I'll Attack in My Blonde Form

"No, no need."

"See for yourself."

At the mention of "Li Yuan," the middle-aged man's expression instantly shifted into something complicated. He stood up from his chair, his smile a mix of awkwardness and sycophancy, as if even he found his sudden change in attitude embarrassing.

Lin Yu didn’t bother with formalities either, plopping straight onto the man’s plush black leather sofa. He pulled up the surveillance footage without so much as a glance at the man and asked,

"When was the first time Xia Yueshan got into a fight with someone?"

"He got into a fight on the very first day of school."

The middle-aged man clearly knew this troublemaker’s history well.

Lin Yu raised an eyebrow, mildly surprised.

A fight on the first day?

Xia Muzhu’s little brother really was a wild one.

"Be more specific."

Lin Yu pressed further.

"That afternoon, on the sports field. Camera twenty-four caught the whole thing."

The man answered cooperatively.

Adjusting the footage to the right time, Lin Yu quickly found the scene of Xia Yueshan’s first brawl at No. 14 Middle School.

In the video, Xia Yueshan stood alone, hands in his pockets, silently watching two students playing table tennis nearby.

Soon, a group of six emerged from the corner of the frame, heading straight for him. The leader was a short, dark-skinned kid. They surrounded Xia Yueshan, exchanged words—inaudible on camera—and then, without warning, Xia Yueshan lunged at them, sparking a chaotic scuffle.

Pausing the footage, Lin Yu studied the frozen image of the tussle. This couldn’t have been the start of the conflict. They must’ve had some prior beef before this encounter.

Wanting the full story, Lin Yu switched to the school gate’s surveillance feed, rewinding all the way to the morning of September 1st, the first day of school.

He cycled through different camera angles, meticulously tracking Xia Yueshan’s movements throughout the morning and afternoon, but found no sign of any earlier altercation with the dark-skinned boy. In fact, their first interaction seemed to be that very afternoon.

However, Xia Yueshan had crossed paths with one of the six—a tall, slightly chubby guy with fair skin.

The two met briefly in the bicycle shed, their exchange lasting less than a minute. There was no physical contact, but something was clearly said. The chubby kid paused as he walked away, even glancing back at Xia Yueshan once.

Changing tactics, Lin Yu followed the chubby kid’s movements instead.

Sure enough.

The kid sought out the dark-skinned leader, and after one of their afternoon classes, the whole group confronted Xia Yueshan—leading to the fight.

Scratching his head, Lin Yu exhaled in frustration.

No audio on the footage. No way to know what was actually said.

After a moment’s thought, he decided to leave. He’d just have to ask Xia Yueshan himself after school.

Stepping out of No. 14 Middle School, Lin Yu checked the time—still early, only 9 a.m.

Middle schoolers usually got out around 5 p.m. He just needed to be back by 4 to wait for Xia Yueshan.

Perfect.

This gave him plenty of time to… prepare.

Lin Yu sniffed, mentally gearing up to unleash his true form—the Blonde Bomber Mode.

Blonde Bomber Mode!

When facing opponents with titles like "Elementary Schooler," "Middle Schooler," or "High Schooler," this form boosted his attack power by 20% while applying a Courage Down debuff on enemies.

Especially against middle schoolers.

The damage multiplier skyrocketed to a staggering 50%, with a high chance to trigger Intimidation, rendering the enemy unable to fight back—leaving them helpless as punching bags!

Back at his tiny rented apartment, Lin Yu meticulously washed and styled the blond locks that covered the left side of his face.

This was the first time since transmigrating that he’d treated this hair with any real care.

The original owner had treasured this golden mess, but Lin Yu had always dismissed it—even tugging at it impatiently when annoyed.

Wasn’t that kind of… cuckoldry?

But as the moderator of the Pure Love Forum, Lin Yu would never admit to such a thing.

How was this cuckoldry?

Bullying the cuckolders didn’t count as cuckoldry!

This was called justice served!!!

Once his hair was perfectly styled, Lin Yu swapped his usual plain sportswear for something with more… attitude.

The kind that screamed delinquent.

Opening the original owner’s closet, he was immediately hit by the sight of ugly, grimy clothes—some even carrying a faint stench.

Lin Yu silently closed the door.

Yeah, he was buying something new.

Disgusting.

Hopping onto his motorcycle, he headed to the mall. After browsing, he settled on a pair of slim-fit black jeans and a matching long-sleeved black shirt.

Standing in front of the full-length mirror, Lin Yu examined his reflection—cool, edgy, but still not enough.

He undid the top three buttons, revealing the blue-green tattoos on his left chest and neck.

Now it was perfect.

At checkout, he casually grabbed a silver pendant from the counter and paid for it too.

After deactivating the security tag, he looped the chain around his neck.

Blonde Bomber Mode—Complete!

Ready to roll!!!

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At 4:30 p.m., Lin Yu parked his sleek blue-and-white motorcycle by the school gate, leaning lazily against it as he slowly undid the top buttons of his black shirt.

A breeze ruffled the lightweight fabric, making the tattoos on his pale skin flicker between visibility beneath the black cloth. A cigarette dangled from his fingers, unlit, as he waited for No. 14 Middle School’s dismissal.

Ding-ding-ding-ding!!!

The crisp school bell rang. After half an hour of waiting, Lin Yu finally flicked his lighter and lit the cigarette, taking a slow drag.

Hell yeah.

Showtime.

Students poured out of the school gates. Whether boys or girls, the moment their eyes landed on that striking black-clad figure, their gazes stuck.

Teetering on the edge of adolescence, their rebellious instincts flared—Lin Yu’s delinquent-chic look was irresistible. Some were so distracted they didn’t notice the person in front stopping, leading to minor collisions and hushed chaos.

Under the flood of awestruck, admiring stares, Lin Yu kept his face cold and indifferent, scanning the crowd for Xia Yueshan.