graduating from junior high!Zeng Quanming wanted to say something overly aggressive but, unfortunately, the children were present and it wouldn’t be appropriate for him to directly attack them. He co...Chapter 60: Three Strokes

There might be a situation where you always feel like there's something missing in your heart, as if you've forgotten something extremely important but can't seem to recall it. It's only when the actual event occurs that you suddenly realize.

Whether it is from dreams or reality.

Su Cen was awoken from his nightmares with a lingering fear of the unreality of rebirth, while in reality, he often felt like something significant would happen but couldn't quite put his finger on what. Despite having experiences from the future, Su Cen could not predict everything; this is beyond doubt because the human brain isn’t like a computer that flawlessly retrieves vast amounts of stored information. Even things closely related to his rebirth over the past eleven years were not firmly committed to memory. Therefore, many details about life before his rebirth were largely forgotten by Su Cen.

At times he even doubted whether his previous life was merely a dream, and that this current reality is truly where everything began. He isn’t reincarnated but rather, a prophet.

To keep such a big secret, one always has to be very mysterious and low-key; Su Cen is just like that. He possesses an invaluable treasure, yet he must use it in ways that align with his interests reasonably.

When Chen Cong beat Ma Xiao in front of him, it was something that Su Cen didn't need to intervene in at all. With Xiao Rihua present, and such an event unfolding, the consequences for Chen Cong were unlikely to be favorable; this incident might even drag Xiao Rihua into trouble. If things went badly enough, news could spread further, tarnishing Shi Zhong’s reputation with allegations of student dating and jealousy leading to violence.

All of these possibilities flashed through Su Cen's mind like lightning, connecting back to his future recollections.

In this instant, many events were like a series of film frames rapidly passing over his cerebral cortex. Details from life surged before him: classmates collecting donations for bone cancer treatments across the entire school; his rankings in sports meets; the location where he first received and spent New Year’s money on fireworks...

In this situation, Su Cen remembered an incident that took place in 1998 which might have been significant for Xiashi City but was not a big deal to them.

The First Middle School of the city seemed to have witnessed a murder case involving students. The circumstances appeared to involve a dispute over jealousy, resulting in one student being stabbed and subsequently dying despite medical efforts to save him.

This incident did not surface on that year's Xiashi City media because it was suppressed by the First Middle School with full force. Just like how, during an era when internet wasn't well-developed, some student suicides were locally stifled to avoid a widespread social uproar, everything that happened at the First Middle School remained under seal. This event also became known to later generations through Su Cen's knowledge, due to the deceased being a classmate of Xue Yiyang, who passed on the information orally.

Having been reborn, he unconsciously forgot about these trivial matters but now, looking at things with fresh eyes, Su Cen suddenly remembered them.

The students present might carry this incident as a shadowy memory that they can't shake off in their future lives. If there were nightmares, such nightmares could haunt many people for the rest of their lives.

"Stop! Which grade are you from What's going on here" Xiao Rihua started by asking which grade the intruder was from, clearly recognizing Chen Chong as not being from their grade. For a senior student to act so brazenly and disregard teachers when entering a classroom to assault someone, wasn't this an extreme tragedy of quality education! Who were these kind of students!

Right as Xiao Rihua was about to sternly ask "Who is your homeroom teacher" Chen Chong inexplicably gave a sinister smile. Such a smile would give anyone goosebumps. Regardless of whether a high school student was rebellious or frequently involved in fights, when it came to physical confrontation, everyone had at least three parts fear; this was an inherent self-preservation instinct that humans are born with.

But now, in Chen Chong's eyes, there was no such fear. His eyeballs were bloodshot, and his demeanor seemed... insane.

With a flick of the wrist, a glint of cold steel reflected off a column of light into the classroom, catching everyone’s eyes; it was a knife—a folding blade about half a foot long and two inches wide with willow-leaf lines. With a shake, it "whooshed" open.

The sound was not loud, but at this moment in Class 5, it brought a chill to everyone's hearts as if they had been plunged into an ice pit.

Xiao Rihua stood there dumbfounded. Regardless of how righteous he appeared in front of his students or how much he boasted about the audacious and lawless deeds of his youth, at this moment, faced with the chilling blade, he first and foremost felt like a human being who thought about safety and the threat to life before remembering that he was also a people's teacher.

Therefore, when Chen Cong drew out his knife, everyone around him froze, paralyzed and motionless like Norwegian salmon. Their retinas witnessed this scene, but their bodies were numb, akin to rows of straw dummies in a wheat field.

Chen Cong moved quickly; the first slash at a thirty-five-degree angle slashed across Ma Xiaoshi's wrist with a "swoosh," and the sound of the blade hitting bone echoed out. There was no scene of blood splattering as expected — when Ma Xiaoshi clutched his hand and took a step back, his sleeve suddenly darkened inexplicably due to the blood seeping through the nylon fabric of his Bongway jacket.

Ma Xiaoshi felt no pain but couldn't control his fingers anymore.

The second slash was raised up and delivered obliquely. Terrified, Ma Xiaoshi raised his uninjured right hand to block it — a crisp "crack" sounded as the knife sliced through the bare skin of his arm, revealing a deep wound with bone visible and pale tendons, with blood yet to gush out.

This entire scene unfolded before the eyes of every student in Class 5. Helplessly, everyone was forced to witness this shocking moment akin to poison: Xiao Rihua's face contorted; his voice rasped as he tried to shout something but found that his throat felt like it was filled with countless grains of sand, preventing him from making a sound. His legs were trembling violently, soft and weak like they had just climbed a seven-hundred-meter mountain.

A ghastly thought flashed through his mind: "It's over... Class 5 is finished... City No.1 High School is doomed...!"

Chen Cong's eyes were filled with an overwhelming thirst for blood, distorting his features; he might have been twitching uncontrollably himself, but Chen Cong no longer cared. He was now focused solely on the essence and techniques of knife play — frenzied and uninhibited in execution, providing a rush that melded with Ran Yu's break-up to wound him deeply, creating an addiction to this murderous frenzy.

The hilt was clenched and retracted, the blade curved forward to point at his abdomen; with the third strike imminent, no one doubted that the tip of the knife could pierce through Maomao's thin jacket, reaching his vital organs.

Xue Yiyang stared dumbfoundedly as this scene unfolded. Simultaneously, he watched in disbelief how Su Cen reacted after those two lightning-fast strikes; bending down, he grabbed the middle section of a long bench and swung it around before flinging it with all his might.

The wind rushed past when Chen Chong launched his third strike, but in that split second, everything happened so quickly. By the time Su Cen reacted, the bench had been thrown just right.

Instinctively, Chen Chong looked over and saw a rapidly expanding black wooden board bench hurtling toward him across the space!

Hurtled by the spinning chair in mid-air, Chen Chong was forced to collide with the wall; the bench crashed heavily onto the ground, causing the entire teaching building to shudder.

With eyes bloodshot from rage and pain, he shifted his target toward Su Cen, pushing off with a kick to charge at him furiously.

The knife rushed straight towards Su Cen. All his memories of martial arts novels and fighting techniques did not provide an effective way to counter this strike; thus, he could only grip tightly onto Chen Chong's wrist in that moment, causing the knife's momentum to stall momentarily. Yet, it was just a momentary pause; like in a tug-of-war, it quickly resumed its speed, piercing into Su Cen's waist with searing pain.

Su Cen sucked in a sharp breath, his vision blurring. He could see the crowd gathered by Class 5’s backdoor and Xiao Rihua swinging a table at Chen Chong.

"...Damn it!" With all his strength, Su Cen managed to shout this last phrase as he collapsed utterly exhausted.ndmills like Don Quixote in front of a beautiful girl was undeniably embarrassing.It's Lin Luoran!Su Can still remembered this woman’s proud demeanor. Fortunately, he had no intention of getting close...