The happiness of migrant workers and female college students

"Song Yan, is this? Young Master Xue requests your presence. Come with us!" Just as Song Yan stepped out of the classroom, two tall boys approached him, heads held high and strutting arrogantly.
Song Yan was slightly taken aback. This so-called Young Master Xue was supposed to be one of the school's four notorious bullies, and he seemed to have no connection with him whatsoever. Why was he looking for him?
"Stop dawdling! Hurry up and go!" Seeing him standing there in a daze, one of the boys gave him a shove.
"Okay, I'll go with you now." Song Yan nodded meekly and followed behind the two tall boys.
In the grove of trees beside the school playground, a long-haired boy stood with his hands in his pockets, his back to Song Yan. Two students flanking Song Yan respectfully said to him, "Young Master Xue, we've brought this kid here."
The long-haired boy slowly turned around, his gaze slightly sharp, a hint of arrogance in his eyes. Suddenly, a playful smile appeared on his lips, and he beckoned to Song Yan with his index finger: "Song Yan, do you know why we called you here?"
Song Yan shook his head in confusion: "No."
Xue Yuancheng's playful smile deepened: "Slap yourself twice first, then I'll tell you what's going on."
Hearing this, Song Yan's expression changed slightly, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes. He had always kept a low profile at school, but that didn't mean he could be bullied.
"Young Master Xue, I've never offended you. Aren't you going too far?"
"So what if I'm going too far?" Xue Yuancheng scoffed. "A poor loser like you, I could crush a lot of you with a single finger. I slapped myself twice earlier, but now I've changed my mind. I'll kneel down and slap myself ten times as a reward for talking back."
Song Yan stood still, but anger flashed in his eyes. This Xue Yuancheng was simply too much.
"Damn it, Young Master Xue told you to kneel down, why are you still standing there!" One of Xue Yuancheng's henchmen kicked Song Yan's shin, intending to knock him to the ground.
Enough was enough!
Song Yan was furious. He took a step forward, dodging the attack, and stared coldly at him. "Don't push me!"
"Oh ho! You dare to dodge? You've got some nerve!" Wang Fei said mockingly, then pounced on Song Yan and slapped him across the face.
Xue Yuancheng put his hands back in his pockets, smiling as he watched the scene unfold. His two henchmen were both skilled fighters; since Song Yan was being so ungrateful, he'd make him suffer more.
The other henchman remained rooted to the spot, believing Wang Fei alone was more than capable of handling Song Yan.
Just as Wang Fei's hand was about to strike Song Yan's cheek, Song Yan suddenly stepped back, dodging Wang Fei's hand. Then, he swiftly and decisively slapped Wang Fei across the face.
"Slap!"
A crisp, clean slap rang out, followed by Wang Fei staggering back a few steps, staring at Song Yan with disbelief. He hadn't expected Song Yan to not only dare to retaliate but also deliver a hard slap.
The burning pain on his cheek filled him with rage and anger, his eyes reddening slightly: "You bastard, I'll kill you!"
Wang Fei roared, charging at Song Yan again, his right arm swinging out, aiming straight for Song Yan's face.
Seeing this, Song Yan narrowed his eyes slightly and suddenly kicked out.
"Bang!"
Wang Fei, kicked in the abdomen, flew through the air and fell two meters away.
"Useless trash, can't even handle a poor loser, both of you come at me together!" Xue Yuancheng shouted coldly from the side.
The other follower helped Wang Fei up, glared at Song Yan with an unfriendly expression, and then rushed towards him from the left and right.
One punch was still aimed at Song Yan's cheek, while the other kick was viciously aimed at his groin.
"Looking for death!"
Song Yan shouted lightly, and leaped out, directly between the two, his two arms lashing out like two whips.
"Bang! Bang!"
The two boys who were hit in the chest by his arms staggered backward, then fell to the ground with a thud, clutching their chests, feeling a little breathless, and looking at Song Yan with a hint of fear.
Song Yan turned around, stared coldly at the slightly panicked Xue Yuancheng, and stepped towards him.
"Stop right there! Don't come any closer!" Xue Yuancheng shouted.
But Song Yan ignored him. He walked up to Xue Yuancheng, grabbed him by the neck, and slapped him twice across the face, the sound echoing loudly.
Releasing Xue Yuancheng, Song Yan took two steps back, staring at him and asking, "Tell me, why are you causing me trouble?"
"You dare hit me! Do you know who I am?" Xue Yuancheng didn't answer Song Yan, but glared at him venomously.
Suddenly, Song Yan stepped forward, grabbed Xue Yuancheng's neck again, and slapped him several more times, a fierce glint in his eyes, demanding, "Xue Yuancheng, don't test my patience! Tell me, why are you causing me trouble!"
Meeting Song Yan's beast-like gaze, Xue Yuancheng felt a surge of fear: "It's...it's because of Xiang Feifei!"
Hearing this name, Song Yan was slightly taken aback. He hadn't expected Xue Yuancheng to be standing up for Xiang Feifei. A woman in a white long dress, with a pure, lotus-like aura, flashed through his mind.
Xiang Feifei, the elegant school beauty of Sheng Ye Middle School, is an art student who rarely comes to school. Even so, she has many admirers.
Song Yan vividly remembers Xiang Feifei playing a guzheng piece in a white dress at Sheng Ye Middle School's New Year's Eve party last year. Her elegant and aloof demeanor was like that of a fairy stepping out of a painting. That night, she almost captivated everyone present and left a very deep impression on him.
Yesterday, he accidentally bumped into Xiang Feifei while going downstairs. It seems Xue Yuancheng stood up for Xiang Feifei because of this.
"Did Xiang Feifei send you?" Song Yan asked, looking down at Xue Yuancheng.
"No, no, I came on my own. Xiang Feifei doesn't know about this."
Song Yan smiled and released Xue Yuancheng: "Remember, don't bother me again!"
After saying that, Song Yan turned and left. Xue Yuancheng was a rich second-generation, so he had a group of students gathered around him, but he didn't take him seriously.
Watching Song Yan leave arrogantly, Xue Yuancheng almost ground his teeth to powder.
Saint Night Middle School, Class 9, Grade 12.
Class teacher Yan Weimin stormed into the classroom, slamming his textbook down on the desk. The atmosphere instantly became tense.
Yan Weimin's gaze fell on a tall boy sleeping on his desk in the last row. His anger could no longer be contained, and he coldly shouted,
"Song Yan, stand up!"
Song Yan stood up, rubbing his sleepy eyes, and looked at Yan Weimin blankly, asking, "Teacher Yan, what's wrong?"
Seeing Song Yan's appearance, Yan Weimin's anger flared even more. He roared, "I want to ask you what happened! Why did you fight? The teachers from Class 3 have already come to complain! Your poor grades are already dragging the whole class down, and now you're ruining the class's reputation! I think you're becoming more and more hopeless!" Upon
hearing this, Song Yan immediately realized that Xue Yuancheng must have complained to the teacher, and his opinion of Xue Yuancheng worsened.
"Song Yan!!"
Yan Weimin's voice rose several decibels, his gaze towards him becoming more hostile: "This is my last warning to you. If you continue to disobey, I will definitely recommend to the principal that you be expelled."
"Understood," Song Yan replied, head bowed.
"Sit down." Seeing Song Yan's hopeless expression, Yan Weimin felt a deep disgust and secretly decided that if this kid continued to be so oblivious, he would definitely recommend to the principal that he be expelled.
"Yes."
Song Yan responded and sat down again. He wanted to continue sleeping, but after thinking about it, he decided not to provoke Old Yan any further.
On the podium, Yan Weimin once again gave his usual lecture, explaining the importance of the college entrance examination and urging everyone to study hard and strive to get into a good university.
Song Yan, male, seventeen years old, 1.82 meters tall, a local of Xiangcheng City, was a student in Class 9 of the third year of high school at Shengye Middle School. His grades were poor, and he was disliked by his teachers, especially his homeroom teacher, Yan Weimin.
His parents died in a car accident when he was ten years old, and he now lived with his uncle, Song Shize. His uncle was currently the deputy director of the Xiangcheng City Education Bureau, a deputy division-level cadre.
That's why the school could tolerate the existence of a poor student like him. Of course, his uncle had put in a lot of effort to get him into Sheng Ye Middle School, the best in the city and even quite famous in Yanhuang Kingdom.
Song Yan was grateful to his uncle; without him, with his terrible middle school entrance exam scores, he would never have been able to get into Sheng Ye Middle School.
His uncle had never skimped on his food, clothing, or even pocket money. For this reason, he kept a low profile at school, not wanting to cause his uncle any more trouble.
However, he found it difficult to consider his uncle's house as his own because of his sharp-tongued aunt.
When his uncle was home, his aunt was always kind to him, but once his uncle was away, she became cold and would often criticize him with sharp words. He was at an age where he couldn't tolerate any dissent, so he resented his aunt very much. This was also why he chose to live at school.
After school, Song Yan put his schoolbag in the dormitory and walked alone to his uncle's house.
Today was Friday; there were no classes tomorrow or the day after.
The Ministry of Education of Yanhuang State has explicit regulations prohibiting schools from using weekends for supplementary classes; any violation will result in a hefty fine.
Therefore, even with only three months until the college entrance examination, schools will still have weekends off on time.
Actually, Song Yan didn't want to go to his uncle's house, but his uncle insisted, and he couldn't refuse his kindness.
His uncle lived in the upscale Zijingyuan residential area. Yanhuang State treats civil servants very well; his uncle, a deputy director-level official, earns over a million yuan a year including bonuses and benefits.
"Knock knock."
Song Yan knocked on his uncle's door.
A beautiful, tall young girl opened the door. Upon seeing Song Yan standing outside, she turned and left.
The girl's name was Song Xue, his cousin. Only sixteen years old, she was already over 1.75 meters tall, a typical model's figure. It must be said, the Song family has excellent genes; the boys are tall and handsome, and the girls are tall and beautiful.
Moreover, Song Xue was also a student at Shengye Middle School, also a senior, but compared to him, her grades were worlds apart, far surpassing his.
Perhaps influenced by his aunt, Song Xue was always very cold towards her cousin. She never greeted him when they bumped into each other at school, and even if he greeted her first, she usually ignored him.
Song Yan changed his shoes and glanced around the living room, but didn't see his uncle. He asked, "Xiao Xue, where's Uncle? Hasn't he come home from work yet?"
"Something came up at work, he won't be back," Song Xue replied coldly.
"Oh," Song Yan responded, wanting to turn and leave. He felt pressured interacting with this mother and daughter.
Ten minutes later, Song Yan was eating silently with his bowl in hand when his aunt, Yang Yanli, suddenly put down her chopsticks, her voice accusatory, "Song Yan, did you get into a fight?"
"Yes," Song Yan nodded silently. He hadn't expected his aunt to know about it. Had Song Xue told on him? The news of him hitting Xue Yuancheng before school ended had spread throughout the school.
"You're getting more and more outrageous! Do you know how much effort your uncle put into getting you into Shengye Middle School? Can't you just relax and stop tarnishing his reputation?"
"I know, I won't do it again," Song Yan said in a low voice, but he felt inexplicably aggrieved.
After dinner, Song Yan left his uncle's house in a sullen mood, his aunt's scolding still echoing in his ears.
Walking back to his dormitory, a sense of confusion filled his eyes. He didn't know where his future lay.
With his terrible grades, he couldn't even get into the worst vocational college. However, he knew that if he asked, his uncle would find a way to get him into a good university, no matter how difficult it was.
But he didn't want to trouble his uncle anymore. The driver who killed his parents years ago had fled and hadn't been caught yet. Therefore, he hadn't received a penny of compensation. So, for the past seven years, his uncle had paid for his food, clothing, and school fees. Perhaps that was why his aunt disliked him so much.
He didn't want to be a burden on his uncle anymore, and he didn't want to live under someone else's roof.
To be honest, he also wanted to study hard and get into a good university, but he was really not cut out for studying; his head would spin as soon as he touched the knowledge in textbooks.
"If only I were a top student... Oh well, after the college entrance exam, I'll go to another city to work and repay my uncle's kindness when I have the chance!" Song Yan thought to himself.
"Ouch, who hit me!"
Suddenly, Song Yan felt something hit his head, followed by a "clink" sound. A silver ring bounced off his head and fell to the ground, rolling a distance before stopping.
Bending down to pick up the ring, Song Yan subconsciously looked around. The place was relatively secluded, and there were no other pedestrians. So where did this ring come from?
Did it fall from the sky?
The ring's design was very ordinary; it was probably pure silver, with no other patterns on the surface, only the Arabic numeral "1".
But looking at the number "1", Song Yan's mind became hazy, and a distant voice faintly echoed in his ears: "The Galaxy Ring has successfully bound itself to its host, Song Yan. Activation is now in progress...!" [
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Sheng Ye Middle School, boys' dormitory, room 302.
Song Yan sat on the edge of his bed, his eyes wide open, staring intently at the void in front of him, where a progress bar was located. The progress bar was now at ninety-nine percent.
"Ding, Galaxy Ring successfully activated. Entering the system interface."
The progress bar disappeared, and a simple black and white interface appeared in Song Yan's field of vision:
Host: Song Yan
Level: 1
Physical Strength: 130 points
Mental Strength: 60 points
Skills: Basic Physical Techniques Supernatural
Powers: Unknown
Popularity: 9 points
The attribute bar occupied more than half of the interface, and the remaining space displayed a seven-colored disc with a large "Award" character in the center.
Suddenly, the interface disappeared, and an adorable white kitten popped up: "Hello host, I'm Meow, the ring sprite. It's my pleasure to serve you."
Looking at the cute kitten, Song Yan was stunned for a moment before asking, "Meow, what's going on?"
"It's simple. You're very lucky to have become the host of the Galaxy Ring Number One. This is a very powerful auxiliary system."
Song Yan's eyes lit up: "Can the system help me become a top student?"
"Of course!"
"Can the system help me become the world's richest man?"
"Of course!"
"Can the system help me win over beautiful girls?"
"Of course!"
"Yay! That's great!" Hearing Meow's answer, Song Yan couldn't help but dance with joy, already fantasizing about becoming a CEO with the system's help, marrying a beautiful and wealthy woman, and reaching the pinnacle of life.
"Host, the ring system is giving you one chance to draw a prize. Would you like to use it?" Meow's voice rang out again, pulling Song Yan back from his fantasy world.
"What's this prize draw?" Song Yan asked.
Meow answered seriously, "You can draw a prize as long as you accumulate enough fame points. Currently, you only need to accumulate 20 fame points to draw a prize."
"What are fame points?" Song Yan asked curiously.
"Fame points are the amount of fame you have. For example, if you're very good at fighting, as long as one person acknowledges or admires you, you'll gain one fame point."
"I see." Song Yan suddenly understood.
"Meow, can I draw a prize now?"
"Yes!"
Meow disappeared, and the screen returned to the simple black and white interface.
"Host, you just need to tap the 'prize' character in the center of the lottery disc with your finger, and the disc will draw a prize!" Meow reminded him.
"Got it." Song Yan stretched out his finger and tapped the "prize" character on the disc. Instantly, the "prize" character disappeared, and a pointer appeared.
At the same time, seven different colored squares appeared around the pointer.
Then, the pointer spun rapidly, finally stopping in front of a red square. To Song Yan's surprise, the four golden characters "Unforgettable" appeared on the red square.
"Whoosh!"
Suddenly, the four characters "Unforgettable" melted away, turning into a golden light that flew into Song Yan's brow, but he didn't feel any change in himself.
Then, Song Yan noticed a change in the supernatural abilities section of his attribute panel:
Supernatural Ability: Unforgettable (Beginner)
"Meow, how do I use this supernatural ability, Unforgettable?" Song Yan asked Meow again.
"Just silently recite 'Unforgettable' in your mind!" Meow replied.
"Photographic memory!"
Song Yan silently recited in his mind, then quickly grabbed an English book and began memorizing words.
A minute later, Song Yan closed the English book, closed his eyes, and recalled the more than one hundred words he had just memorized. He found that all one hundred words were vividly clear in his mind.
"What amazing photographic memory!" Song Yan couldn't help but praise.
"Host, photographic memory is only the lowest level of first-grade divine ability, and it's still beginner level. Therefore, it can only be used for two hours a day." A meowing voice sounded at the right time.
"Only two hours!" Song Yan was a little disappointed, but soon, he picked up the English book again and began memorizing words. Even if he only had two hours a day, as long as he used it well, he might be able to get into a top university in the college entrance examination. For a moment, he felt more hopeful for the future.
Two hours later, Song Yan closed the English book again. In just two hours, he had memorized all the words and grammar in the entire book.
He closed his eyes and recalled them, and not a single word was missed.
"Hehe!" The next moment, Song Yan couldn't help but laugh out loud: "With the ring system, my life of turning the tables begins from this moment!"
On Saturday and Sunday, Song Yan used his photographic memory ability again, memorizing the words and grammar from two more books.
Monday.
As usual, Song Yan got up at six o'clock and ran five laps on the playground before going to the cafeteria for breakfast.
While eating, he couldn't help but bring up the system interface, looking at the numbers in the physical fitness and mental strength sections, he asked in his mind: "Meow, what do these two numbers represent?"
Meow's voice directly rang in his mind: "A healthy adult has 100 points of physical fitness and 100 points of mental strength. Physical fitness is a comprehensive number of human speed, strength, endurance, jumping ability, etc., while mental strength is a comprehensive value of memory, comprehension, judgment, etc."
"Damn, my mental strength is only 60, no wonder I'm a bad student!" Song Yan said somewhat dejectedly.
Suddenly, a thought struck him: "Meow, how can I improve my mental strength?"
Meow replied, "The ring system has techniques for cultivating mental strength, which can be obtained through the lottery system!"
Looking at the "9" displayed in the fame value column, Song Yan felt a bit bitter. Wasn't this forcing him to show off? This was somewhat inconsistent with his principle of keeping a low profile.
"It seems that besides being good at fighting, I don't have any other skills right now. How can I become famous?" Song Yan thought with some distress.
After breakfast, Song Yan returned to his dormitory, picked up his schoolbag, and headed to the classroom. Along the way, he was still thinking about how to improve his fame value.
Morning self-study was English class. The English teacher was Han Sha, a high-achieving student who had returned from studying abroad. She was only twenty-five years old, not only beautiful but also very patient with her students. She even showed no discrimination against poor students like Song Yan, making her very popular among the students. Of course, many boys also considered her their dream girl.
As soon as he sat down, his deskmate Li Lei leaned close with his chubby face and whispered, "Song Yan, tonight at eight o'clock, 'Genesis Kingdom' will have its open beta test. How about we go play after school?" "
Genesis Kingdom" is a 3D online game that's been hyped for a long time, endorsed by the popular Yanhuang Kingdom star Murong Xinyue, and highly anticipated by players.
"Okay, let's go after school." While speaking, Song Yan took out his English study materials and started reading seriously.
Seeing Song Yan's focused reading, Li Lei was a little surprised. Wasn't Song Yan usually sleeping on his desk?
"Song Yan, are you sick?"
"You're the one who's sick! Study hard!" Song Yan glared at Li Lei, then returned his gaze to his materials.
"Tch!"
Li Lei scoffed, secretly thinking Song Yan was just putting on an act. He thought to himself, "Let's see how long you can keep up this act."
To Li Lei's surprise, Song Yan was diligently studying his materials until the end of morning self-study. Even after class, he didn't leave his seat, still intently studying.
Knowing his mental strength was insufficient, Song Yan decided to use a brute-force method: his photographic memory to memorize the English textbook and materials.
This photographic memory refreshed every night at midnight, and once activated, it lasted for two hours without interruption. Song Yan didn't want to waste this precious time.
In the first period, English teacher Han Sha walked in carrying a stack of test papers.
"Students, this test is closest to last year's college entrance exam questions. I hope you all do it carefully!"
Entering senior year, there were small tests every day and big tests every three days. Everyone was used to exams, so this English test wasn't surprising.
Upon hearing this, Song Yan's eyes gleamed with eager anticipation. He had memorized so many words and grammar rules; he wondered how much his English exam score would improve this time.
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The English exam is out of 150 points. Song Yan remembered his best score was 75, meaning his best result was just shy of passing.
The exam papers still smelled faintly of ink. After writing his name, Song Yan didn't immediately start answering the questions. Instead, he glanced at them and found that most of them weren't too difficult. He took
a deep breath and began working on the questions.
He finished two pages in one go, feeling incredibly refreshed. He stretched and stretched his slightly sore neck before continuing.
Little did he know, a pair of eyes were fixed on him.
In Han Sha's memory, Song Yan always frowned and bit his pen during exams. This was the first time she had seen him answer questions so smoothly.
"Could he just be filling in the answers randomly?"
she wondered, feeling a little disappointed, but unable to resist her curiosity, she went to stand in the last row.
Only twenty minutes into the exam, Song Yan had already finished two pages and started on the third.
Then, her gaze fell on Song Yan's answers. After a quick glance, a look of surprise flashed across her face, because Song Yan's accuracy rate was over ninety percent.
"How could this be?"
She subconsciously thought that Song Yan might have already taken the test, but she immediately dismissed the idea. She had only prepared the questions last night and printed them out this morning; there was no possibility of a leak. Besides, it was just a regular exam, and there was no reason for him to steal a test paper.
To find the reason, Han Sha became entrenched near Song Yan's desk.
Song Yan knew Han Sha was there because she had a unique fragrance, a light and elegant scent that was very pleasant.
At first, he was a little nervous, but gradually, he became engrossed in answering the questions, even forgetting Han Sha's presence.
Han Sha, on the other hand, was increasingly surprised because Song Yan had already finished all the questions except for the essay. She made a rough estimate in her mind, and the score was already above 90. If she added the essay score, it shouldn't be difficult to reach 100.
As far as she knew, Song Yan had never passed an English exam.
Teachers generally disliked Song Yan, a problem student. Even his homeroom teacher, Yan Weimin, privately admitted that Song Yan was a "rotten apple," someone who dragged down the overall performance of Class 9.
But Han Sha disagreed. In her view, there were no stupid students, only students unwilling to learn. Therefore, she was always patient with her students and focused on cultivating their interests.
After Song Yan finished his essay, Han Sha quietly left. While Song Yan's essay wasn't particularly praiseworthy, it was at least grammatically correct and vocabulary-wise sound. Even the strictest teacher would give it 15 points, and with a more lenient approach, 20 points wouldn't be impossible!
After the exam, Han Sha returned to her office with the test papers. She first took out Song Yan's paper to correct.
After finishing, looking at the score, she couldn't help but smile with satisfaction. The score wasn't amazing, but it was a significant improvement over Song Yan's usual grades.
Suddenly, an idea struck her—she wanted to ask Song Yan why his grades had improved so much.
After finishing his English exam, Song Yan went to the restroom to relieve himself. Subconsciously, he brought up the system interface, and suddenly his eyes widened in surprise. He noticed a change in his reputation score; it had increased from 9 to 10. It
seemed he hadn't done anything particularly remarkable today.
"Could it be Teacher Han Sha?" Song Yan thought. It seemed his exam score had improved considerably, otherwise Teacher Han Sha wouldn't have recognized his abilities.
"Haha, I wonder if my classmates will recognize my abilities after this exam!"
For a moment, Song Yan was looking forward to the results being released.
It seemed the last period this afternoon was also English; perhaps the results would be announced that afternoon.
Thinking of this, Song Yan's mood became exceptionally cheerful, and he even hummed a little tune.
On the third floor, a pair of eyes stared hatefully at Song Yan as he emerged from the restroom, muttering to himself, "Song Yan, after school today, I'll show you the consequences of offending me!"
As Song Yan eagerly awaited, the last class of the day finally arrived. The beautiful teacher, Han Sha, walked into the classroom carrying a revised English test paper.
Her gaze lingered on Song Yan for a moment before she spoke, "Overall, this test wasn't very good, but a few students performed exceptionally well!
Song Yan, please come up and get your test paper."
"Okay."
Song Yan stood up from his seat, went to the podium, and took his test paper from the smiling Han Sha, instinctively glancing at the score.
"A full 106 points!"
Although this score was only average in the class, he had only used his photographic memory to memorize the textbooks for the second and third years of high school. If he could also memorize the first year of high school and junior high, his grades would definitely improve significantly.
"Does everyone know how many points Song Yan got this time?" Han Sha asked the students below.
Everyone knew Song Yan's grades were terrible, and hearing Han Sha's question, they instinctively assumed that Song Yan's score must have hit an all-time low.
"It can't be zero, can it?"
"I guess five!"
"I guess twenty!"
Hearing the cacophony of voices below, Song Yan was speechless. These guys really underestimated him!
Han Sha's voice rang out again: "Alright, students, you're all wrong. Song Yan scored 106 points this time, making him the biggest improver in this exam!"
"106 points? How is that possible?"
"He must have cheated!"
"Damn, Song Yan actually got 106 points! He must have hit the jackpot!"
Hearing the students' doubts, Han Sha was somewhat amused and said loudly, "Students, I can assure you, Song Yan absolutely did not cheat, because I watched him answer the questions the entire time!"
"What?"
The students trusted Han Sha's assurance completely, and many of them looked surprised, staring at Song Yan in disbelief.
"Song Yan, we hope you'll keep up the good work. Please return to your seat!"
As soon as Song Yan returned to his seat, Li Lei approached again, surprised, "Wow, kid, you've really made a name for yourself!"
Song Yan smiled but didn't say much, because he had already accessed the system interface.
Looking at the simple black and white interface, he felt a strange sense of familiarity, because his reputation score had changed again, from 10 to 23.
This meant he could participate in the second lottery.
After the test papers were handed out, Han Sha explained several difficult questions.
The school bell rang, and Li Lei excitedly said to Song Yan, "Let's go to the internet cafe!"
"The server doesn't open until eight. You go first, I'll come find you later," Song Yan replied dismissively, because he couldn't wait to participate in the second lottery.
He had won the "Photographic Memory" ability the first time; what would he win the second time?
Soon, only Song Yan remained in the classroom. He quickly accessed the system interface and tapped the large "Prize" icon on the lottery wheel.
Immediately, the pointer appeared and spun rapidly, finally settling on a yellow square.
In the classroom of Class 9, Grade 12, Song Yan stared intently at the empty space before him. The lottery pointer stopped on the yellow square, and his heart pounded with excitement.
A flash of light appeared, and four words appeared on the yellow square: Intermediate Physical Skills.
Then, the four words melted away, transforming into a golden ray that entered Song Yan's brow.
"Ugh!"
Song Yan let out a muffled groan. This time, not only did his head feel throbbing, but his body also felt as if it had inflated, making him extremely uncomfortable.
One minute.
Two minutes.
Five minutes.
The strange discomfort receded like a tide, and Song Yan felt a surge of fighting knowledge in his mind, along with an explosive power within his body.
With a thought, he punched the wall.
"Crack!"
A tile on the wall shattered, its fragments falling to the ground with a clatter.
"So strong!"
Song Yan murmured to himself, rubbing his fist.
He brought up the system interface again; the skills section had changed again, from Basic Physical Skills to Intermediate Physical Skills.
The physical and mental stats also changed. Physical stats increased from 130 to 500, while mental stats only increased by 10 points, reaching 70.
"Meow, how many levels are there in physical techniques?" Song Yan asked in his mind.
Meow's voice echoed in Song Yan's mind: "There are four levels: beginner, intermediate, advanced, and strongest.
Beginner physical techniques allow you to fight ten opponents, intermediate physical techniques allow you to fight a hundred, advanced physical techniques allow you to fight five hundred, and strongest physical techniques allow you to fight eight hundred!
Of course, this is on the premise that your opponents are all ordinary people."
"Hehe, that's great! Fighting a hundred! I never thought I'd be this powerful!" Hearing Meow's explanation, Song Yan couldn't help but chuckle.
Near the gate of Sheng Ye Middle School, Xue Yuancheng sat by the window in a cold drink shop, his gaze occasionally sweeping across the school gate, his eyes filled with anticipation.
Outside the school gate, six young men dressed differently from students squatted on the ground smoking. Whenever a pretty girl walked out of the gate, they would let out strange laughs or whistle at her.
"Why hasn't Song Yan come out yet?" Xue Yuancheng asked Ma Kang, his follower sitting opposite him, through a straw. Ma Kang's face was still swollen, and faint finger marks were visible.
"Don't worry, Young Master Xue, we have people watching him at school. He can't escape!" Wang Fei said confidently.
"That's good." Xue Yuancheng nodded, a hint of resentment flashing in his eyes.
"Song Yan."
Song Yan hadn't walked far from the teaching building when he heard someone call him from behind. He turned around and saw the beautiful teacher, Han Sha.
"Hello, Teacher Han."
"Why are you only leaving now?" Han Sha approached, smiling as she asked.
"You just left too, didn't you?" Song Yan replied with a smile. After obtaining the ring system, Song Yan found himself much more confident, able to remain composed even in the presence of the beautiful Teacher Han Sha.
Seeing Song Yan's composure in front of her, Han Sha was slightly surprised: "The teacher is grading the papers, let's walk together." She not only taught English to Class 9 of the third year of high school, but also served as the English teacher for Class 5 of the first year of high school.
"It's my honor," Song Yan nodded.
Han Sha was stunned again, vaguely feeling that something had changed about Song Yan. The current Song Yan was much more confident and handsome than she remembered.
The teacher and student walked side by side out of the school. The setting sun cast a ray of sunlight on them. A student happened to see this scene, subconsciously rubbing his eyes, thinking that the two looked so good together... they were practically a perfect couple.
Xie Kun started hanging around before graduating from junior high school. After five or six years, he had gathered more than ten henchmen and had gained some notoriety.
Today, the son of Xue Wansheng, a famous wealthy businessman in Xiangcheng City, actually contacted him, offering 10,000 yuan to bring a group of people to teach a student named Song Yan from Shengye Middle School a lesson.
It had been almost twenty minutes since school ended, and the student named Song Yan still hadn't come out. He was getting impatient.
"Brother Kun, is that the kid?"
Suddenly, his underling pointed to a couple walking towards the school gate.
Xie Kun quickly took out his phone, glanced at Song Yan's photo, angrily threw away his cigarette butt, and said coldly, "The target's here, get ready to work!"
"Song Yan, I'm leaving, goodbye!"
"Goodbye, Teacher Han." Outside the school gate, Song Yan waved goodbye to Han Sha.
Just then, six young men surrounded him, forming a circle around Song Yan.
Han Sha, who was about to leave, was startled by this scene, but quickly rushed forward, blocking Song Yan's path, and stared warily at Xie Kun and his group of six: "Who are you people, what do you want?"
Looking at the beautiful woman in front of him, Xie Kun swallowed hard and said, "Beautiful lady, we just want to cause trouble for this kid, it has nothing to do with you. I advise you not to meddle!"
"I'm a teacher at Sheng Ye Middle School, and he's my student. I advise you not to mess around!" A hint of nervousness flashed in Han Sha's eyes, but Song Yan was her student, and she couldn't ignore him.
Seeing Han Sha stepping forward, Song Yan felt a surge of emotion and gratitude. He stepped forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with her again, and said, "Teacher Han, please step aside. I can handle this."
Song Yan had been learning martial arts at a school called Zhao Family Fist near the school. Before he drew the intermediate physical technique, he might have struggled to deal with six thugs, but now, having mastered it, he could take on a hundred men single-handedly. What were six thugs compared to that?
Han Sha's expression darkened, and she said seriously, "Don't be reckless. Don't worry, your teacher will protect you."
Hearing this, a warm feeling washed over Song Yan. He thought Teacher Han Sha was incredibly beautiful at that moment.
"Teacher Han, please believe me this once. I'm definitely not being reckless, okay?"
Looking at Song Yan's serious and earnest eyes, Han Sha hesitated.
"Beautiful lady, are you coming or not? Otherwise, don't blame us for being impolite!" Xie Kun urged impatiently.
"Trust me!" Song Yan said again.
"Okay." Han Sha seemed to be infected by Song Yan's confidence, nodding and stepping aside. However, she still took one hand out of her pocket to reach for her phone, ready to call the police if things went wrong.
"We've taken your money, so we'll do what you're asked. Kid, we're just doing this for you, so we hope you won't blame us. Move!"
Xie Kun gave the order, and five thugs attacked simultaneously, throwing a flurry of punches at Song Yan.
Seeing the fists and kicks coming at him, Song Yan took a deep breath, and then he moved.
He stepped to the left, dodging a punch and a kick, while his left leg flew out, colliding with his other leg. At the same time, his fists swung straight out, meeting the other two fists.
"Bang bang bang!"
With three rapid impacts, the three thugs groaned and staggered back, while Song Yan quickly retracted his left foot, using it as a fulcrum, and his right leg lashed out like a whip.
"Bang, bang!"
This time, his whip kick swept the other two thugs to the ground with clean, swift movements, almost like flowing water.
After knocking down the two thugs, he didn't stop his attack; he turned and dashed away.
With a series of thuds, the other three thugs were all knocked to the ground.
The entire fight lasted less than twenty seconds.
Seeing this, Han Sha gasped in astonishment; she hadn't expected Song Yan to be such a formidable fighter, defeating five thugs with just a few punches and kicks.
Xie Kun was equally surprised. Seeing his five underlings all down, he knew he'd messed up.
Suddenly, he felt a sharp gaze fall upon him, followed by Song Yan's voice: "Considering you're relatively principled and haven't harmed the innocent, I won't hit you. Take your men and leave!"
"Brother, thank you! I'll remember this favor!" A hint of gratitude flashed in Xie Kun's eyes as he clasped his hands in a fist salute to Song Yan and quickly led his five underlings away. He was also incredibly relieved that he hadn't harbored any ill intentions towards the beautiful teacher; otherwise, that student named Song Yan wouldn't have let them go so easily.
Inside the cold drink shop, due to limited space, follow the WeChat public account [Qingshan Literature] and reply with the number 10 to continue reading the exciting story! Xue Yuancheng was both anxious and angry to see the person he had hired for ten thousand yuan leave so dejectedly. At the same time, his hatred for Song Yan deepened, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Song Yan, I'll let it go this time, but next time I'll make you regret it for the rest of your life!"
"Wow, Song Yan, I didn't expect you to be so amazing. Tell your teacher how you did it." As soon as Xie Kun and the others left, Han Sha walked up quickly and asked excitedly, completely abandoning her composure as a teacher.
Hearing Han Sha's praise, Song Yan, despite his age, couldn't help but show pride, puffing out his chest and saying, "Teacher Han, I've been learning boxing for three years, so dealing with ordinary thugs is naturally a piece of cake."
"No wonder." Han Sha nodded, then suddenly did something unexpected for Song Yan—she reached out and pinched his arm, exclaiming in surprise, "Wow, your muscles are so hard! No wonder you're a boxer."
Being pinched by Han Sha, Song Yan felt a little embarrassed, and even felt a tingling sensation the moment Han Sha's fingers touched his body. (Due to space limitations, follow the WeChat public account [青衫文学] and reply with the number 10 to continue reading the exciting story!) Finding that Song Yan had suddenly fallen silent, Han Sha suddenly realized that her actions had been somewhat abrupt, quickly releasing Song Yan and slightly increasing the distance between them.
Composing himself, Han Sha said, "Song Yan, if you encounter this situation again, it's best to call the police. After all, you're still a student, and this isn't a good example."
"Okay." Song Yan nodded, "Thank you, Teacher Han. I understand. I'll definitely call the police next time I encounter this situation."
Han Sha smiled contentedly, "That's good. Alright, I'll go home now. See you tomorrow." "
See you tomorrow."
Watching Han Sha's beautiful figure gradually disappear into the distance, a smug smile appeared on Song Yan's lips. It felt so good to be admired by a beautiful teacher. The next moment, he turned and walked towards the dormitory building. The dormitories of Sheng Ye Middle School were built next to the school.
Back in the dormitory, Song Yan brought up the system interface again and was pleasantly surprised to find that after the lottery, his reputation points were only 3 points, but now they had increased by 10 points, becoming 13 points.
"Meow, will the next lottery still cost 20 reputation points?" Song Yan asked.
"No, the next lottery will cost 50 reputation points."
"A whole 30 points more, isn't that a bit too much?" Song Yan complained.
"Host, the purpose of the ring system is to assist you. If the requirements for the lottery are too easy to meet, the lottery function becomes completely meaningless."
Song Yan thought for a moment and nodded in agreement; it was indeed true.
After staying in the dormitory for a while, he went to the school cafeteria for dinner and then headed towards the Zhao Family Boxing Martial Arts School.
The Zhao Family Boxing Martial Arts School was only one kilometer away from Sheng Ye Middle School.

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