It’s unreasonable to punish students like that.

But this particular student…

There's only one reason: this student can't be touched.

But just now, he freaking cursed at me directly.

All the students in the first row heard it.

And some lowered their heads, barely able to contain their glee.

Not deal with him?

Impossible.

I...

"Well, this is the principal's intention," the drill instructor next to him reminded once more, seeing the lecturer about to blow his top.

The lecturer was stunned: "..."

The principal's intention?

In other words, the principal specifically had a school leader come to relay the message that this student 'cannot' be punished.

Could he be the principal's son?

No, why didn't anyone say so earlier if that was the case!

Forcing down his anger and the humiliation of being insulted by a student in the first row, the lecturer could only hold back, then walk up to Chen Yuan, put down the microphone, and offer a casual reminder: "You don't have to continue."

However, the words had absolutely no effect.

This kid wasn't listening at all.

He continued doing push-ups.

Closing in on the number two hundred, little by little.

This kid was too headstrong.

And more importantly, he couldn't touch him.

If he really let him finish, the next segment would seem slightly awkward, failing to achieve its educational purpose.

Nor would it illustrate the power of the collective.

It would be like promoting a lone wolf, a counter-example of an individual succeeding after breaking away from the collective.

Damn it, this kid is truly detestable.

The lecturer gnashed his teeth, staring at him fiercely.

"What's going on? This bastard doesn't seem to be lecturing..."

"What are they waiting for?"

"Someone seemed to tell him something just now."

"And it seems like he's not really enforcing discipline either."

"So many people talking, and he's not adding to the push-up count. Just now, could the school have asked something of this guy?"

"It shows the school still has some conscience."

"Then why?"

"Feels like they're protecting Chen Yuan..."

"Indeed, who makes a student with a 700 score an example of what not to do?"

"But Chen Yuan's arm strength, his core, is really awesome. I want to be his girlfriend."

"Huh? Aren't you a guy?"

The students under the stage basically understood. From the lecturer’s unfinished words, it was clear that his goal was to lead into the next segment using the fact that the platoon leaders hadn't been able to finish their push-ups despite their efforts.

But Chen Yuan had disrupted his plan.

If Chen Yuan finished, he would definitely be dumbfounded, not knowing what to do next.

It could only be said that the trolls were rejoicing.

They'd wanted to call out this stupid activity for a long time, and now someone was finally here to punish these guys.

Many students had experienced similar activities not just this time, but before as well.

Some unlucky ones had been dragged to the playground for this kind of inspirational education in elementary school, middle school, and high school.

If it was about a hundred-day sprint before the Gaokao, that would indeed be meaningful, since it was the final stretch and they had to fight hard.

But doing this now was nothing but disgusting.

Just as everyone was looking forward to it, whispers suddenly started up again…

"Just now, Yuan-shen seemed to have called that person a dumba** so he got pissed."

"Damn, that's hardcore? No wonder his neck turned red all of a sudden."

"It's so satisfying to see him embarrassed."

"Yeah, dumba**."

More and more people were talking, and the drill instructors standing in front were a little numb.

Whether to manage it or not.

They could only play dead and pretend nothing had happened.

After all, now that they weren't allowed to add penalties, simply scolding and reorganizing the formation was meaningless.

Also, that boy was truly awesome.

He'd done nearly one hundred and eighty, and his form hadn't deviated at all.

How strong did he have to be?

At this moment, the drill instructor standing near Class 18 looked at the boy showing off on the stage and gritted his teeth in anger.

When he stepped forward earlier, he hadn't even looked at him once.

It was like he didn't exist.

This was the ultimate humiliation.

He hadn't responded to any of his words.

When he returned to the formation later, he would probably ignore him again.

No.

He absolutely had to make this kid shout "Report!"

Just a student, being so arrogant, he deserved a lesson, didn't he?

………

Chen Yuan's physical fitness had been gradually improving.

During the time he played basketball using the progress bar, he discovered that it wasn't just his shooting progress that was increasing.

His physical fitness would also improve little by little due to the high-intensity games.

The same principle applied when he massaged Shen Xiao Ran.

His hand strength would become greater and greater.

And after so much time had passed, he had long become a super soldier.

He actually felt nothing when doing these two hundred push-ups.

Honestly, it would probably be the same even if he added a few hundred more.

That made sense.

How could he withstand so many high-intensity uses of superpower without sufficient physical fitness?

Not only strength, but also focus, memory, and everything else, had been enhanced in sync.

One hundred and ninety-two, one hundred and ninety-three… one hundred and ninety-nine, two hundred.

After doing the last one, Chen Yuan got up.

At this moment, he looked towards the lecturer with the iron-blue face.

This fat-headed guy was now no different from a dead pig.

"Finished," Chen Yuan said blandly.

He continued to stare at Chen Yuan coldly, as if doing so would somehow hurt him or get revenge.

Or perhaps, this expression would allow him to vent and relieve his anger.

After all, he had been despised.

"Are you mute? I'm leaving if you don't speak."

Of course, Chen Yuan wouldn't indulge him and immediately questioned him in a volume that all the students in the front row could hear.

"Damn, awesome haha."

"Diao Diao Diao." (internet slang, similar to "OP")

"So handsome, Yuan."

Having reached this point, the students below became even more uninhibited.

And the lecturer, who had been directly humiliated once again, remembered the principal's instructions and was completely helpless against Chen Yuan.

"Get down."

That’s what he wanted to say.

But he could only fantasize about it in his heart.

With this boy's temper, plus the possibility, or rather the certainty, that he was the son of a powerful figure, if he said that, he definitely wouldn't go down and might even argue with him on stage.

In that case, this event would have a 'stage accident' and get stuck here.

The appearance fee wouldn't be easy to settle.

More seriously, with the internet so developed now and people filming below, if this got out, it would be difficult for him to earn this kind of money again.

Their team mainly relied on giving speeches and selling books in various schools to make money.

If others knew that he couldn't even control a student, how would other schools invite him to come?

It wasn't that he couldn't control students; he could easily handle students like this.

He could just keep adding push-ups for any reason.

But the problem was that he was unlucky today and ran into a brick wall.

Plus, the school didn't support him, not letting him act according to his professional standards.

I lost not to you, but to your dad, understand?

After some internal ranting, the lecturer picked up the microphone and said, "The platoon leader of Class 18 has finished his push-ups and can return to the formation."

As soon as these words were spoken, the students who basically understood the situation became lively all at once.

"He's really awesome, he finished two hundred push-ups just like that."

"And this b*tch didn't dare to add extra penalties."

"Another great victory for Yuan-shen."

"Why say 'another'?"

Everyone was quite lively, but Chen Yuan knew at this time that he should restrain himself.

Indeed, he could walk past him and directly mock, "Simp, your lecture is as garbage as your life."

Doing so would 100% make him jump up and flip out.

In this way, the lecture would also be ruined.

It would be satisfying.

But it would undoubtedly add trouble to He Bao's work.

If he hadn't supported him, Chen Yuan would have made a scene. But just now, he heard in his heart that it was He Hongtao who requested that he not be messed with.

Then so be it, he would return like a general, loaded with honor.

Of course, Chen Yuan wasn't too proud.

He just hoped that this kind of broken, dross-filled activity would be abolished as soon as possible, and that the people who organized this stuff would be arrested and thrown into prison, returning the campus to a bright and clear state.

Hey, that's when his perspective rose.

Just like that, he walked directly to his class and returned to the formation.

"Did you shout 'Report' or not!"

Then, he walked to his original position.

"You, stop right there!"

Because five minutes had long passed, he didn't need to squat now and naturally stood.

"Did you hear me?!"

Unknowingly, all the students in the class looked nervously towards Chen Yuan, with expressions of worry.

Among them, Tang Siwen was the most worried.

She was even trembling slightly in fear.

And the person who had been talking all along finally appeared in front of Chen Yuan, his face flushed with anger, and the veins on his neck bulging.

Chen Yuan had actually heard him; he wasn't deaf.

The reason he didn't respond was because there was no need to pay attention.

He wasn't prejudiced against this profession; it was just that he had been a bit too loud from the start and didn't understand what politeness was, so Chen Yuan didn't need to answer.

And the constant neglect had finally made this drill instructor erupt, directly grabbing Chen Yuan's arm and pulling hard: "You get out here for me!"

Something was strange.

Why was it so easy?

This boy was taller than him, and he had also been very tough when doing push-ups just now.

But now, he had been pulled out very easily?

Just as he was suspecting this, Zhou Fu suddenly screamed, "He's hitting someone!"

Then, the next moment, several boys rushed out.

Among them, Liu Yan kicked him over with one foot.

Soon, the boys of Class 18 collectively surrounded this person, each using all their strength to 'protect' Chen Yuan.

To this, Chen Yuan, standing on the outside, simply patted the dust off his arm that had been grabbed.

And smiled inwardly.

You thought you could beat me, huh?

You just had to show off.

That's right, this was completely within Chen Yuan's expectations.

As long as he dared to make a move, these good brothers he'd made in Class 18 would definitely gang up on him.

And because of this, the entire school was in chaos.

Several drill instructors rushed over, preparing to save their colleague, but seeing the densely packed crowd, they knew that if they attacked the students at this time, they would definitely be ganged up on, so they didn't dare to approach.

The students' 'protection' of Chen Yuan continued. After waiting for a while, Zhang Chao stepped forward and pulled the students: "Alright, alright, Chen Yuan's not in danger anymore, stop it."

At this time, Chen Yuan also helped to maintain order: "Stop it, brothers, I'm fine, be careful of getting hit."

The drill instructors on the side were dumbfounded.

Our people are being unilaterally beaten, how do you guys act like you're defending yourselves?

Are these people so cautious in their words!

Just like that, the crowd dispersed.

The drill instructor wearing camouflage was curled up on the ground like a caterpillar, hugging his head, his body covered in footprints…

……

"What kind of school spirit is this! Bold and reckless! Disrespectful!"

In Director Huang's office, the lecturer slammed the table and shouted angrily.

And next to him was a drill instructor with bandages wrapped around his head, a bruised and swollen face, and blood all over the back of his hand, which had just been dabbed with iodine.

This was a major event accident.

It was the first time it was so serious.

They had fought before, but the ones who got beaten were the students.

The atmosphere in Eleventh High School was truly fierce.

"After all, the drill instructor made the first move, there's no way around it," Director Huang responded.

"How did we make the first move?" Lecturer Wang said angrily, "Did that student suffer even a scratch?"

"He wasn't injured, but the entire class attested that the drill instructor did hit someone," Director Huang said slowly.

"I didn't hit him…" the drill instructor with the swollen face wanted to speak, but speaking made his whole face hurt, so he remained silent after grimacing.

"If you didn't hit him, how would it cause public outrage? Can one person lie, and everyone else be lying?" Director Huang asked in return.

He knew that these people wanted compensation.

But they were purely dreaming.

The school might be Tier 5 (T5) when it came to asking parents for compensation.

But for all social groups, the school was definitely Tier 0 (T0).

You think you can get a penny of medical expenses from us?

Dream on.

A few hundred yuan for nutrition expenses was still possible.

"If you say so, then I understand." Glaring at Director Huang, Lecturer Wang stood up angrily and said, "I'm going to find your principal, this matter isn't over."

Director Huang had no choice but to squeeze out a smile.

Go if you want.

You can still get a few hundred yuan for nutrition expenses from me.

If you find the principal, he won't be afraid of you.

Just like that, Lecturer Wang led the injured drill instructor, very angry, towards the principal's office…

……

In the principal's office, there were only two people.

Chen Yuan, He Hongtao.

After walking in, Chen Yuan was silent, not saying a word.

And He Hongtao stretched out his hand, gesturing for him to sit.

So, Chen Yuan sat down.

He Hongtao also sat down.

But he sat directly on the desk, facing Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan knew that he had ruined this activity.

And ruining this activity, for the school, was a major teaching accident.

Honestly, Chen Yuan still felt a bit indebted.

Of course, only to He Hongtao.

So, even if He Bao criticized him angrily now, he would humbly accept it.

Just as he was thinking this, He Hongtao, leaning against the desk, crossed his arms and looked at Chen Yuan. After a long time, he said, "Don't worry, I'll settle everything for you, no matter how big it is."

(End of Chapter)