The Unit of Combat Power

Strictly speaking, the quality of the school pants was actually quite good.

The reason they split open was entirely because Lin Mo had secretly used spiritual energy to slice them.

So the moment the thighs spread apart,

the pants tore open.

Laughter immediately erupted from all around.

Wang Zhenji’s face flushed red, and he immediately bolted toward the restroom.

Zhou Ming followed close behind.

Not everyone in Class Fifteen was friends with those two.

After all, they had only known each other for three weeks—hardly enough time to get that close.

So Lin Mo stood between the two classes.

"Now that one of the involved parties has left, let’s just drop this. But I’m really curious—was that guy whose pants split really unrelated to that girl?"

Someone immediately spoke up, "No way, they weren’t even from the same school before. At most, he was just..."

"I get it, I get it—a simp, right?"

Lin Mo chuckled. "Alright, let’s get back to the activity. Consider this matter over. Everyone should focus on harmony from now on."

With that, he walked over to An Yuexin, pulling him toward the girl in question.

"You two should talk. After taking a beating for her, don’t you deserve some comfort?"

After saying this, Lin Mo dragged the nosy Fang Jun away,

leaving just the two of them.

The girl stepped closer to An Yuexin. "I’m sorry, because of me..."

An Yuexin shook his head.

"Mai Chuwen from Class Three, I’ve wanted to meet you for a long time. Let me introduce myself—I’m An Yuexin, from Class Five."

The girl’s head snapped up, her face suddenly tinged pink.

"O-oh... so..."

Fang Jun kept glancing back as they walked.

"Lin Mo, let me tell you—An Yuexin has liked that girl for ages."

"If he’s liked her for so long and she didn’t even know, what kind of loudmouth are you?"

Truthfully, Lin Mo already knew about Mai Chuwen—because in the end, she became An Yuexin’s girlfriend.

"Hey, what do you mean ‘loudmouth’? I know what to say and what not to say. Like how I totally spread the word about Chu Miaomiao being your neighbor."

Fang Jun flashed a knowing grin before darting off.

As expected, Fang Jun was still that same mischievous guy.

Lin Mo stretched lazily. Even though he was a slacker, Fang Jun never looked down on him. Though Fang Jun was half a slacker himself, Lin Mo couldn’t help but worry about dragging him down.

Soon, it was time to pack up the equipment and dismiss class.

Meanwhile, in the restroom, Wang Zhenji had waited a long time before Zhou Ming finally brought him a spare pair of pants borrowed from the dorm.

"Damn that Lin Mo! Loves playing the hero, huh?"

Wang Zhenji’s face twisted with malice.

Beside him, Zhou Ming’s clothes still bore a massive shoe print.

He clenched his fists.

"What do we do? Should we get people to deal with him? But he’s really good at fighting."

Wang Zhenji sneered. "So what if he’s good? Numbers will crush him. You think he’s Ip Man or something? ‘One against ten’? Then I’ll call twenty!"

With that, Wang Zhenji pulled out his phone and sent a few messages in a QQ group.

Some people test into regular high schools, others into elite ones.

And then there are those who end up in vocational schools.

Some just aren’t cut out for studying—while others are simply rotten to the core.

But even rotten people can have friends in top-tier high schools.

Soon, the group chat was buzzing with agitation.

Even though the "Young and Dangerous" movie era was over a decade ago, many still clung to its code of brotherhood.

So when Wang Zhenji called for backup, plenty were willing to help.

First, for loyalty. Second, for the restless energy of youth with nowhere to go.

And third—just for the thrill of it.

Beating someone up? So what if they’re high schoolers? Once they’re off campus, they’re fair game.

Zhou Ming volunteered to gather intel.

All of this unfolded in the shadows.

Back in class, the boys and girls were still buzzing about what happened on the soccer field.

When Jiang Yunlu heard about it, she couldn’t help but glance at Lin Mo.

"Are you okay?"

"Why wouldn’t I be?" Lin Mo had already prepped his materials for class.

"Those two were even weaker than Su Mingzhao—about 0.6 Su Mingzhaos, I’d say."

Su Mingzhao remained blissfully unaware that he’d become a unit of measurement for combat prowess.

As a basketball club member, he couldn’t care less about soccer field drama.

Especially when it involved Lin Mo showing off.

Lin Mo had top grades and could fight.

Thankfully, if you didn’t provoke him, he’d leave you alone.

So Su Mingzhao had stopped picking fights with him.

That said, he wouldn’t mind seeing Lin Mo humiliated by someone else.

When An Yuexin returned, his face now sported a cartoon bandage.

The moment he stepped in, the boys started teasing him.

Fang Jun slung an arm over his shoulders. "Looks like you’ve got a shot, huh?"

"Not even close. But at least she knows I exist now."

An Yuexin scratched his head sheepishly.

Then he pulled a can of cola from his pocket and set it on Lin Mo’s desk.

"Lin Mo, thanks for standing up for me earlier."

Lin Mo waved it off. "We’re classmates. Besides, they were in the wrong."

At that moment, Fang Jun crouched in the aisle between Lin Mo and Fang Jiajun’s seats, lowering his voice.

"Got some intel—Zhou Ming’s been asking around about you. I think they’re planning something."

Lin Mo smirked. "You guys gonna back me up?"

"Of course! After school, wait for me and Xie Yuling. We’ll leave together—nothing will happen."

Fang Jun thumped his chest. "One call from me, and I can bring a whole crew."

Lin Mo patted Fang Jun’s shoulder.

"Appreciate it. But don’t worry—if they really try anything, I’ll teach them the meaning of despair."

Seeing Lin Mo’s confidence, Fang Jun didn’t doubt him for a second.

Just two kicks today had taken care of two guys.

Zhou Ming had needed half the day to recover.

Fang Jun figured he’d be hurting for hours if he took a hit like that.

Nearby, Jiang Yunlu frowned. "Shouldn’t we tell the homeroom teacher? This could get serious."

Lin Mo turned to her—she’d been eavesdropping openly.

"And say what? ‘Someone might come after me, can you be my bodyguard’? Relax. If they call people, Fang Jun can call people too."

Jiang Yunlu pressed on. "But violence doesn’t solve anything."

"Violence that doesn’t solve anything just wasn’t violent enough." Lin Mo shrugged.

Truth has always been defined by range.

From ancient times to now, the bigger the fists, the bigger the truth.

History’s wars prove it again and again.

When your fists are big enough, scholars will bend logic to justify you.

Jiang Yunlu watched him with concern, but Wang Qin tugged at her sleeve.

"Yunlu, don’t overthink it. Fang Jun’s a local—he can get help easily. Even the drill instructor said Lin Mo’s tough."

But Jiang Yunlu just didn’t get it. Why resort to fighting?

Couldn’t they just get along?

Lin Mo wasn’t exactly fond of fighting either—he was afraid he might accidentally kill someone.

But if they came at him, he wouldn’t hold back.