"Quiet, quiet!"
As the students in the class chattered and whispered among themselves, Teacher Liu clapped his broad hands "thump thump" against the blackboard.
In an instant, the classroom fell silent, as if someone had hit the mute button.
All eyes turned to him.
Teacher Liu crossed his arms and announced, "Before we head out, I have a few rules."
"First: The next two periods are followed by a long break. You are to play properly—no studying allowed!"
"Second: If you get tired, go admire the flowers in the garden, feed the fish in the pond, buy snacks from the convenience store, or even barge into the principal’s office and pick a fight with him. Hell, find a quiet corner to flirt if you want—just don’t you dare study!"
"Third: If I catch anyone secretly grinding away at their books, you’ll face the consequences!"
To emphasize his point, he flexed his well-defined biceps and raised his voice:
"Understood?"
"Understood!"
The class responded in unison, their voices loud and synchronized.
They didn’t just understand—they understood perfectly.
"Not loud enough! I said, do you understand?!" Teacher Liu demanded again, clearly unsatisfied.
"YES! SIR!"
This time, the boys in the class roared with enthusiasm, their voices thunderous enough to shake the ceiling and echo through the entire floor.
Students passing by Class 2-8 couldn’t help but peek inside. When they saw the figure at the front was none other than the infamous P.E. teacher, Teacher Liu, they immediately understood—and couldn’t help but feel a pang of envy.
Teacher Liu was legendary at Guangya Academy for his unorthodox methods.
His favorite pastime? Stealing classes from the main subject teachers—provided they were absent, of course—and letting his students run wild, encouraging them to burn off energy and embrace the joys of youth.
He was a firm believer in "happy education," convinced that students thrived best when they were having fun.
To the thousands of students at Guangya Academy, he was nothing short of a dream teacher.
And Class 2-8 was one of the lucky ones.
"Alright, go grab equipment from the sports shed," Teacher Liu commanded with a sweeping gesture, like a general signaling the charge.
In the blink of an eye, most of the boys had already bolted out of the classroom.
They moved so fast it was as if they were starving beggars sprinting toward a free meal.
Their excitement was palpable.
Though school life was usually relaxed, the chance to trade their math teacher’s class for an extended play session on the field? That was next-level happiness.
It was like how some people didn’t even like snacks, but if they stole them from a friend, suddenly they tasted amazing.
The thrill of snatched joy always hit different.
"Bro! Bro!"
While the others stampeded toward the door, Situ Wenyao made a beeline for Gu Luo.
"Bro, no time to explain—get on the hype train!"
Pacing in place like an over-caffeinated puppy, he chanted excitedly:
"Basketball! Basketball! Basketball!"
He could barely contain his excitement.
Soul fusion!
"Wenyao... I know you’re hyped, but chill," Gu Luo said, his eyebrow twitching.
For some reason, every time he saw Situ Wenyao, he felt an overwhelming urge to punch him.
It was bizarre—like Wenyao had some kind of innate punchability aura.
Back at Caizhou Academy, Gu Luo had barely touched a basketball.
But within two days of transferring to Guangya, Situ Wenyao had already dragged him onto the court—always during peak free time, like long breaks.
Before he knew it, more and more girls started showing up to watch him play.
And just like that, he became infamous.
Rumor had it he even had a fan club now.
Not that he could confirm.
"Bro, I’m serious—I’m dying here," Wenyao whined, his pacing accelerating like a wind-up toy gone haywire.
He hadn’t had his fix in two whole days!
The weekend had been torture—every minute felt like an eternity.
Today, he was getting his satisfaction, no matter what.
Especially since it was P.E. class—maybe they could even play soccer with another class.
Basketball was great, but variety was the spice of life.
If you always used your hands, why not switch it up and use your feet for once?
Wasn’t that just a different kind of satisfaction?
"..."
Clenched.
Gu Luo’s fist tightened involuntarily.
He had a strong suspicion Wenyao was imagining something weird—and highly punch-worthy.
But he had no proof.
"Sorry, Wenyao," Gu Luo said, mentally running through a list of ways to throttle him while keeping his tone apologetic. "Not today. I’ve got something to discuss with... Yue Mom."
The moment the words left his mouth, both Situ Wenyao and Shen Yue froze.
"Yue Mom?"
Wenyao’s eyes flicked to Shen Yue, intrigued.
Well, well—looks like he was gaining another mom.
The ultimate way to immerse yourself in the experience? Adopt everything about the other person.
That was how you maximized the fun.
Shen Yue suddenly felt incredibly embarrassed, her cheeks flushing red in an instant.
She never expected Gu Luo to call her "Yue Mom" in front of others.
Wasn’t that just a little inside joke between the two of them?
Did that mean Gu Luo was implying...?
The more Shen Yue thought about it, the more her mind spiraled into chaos—though overall, excitement and joy took the upper hand.
Realizing she needed to play along, she quickly chimed in, "Situ Wenyao, sorry, but Gu Luo and I have something to discuss later. I really can’t play basketball with you right now."
Her voice carried a hint of shyness, mixed with a touch of sweetness, as if she was savoring this special role.
"Ah... I see..." Situ Wenyao instantly deflated like a punctured balloon, stumbling backward a couple of steps.
The sight even made Shen Yue feel a little guilty.
She hadn’t realized how much Situ Wenyao wanted to hang out with Gu Luo.
Internally, she marveled at the depth of their friendship.
"My dearest friend, just... hurry up with your talk. I’ll... endure a little longer..." Situ Wenyao gasped dramatically, his face twisted with the solemn determination of a man marching to his doom.
...?
Gu Luo slowly raised an eyebrow, his expression morphing into pure confusion.
Endure what?
Was this even Chinese anymore?
Why couldn’t he understand a single word of this?
Situ Wenyao’s thought process was utterly baffling.
"Alright, Yue Mom, let’s head to the field first," Gu Luo said to Shen Yue, who was still blushing beside him.
He couldn’t make sense of Situ Wenyao’s nonsense right now, so he decided not to bother.
They had more important things to discuss.
"Okay."
Shen Yue nodded, following Gu Luo as they walked out of the classroom.
Left alone, Situ Wenyao muttered to himself.
"Yue Mom..."
Suddenly, his eyes lit up as if he’d stumbled upon a groundbreaking revelation.
Wait!
Hold on!
This was the perfect setup!
A golden opportunity for satisfaction!
It hit him—Shen Yue had clearly become much brighter lately, often smiling.
A far cry from her usual reserved self.
And she was the girl closest to Gu Luo, no less.
Envy of the entire female student body.
Deeper, deeper! Let the immersion continue!
Now, he was the most handsome transfer student at Guangya Academy, the campus heartthrob who never judged others by looks or physique. He openly spent time with Shen Yue, unbothered by gossip.
And under the warmth of his genuine friendship, Shen Yue had blossomed—becoming cheerful, confident, and secretly planting seeds of admiration for him in her heart.
From now on, her eyes would be fixed on him alone!!!
Ah... bliss...
Yes, this was the feeling...
Oh yes, oh YES!
Situ Wenyao shuddered with delight, the sheer novelty of this scenario sending tingles down his spine.
His dearest friend truly was the grandmaster of subtle flexing, effortlessly winning others’ deepest affections and respect without lifting a finger.
The most lethal flexes were the silent ones.
This scenario had his full approval.
The more he immersed himself, the more he grasped the profound art of his friend’s effortless superiority.
In his heart, Situ Wenyao vowed to surpass the master—to one day execute the most flawless flex of all time.
A premonition told him that day was near.
And when it came, the world would tremble before him, his brilliance undeniable!
"Hah..."
Ecstasy! Pure ecstasy!
To make the coming high even sweeter, he decided to rally the boys and taunt their rivals on the soccer field later.
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grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
