. Pure madness.

*Sigh.* “Hopeless.”

“AHHHH!” He bear-hugged me like a street thug.

“Hmm… It’s Saturday. Morning classes end soon… Got a date tonight!” I mused aloud.

“Better hurry home for gaming.” I smirked.

“You bastard!” Luo’s voice cracked, tears welling.

I spun into a high kick—mimicking his earlier move—aiming for his neck. He raised his arms to block, still sane enough to defend. *Trying to catch my leg?*

*Fool.* My heel crashed through his guard, snapping his head back.

*Thump.* The 180cm giant crumpled.

Eyes rolled white. Foam flecked his lips. He lay sprawled like a dead dog.

*Competing for Yeping’s heart?* Doesn’t matter if you’re a campus prince—

*You still fall.*