Chapter 30

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“Mu Jingbai, I had every intention of giving you a piece of my mind, but I’ll let it slide for your brother’s sake. Just try to keep yourself in check from now on,” Wen Huaimu stated with a dismissive air.

“You!” Mu Jingbai was fuming. She couldn’t recall anyone ever daring to address her in such a manner. Who did he think he was?

“Don’t get worked up. If your brother weren’t tied up with a matter I actually respect, I’d be taking him to task as well. If he can’t even keep his own sister in line, how is he supposed to be a big shot?” Wen Huaimu’s arrogance filled the room, leaving the students quaking with fear.

He was chastising Mu Shuxin, the idol of countless young people in Anbubury. Did he have a death wish?

“I can’t believe how much you’ve changed in just one day. Do you really think you’re above it all just because you’ve learned a few tricks? I could easily have someone take you out,” Mu Jingbai scoffed, her gaze seething with rage as she stared at Wen Huaimu.

Wen Huaimu wagged a finger at her and said, “Save your threats. I despise being threatened. Just yesterday, three people tried it; one ended up dead, another severely injured, and Liaozhi was only spared because your brother intervened in time. He’d be a corpse otherwise. Consider this a warning, not a threat. I’ll let it go this time, but if there’s a next time, your brother will be the one picking up your remains.”

His voice turned icy by the end, causing the students to instinctively tense up.

The room was filled with disbelief. Was this even real? It felt more like a scene from a film. He was practically a hitman!

“Liaozhi!” Mu Jingbai’s face paled, and she fixed Wen Huaimu with a serious look. She might have thought he was all talk, but his mention of Liaozhi changed everything. Liaozhi was her brother’s personal bodyguard, a secret well-kept from the public. Yet, Wen Huaimu knew his name, and that was no small detail.

“By the way, we’re in our second year of high school. What brings you senior girls down here to brush up on lessons you’ve already learned?” Wen Huaimu turned away from Mu Jingbai, shifting his attention to Geng Sijia.

When Geng Sijia realized she finally had an opportunity to make her move, she quickly flashed a sweet smile at Wen Huaimu, “I’ve heard about a strong senior emerging in the sophomore class, so I thought I’d come by and introduce myself. I’m Geng Sijia. I hope you’ll look out for me.”

“Really? When did I become such a pro?” Wen Huaimu touched his nose, offering no comment, but his gaze toward Geng Sijia was devoid of any warmth, “Classes have already started, Ms. Geng. Shouldn’t you be taking your fellow seniors to their lesson? Junior year is pivotal. Without dedication, how do you expect to get into college?”

Wen Huaimu sent them on their way. His demeanor had all but declared himself the leader of Class 3, Grade 2. He showed no regard for the dignity of the senior students.

Yet, neither Geng Sijia nor Mu Jingbai dared to utter a word.

Some things instill fear at first sight. Wen Huaimu’s dominance and tactics had certainly made a lasting impression; his presence was startling.

A hush fell over the classroom. Observing Wen Huaimu’s earnest demeanor, no one dared to make a move. They began to study with feigned diligence, though only a handful were genuinely focused.

The change was stark; the classroom, usually abuzz with noise, was now unusually quiet. Passersby in the hallway couldn’t help but notice the anomaly, finding it oddly out of character for what was typically the most raucous of rooms.

After one class period, the classroom remained unchanged.

The entire class had maintained a remarkable silence, and the unusual quiet of Class 3 Grade 2 quickly became the talk of the school, leaving all the students bewildered.

In the principal’s office of Isrinas High School.

At that moment, Wen Huaimu was seated calmly, observing the slender principal behind the desk.

Typically, whether portrayed on television or in literature, a school principal is shrouded in mystery, as they are the true leaders of the institution, adept at handling any disruptive students with ease.

The principal of Isrinas High School, Bo Hao, was quite thin and wore glasses, exuding an air of scholarly refinement.

Yet, Wen Huaimu could sense, with his potent psychic force, that this seemingly unremarkable Principal Bo emitted an eerie aura, as if he could peer into the soul of anyone who stood before him.

Still, Principal Bo was none the wiser to Wen Huaimu’s use of psychic force. The principal was somewhat taken aback by the young man’s complexity. It was no wonder that Geng Sijia and Mu Jingbai refrained from mischief in his presence.

“Principal, I’ve been sitting here for quite some time, and you’ve let the entire class period slip by. Is there something you needed from me?” Wen Huaimu inwardly chuckled, feigning ignorance.

“Oh, nothing much. I just wanted to have a chat with you. How do you find Class 3?” Principal Bo inquired, smiling.

“It’s quite nice. The classroom is well-situated, and the students are diligent in their studies. However, the teachers leave much to be desired; they didn’t even show up for class this morning, which I find rather odd,” Wen Huaimu expressed with a hint of puzzlement.

Internally, Principal Bo cursed Wen Huaimu’s slyness, but outwardly he maintained a smile. “I’m aware of the situation. They’ll resume their normal schedule this afternoon. But tell me, is Class 3 truly as commendable as you say? Have you considered transferring to another class, perhaps Class 1 Grade 2?” Principal Bo’s face took on a subtly strange expression.

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