"Congratulations on achieving the achievement - 'Dragging,' facing your former goddess Li Xiaoman, you actually managed to restrain yourself from being a simp and comprehended the art of dragging. Reward: Free attribute point * 1."
Hearing the system's prompt, Wang Yue smiled. See! This is the benefit of not being a simp.
Returning home, his parents were also surprised to see Wang Yue.
"Son, you look much more spirited with a buzz cut. This is what a young man should look like."
"You're my son?"
Pan Huiying's soul-searching question made Wang Yue smile wryly.
"Mom, what nonsense are you talking about? If I'm not your son, who is?"
Pan Huiying smiled and said, "Don't keep that bowl-cut hairstyle anymore, it's so ugly. This looks great."
"Whoa, Xiao Yue, your looks are almost on par with mine!"
Wang Hu walked out of the kitchen holding a bowl, exclaiming dramatically.
"Brother, your face is quite thick too."
"What did you call me? Mom, did you hear that? Xiao Yue called me brother!!"
Wang Hu was stunned for a moment, then exclaimed with joy.
Seeing Wang Hu's happy expression, Wang Yue felt a prickle of emotion. In his past life, due to his immaturity, he felt embarrassed to have such a brother and never called him brother once.
Later, when Wang Yue got into trouble and was chased by over a dozen thugs, Wang Hu came with a cleaver and fought them. He chased them away, but he himself was severely injured and needed over twenty stitches.
It was then that Wang Yue realized that although his brother wasn't as smart as others, he was truly brave when it mattered. When it came to family, ten of him couldn't compare to Wang Hu.
"Brother, if you like hearing it, I'll call you brother from now on."
...
The next morning, Wang Yue woke up early, finished washing up, ate breakfast, and went to school.
"Haven't been to high school for over a decade. It feels so nostalgic."
Wang Yue walked on the road, even the air he breathed felt pleasant.
As he reached the school gate, Wang Yue checked the time. It was exactly 7:30 AM, and classes wouldn't start for another half hour.
Just then, he saw a familiar figure.
His deskmate - Hu Qianhao.
This kid was also a character. After graduating, he didn't go to college and started working. After many twists and turns, he got into the air conditioning repair business.
Later, as he kept repairing, he became a boss, and his subsequent development was quite good.
At a high school reunion, Hu Qianhao shared a funny story.
He was repairing an air conditioner at a client's house when the client suddenly asked halfway through, "Master, what do you do for a living?"
At that time, he didn't say anything, just glanced at the young man.
Their relationship was quite good, and they kept in touch after graduation.
During his high school days, Hu Qianhao liked to slick his hair back, which made him look spirited. However, coupled with his chubby face, it looked a bit comical.
Wang Yue walked up and patted Hu Qianhao on the shoulder.
Hu Qianhao turned his head, looked at Wang Yue, and suddenly blurted out, "Handsome guy, who the hell are you?"
"Your deskmate."
Wang Yue rolled his eyes at him.
"Oh my, who is it? It's my Brother Yue. No, did you get plastic surgery?"
Hu Qianhao's expression changed in an instant, and he said with a smile.
"Plastic surgery your big head. Can't you see I got a super cool buzz cut?"
Wang Yue said a bit narcissistically.
"Wow, this barber has good skills. It's indeed much better than your old bowl-cut."
Hu Qianhao stared at Wang Yue for a while, then suddenly looked a bit dejected. "No, Brother Yue, changing your hairstyle is like changing your whole head. I'm afraid my title as Class 1's Number One Flower Boy is in jeopardy."
"It's okay, you can be Class 1's Number One Confident Man from now on."
Wang Yue chuckled.
"Confident Man? What does that mean?"
Hu Qianhao was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened in realization. "I get it, Confident Man means the most confident man under heaven! Brother Yue, you really understand me."
Wang Yue gave him a thumbs-up. No wonder this guy was a genius. He came up with this concept more than ten years ahead of others.
Confident Man = The most confident man under heaven.
As the two entered the classroom, many students were already in their seats.
When Wang Yue walked in, his classmates were stunned for a moment. At first, they thought he was from another class, but upon closer inspection, they were all surprised.
"Hey, is that Wang Yue? How did he get so handsome?"
"It really looks like him. He's much more handsome without that bowl-cut."
"Was his appearance previously suppressed by his hairstyle?"
"After being classmates for a year, I didn't realize he was handsome!"
...
Wang Yue had excellent hearing. Hearing the discussions around him, he sat down at his seat expressionlessly, but his heart was blooming with joy.
Who wouldn't want to hear people complimenting their handsomeness?
As more students arrived, when there were ten minutes left, Zhuo Yao walked in.
Zhuo Yao's seat was in the second row, just in front of Wang Yue.
When she reached her seat and saw Wang Yue in the back, her heart suddenly fluttered. After a moment's hesitation, she said, "You, are you Wang Yue?"
Before, she felt Wang Yue wasn't worthy of being her simp, but seeing Wang Yue suddenly become handsome, Zhuo Yao's interest was piqued again.
Wang Yue ignored Zhuo Yao and took out his history textbook to review.
"You!"
Zhuo Yao was a bit angry and turned her head, thinking, "It seems Gu Zhi and Wang Yucheng didn't teach this guy a good enough lesson. I'll find an opportunity to deal with him again. How dare he be arrogant in front of me?"
With five minutes left, Gu Zhi and Wang Yucheng also entered the classroom.
When their eyes met Wang Yue's, Wang Yucheng trembled all over, his body becoming much stiffer.
Gu Zhi, however, had a somber expression, hatred burning in his eyes. But he dared not look for too long and walked to the back row with his head down.
"Brother Yue, have you noticed that Gu Zhi and Wang Yucheng seem a bit strange today?"
Hu Qianhao whispered.
"How are they strange?"
"They seem much more reserved."
Wang Yue chuckled inwardly. Of course, they'd be reserved. After all, they were severely beaten by him on Saturday.
Soon, the class bell rang.
The first class was English. The English teacher was a middle-aged woman in her 40s, but she was dressed very stylishly, and her perfume could be smelled from afar.
Regarding English, Wang Yue had majored in International Trade in college, so he had studied it extensively. He found the content taught by the English teacher so basic that he felt like dozing off.
So, Wang Yue started to get distracted, bringing up the system panel to study.
"Since I'm idle, why not try a lottery draw?"
Wang Yue originally wanted to save up for multiple draws, but he was too bored now, so he decided to use the skill book.
"Congratulations on obtaining the skill - English Oral Fluency (Novice)."
Being a white-quality skill, Wang Yue was a bit disappointed, but it was better than nothing.
Soon, the pronunciation techniques and related knowledge for English oral fluency were imprinted in his mind. Now Wang Yue could speak with a fluent American or British accent.
The English teacher, Hao Lan, noticed Wang Yue's distraction, slammed her book shut, and said with an unfriendly expression, "We'll have a live simulation now. I'll pick a student to simulate ordering food at a restaurant with me."
"Wang Yue."