Chapter 25: If Others Do Not Offend Me, I Will Not Offend Them

Chen Mo's resentment toward Wei Zheng had reached its peak. This Wei Zheng was truly despicable—using Ning Xuan as a target just to ignite the students' fighting spirit. She was only thirteen years old; how could she possibly bear such intense pressure?

But, as it turned out, Chen Mo had been overthinking it.

Ning Xuan grinned cheerfully. "Instructor, since I got first place, do I get a reward now?"

Wei Zheng replied with interest, "Oh? And what kind of reward do you want?"

Ning Xuan raised a finger and pointed to Chen Mo, who had been assigned to Class F amid the crowd. "That's my brother. I want him to join Class A with me!"

In an instant, over a thousand pairs of eyes shifted to Chen Mo. They had assumed that the brother of the top-ranked girl in the whole school would be extraordinary as well—yet he was in Class F!

"So she has a loser for a brother!"

"That guy's so lucky. He's so weak, but has such an outstanding sister. Jealous!"

"I object—didn't they say strength is the only criterion here? Are we supposed to rely on connections now?"

Wei Zheng said in a deep voice, "Sorry, Ning Xuan, I'm afraid I can't grant you that reward. Since he's your brother, if he wants to be in your class, he'll have to earn his way up with his own strength, just like everyone else. If you want to move up to a higher class, you have to prove yourself!"

Tch!

Chen Mo smirked coldly to himself. If it weren't for the need to keep his secrets hidden, he wouldn't give a damn about this instructor.

But Chen Mo didn't plan to stay hidden forever. Now that his sister had become everyone's target, and since people could be unpredictable—some students might even plot against her to climb higher—he knew he had to become the school's number one and draw all the hostility to himself.

After the class assignments were announced, each class was sent to their respective classrooms.

Although Pingli High was just a secondary school, as a key provincial high school, it often hosted lectures by experts and professors. For that reason, it had a college-level academic building equipped with large tiered lecture halls that could seat hundreds.

Class F was on the first floor, Class D on the second, Class C on the third, Class B on the fourth, and Class A on the fifth. Like a pyramid, each level rose above the last.

By coincidence, Ye Zhiyan—the former class monitor and campus belle of Fourteenth High—was also assigned to Chen Mo's class. When Ye Zhiyan saw she would be in the same class as Chen Mo, her face blossomed with delight. She paid no attention to the odd looks from the other students, and happily called out to him, "Chen Mo! This is great, we're in the same class again. Come sit here, I saved you a seat! Hee hee, just like before, we'll be desk mates."

Having a familiar face in a strange environment was a stroke of good fortune. Naturally, Chen Mo accepted and sat beside Ye Zhiyan.

"Look, isn't that the guy? The genius girl Ning Xuan's brother!"

"Tsk tsk, what a loser. He’s already hanging around a girl at the very start."

"Haha, you’d better not mess with him, or he’ll call his sister to beat you up!"

"Hahaha!"

A chorus of ridicule erupted around them. Many vented the humiliation of being placed in Class F onto Chen Mo, as if cursing him could somehow get them out of it.

Ye Zhiyan couldn't take it and wanted to retort, but Chen Mo stopped her with a hand on her arm and a look that said, "Don't bother." He said softly, "Old Monitor, just ignore them. If a dog barks at you, you wouldn't bark back, would you? That would be beneath you."

Ye Zhiyan stifled a laugh. "Exactly, no point stooping to their level."

Bang!

A girl sitting behind Chen Mo blushed with anger, slapped her desk, and screeched, "Who are you calling a dog?!"

Chen Mo burst out laughing. "Whoever barks, that's who."

The girl's name was Zhong Liner. She had wavy hair, a delicate face, and wore the Xingcheng First High uniform. She was quite famous for her frequent dance videos on Douyin, earning her the nickname "Douyin School Belle."

No sooner had she spoken than a dozen boys from First High rushed over to impress her. The tallest among them jabbed a finger at Chen Mo’s forehead, cursing, "You're the dead last loser in the whole school. So what if people talk about you? How dare you talk back!"

Chen Mo didn't waste words. With swift reflexes, he grabbed the boy's finger and twisted his wrist.

Crack!

The boy's finger was nearly snapped in two.

"Aaaah—"

The boy clutched his finger, writhing in pain, tears welling in his eyes.

"Let go! Let go, it hurts so much!"

Chen Mo said coldly, "If you don't trouble me, I won't trouble you. But if you do, I'll pay you back tenfold! If there’s a next time, I’ll cripple you!"

Chen Mo understood all too well that kindness was often mistaken for weakness. If he wanted to live comfortably in Class F, he had to make a forceful statement.

Zhong Liner was livid, her lips turning purple as she waved her hands and ordered her admirers, "What are you waiting for? Beat him up! Let's see if this Fourteenth High trash dares to act so arrogant!"

"You bastard, you dare hit people!" The boys from Xingcheng First High, furious, charged toward Chen Mo.

The students from Fourteenth High weren't having it either. Several boys stood up and shouted, "You call us Fourteenth High trash? You First High guys are nothing but scum!"

Just as the two schools' students were about to come to blows—

"My, my, things are lively in here! Well, well!" Instructor Moon Fox strutted into the lecture hall, her impressive figure swaying, high heels clicking across the floor.

Whoosh!

In an instant, the class fell silent, save for the sound of heavy breathing.

Chen Mo felt a sudden pressure locking onto him. He looked up to see Instructor Moon Fox’s flirtatious gaze fixed on him.

Data scan.

[Hu Yue. Lv19]

[Magician]

[HP: 1200]

[MP: 3000]

[Physical Attack: 20]

[Magic Attack: 300]

[Skills: Unknown]

No wonder Chen Mo felt such mental pressure—she was a magician, and her magic attack was a staggering 300, even higher than his own. Clearly, her mental strength was immense.

Instructor Moon Fox smiled seductively. "Well, well. Fights are allowed here at Evolution School—as long as it's a friendly match between students. But remember, both sides must agree, and things shouldn’t go too far—no fatalities. Otherwise, anyone who attacks without permission will be locked in solitary confinement!"

The tall boy whose finger Chen Mo had twisted pointed at him, wailing, "Teacher, he hit me! I never agreed to a match!"

Instructor Moon Fox’s beautiful eyes flickered over Chen Mo, then she laughed, "From now on, that rule applies. Anything before this doesn’t count."

The tall boy’s face turned ashen on the spot, so furious he nearly exploded.