Only My Way

“Hey!”

“Ling Wuyuan, I’m looking for a book called 【Detailed Explanation of Uncommon Characters in Common Language】. Do you know where it is?”

The speaker was a boy three to five years older than Ling Wuyuan. Although he was also a newcomer studying and learning to read in the gang school, he was not in the same class as Ling Wuyuan; he belonged to a later batch.

In this regard.

As a force that recruited new people every three months, the White Crow Gang's school had a total of five classes.

Four of these classes were responsible for teaching newcomers, with a combined total of nearly two hundred people.

The remaining class was a separate one, with a variable number of students, specifically responsible for older members whose academic performance was not very good, who could barely read and write, and who ran into all sorts of problems halfway through practicing their skills.

It is said that.

At its peak, this class alone had two to three hundred people…

It can only be said that being a poor student is a very common phenomenon…

Even in this world with extraordinary powers, it is so.

At this moment.

Hearing the other party's voice and inquiry, Ling Wuyuan, who was reading, did not feel displeased by the interruption. He simply answered without looking up:

“Those books should be on the nineteenth bookshelf on the first floor.”

Since there were only so many newcomers in the several classes, although they were not very familiar with each other, they were generally able to recognize each other.

Therefore.

He did not refuse to answer.

He casually told the other party the answer.

Being close was not necessary.

Making enemies was also not necessary.

Upon receiving the answer, the other party was immediately satisfied and said with a smile:

“Thanks!”

Ling Wuyuan then replied: “It’s nothing.”

Just like that, the other party, knowing that Ling Wuyuan didn't like to get close to people, turned around and left without saying a word.

After walking a few steps, he quickly returned to his companions.

“How is it?”

“Does he know where the book is?”

Listening to his companions' inquiries, the boy immediately replied: “He knows, he already told me.”

“That’s good.”

“Let’s go get the book and review quickly.”

“I don’t want to go to the Punishment Hall to be whipped again in two days…”

The speaker shuddered at the memory of being whipped last time.

The Punishment Hall was truly merciless; if they had a whip, they would really use it!

Moreover, each time they would stop at a certain point, making the punished person suffer excruciating pain without actually injuring their bones.

In order to avoid being whipped again next month, seamlessly connecting old and new injuries, the punished often had to attend class with their wounds bandaged the next day.

After speaking.

The other party also glanced back at Ling Wuyuan, who had not raised his head all along and was silently reading in the corner, and said with a bit of envy, jealousy, and hatred: “Studying is ultimately just laying the foundation for martial arts practice in the future. This kind of bookworm who spends all day squatting in the library must be the type who doesn't use their limbs. When they practice martial arts in the future, they will probably only achieve half the result with twice the effort.”

Hearing this.

The boy who had asked Ling Wuyuan the question earlier could only scratch his head helplessly.

He naturally knew about his companion's envy, jealousy, and hatred.

After all, even he had been whipped twice, and with whips soaked in alcohol or saltwater. While inflicting physical and magical damage, they also did not forget to treat the wounds while whipping, a feeling that was truly unforgettable and made people shudder just thinking about it…

So far, among all the newcomers in the four classes, only three people had never been whipped.

And Ling Wuyuan was one of them.

Therefore.

Even he, who had decent grades, felt a bit of envy, jealousy, and hatred towards Ling Wuyuan.

However.

Having just spoken to Ling Wuyuan and asked him about the book, he certainly couldn't say bad things about the other party now.

That would be a bit embarrassing and ungrateful…

So he could only casually appease his companion:

“Alright, alright, let’s go find the book as soon as possible.”

“If we’re too slow and the book is taken by someone else, we’ll really be in trouble…”

Furthermore.

Thinking of what his companion had said, and then thinking of Ling Wuyuan's height, which was considered tall among his peers…

He actually knew very well that even if the other party's martial arts aptitude was low, it probably wouldn't be too low…

After all, the other party had already passed the White Crow Gang's physical fitness test a year ago.

In the years to come.

The other party would probably be both scholarly and martial, a situation that was truly a bit envious, jealous, and hateful…

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Ling Wuyuan was not very clear about the exchange that had taken place not far away.

Of course, even if he knew, he still wouldn't care.

Just envy, jealousy, and hatred.

It wasn't a big deal…

Back in his previous life, when he was working hard, he had already become accustomed to this kind of thing.

For those who climbed to high places, there would always be people who didn't like them, right?

Especially when the other party's background was not as good as their own, this kind of dislike was often particularly strong.

Therefore, even if the conflict between them escalated to physical conflict, he still wouldn't care.

As long as life could maintain a semblance of stability on the surface.

Currently.

Unlike the scumbags who were being beaten and were about to develop physical resistance, and who had been whipped enough times in the Punishment Hall.

Ling Wuyuan's performance in the class had always been very stable, belonging to the type of player who consistently aimed for the top three.

First place, second place, third place; no matter which place he got, everyone would think it was very normal.

Even the teaching teacher said that if he focused on reading books related to the learning content, instead of reading all kinds of books, from astronomy and geography to strange tales, and concentrated his attention on learning, then probably no one would be able to compete with him for first place.

It was just that.

The teacher didn't know.

Ling Wuyuan had already fully mastered the knowledge that he planned to teach the students in a year within the first month of entering the gang school, and his level was even higher.

For Ling Wuyuan, who was originally a genius.

Learning.

Was not a difficult thing in itself.

Especially after his memory and various qualities were strengthened, it was even simpler.

Basically, as long as he understood certain key points, then he could understand most of the basic knowledge with just a glance.

Therefore.

During this year, the so-called exam scores were just something that he could get as many points as he wanted.

However, the so-called exam was also about to come to an end…

Ling Wuyuan knew very well that the so-called final exam was in three days.

After the exam, he could officially practice martial arts.

Thinking of this.

Although his eyes were still scanning the contents of the book, he also began to ponder other things in his heart…