"Don’t worry, Ms. Miao Xiao. You’d better wash your face first and calm down, and then explain to the students what happened. Take it easy. You are an excellent teacher and the students like you very much." Counsellor Song tried to comfort her.
"Thank you." Ms. Miao Xiao wiped away tears and hurried away from the office.
"Student Song, I’m sorry for this." Counsellor Song began to clear up the mess.
"It’s alright. Maybe I showed a scary look unconsciously, which frightened her. It’s great that Ms. Miao Xiao is fine. Let’s forget about it." Song Shuhang quickly said. He would feel guilty for his whole life if the teacher was fired because of him.
Seeing that Song Shuhang was so thoughtful, Counsellor Song was moved. What a good student!
As Song Shuhang said he didn’t mind, the dispute was settled.
Counsellor Song laughed and changed the topic, "I heard that you’ve registered for Men’s 5,000 Meter Race in tomorrow’s sport event? Great, try your best and win glory for your class!"
The corners of Song Shuhang’s mouth twitched. He himself didn’t want to participate in the 5,000 Meter Race. However, he still put on a smile. "Certainly, I will try to get a good result."
"Haha, 5,000 Meter Race is not easy. Don't push yourself too hard. Anyway, I have faith in you. Go back to your class. Ms. Miao Xiao will explain to the students about what happened between you and her. If she doesn't, I’ll handle it, and I promise it won't have any impact on you." Counsellor Song promised.
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After leaving the office, Song Shuhang let out a long sigh of relief and was filled with guilt.
If there was a chance in the future, he would definitely make it up for Ms. Miao Xiao.
After going back to the class, Shuhang dared not try the ‘mental oppression’ or the ‘mental detection’ in the classroom any longer. He was only practicing the 'vigilance' technique to keep his mental energy active.
In the class, as a strong woman who would keep her word, Ms. Miao Xiao seriously explained about her previous gaffe to all the students, although she felt very embarrassed.
The dispute had been settled. She continued to lecture without any emotions. In a way, she had already been a qualified teacher.
Narrowly averting a disaster, Song Shuhang finally finished the two classes in the morning.
However, the three roommates of Shuhang were absent from the two classes. Did they really drink so much yesterday?
Then, Song Shuhang was relieved to find that his mind became clearer as he kept his spirit alert. Even if he didn't listen to the class carefully, what the teacher was saying came into his ears continuously, and was easily understood and mastered by him.
And… after practicing it for one and half a lesson, he managed to better master the ‘vigilance’ technique and could keep it activated longer. Even the total quantity of his mental energy had increased.
The ‘vigilance’ technique was simply a plug-in for enhancement of mental energy. Although his mental energy didn’t increase a lot, this plug-in would work in all weather and twenty-four seven!
‘It's already 9:30. I’d better check what had happened to the three guys first. I hope they are not drunk dead.’ Song Shuhang scratched his head and decided to go to Li Yangde’s apartment to see what had happened to his three roommates.
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On his way to Yangde's apartment, he repeatedly used the three techniques for mental energy in alternation, and tried to combine the techniques of 'vigilance' and 'mental detection' together.
Unfortunately, the total quantity of his mental energy was so small that he always ended up with failure.
However, he didn’t feel frustrated but kept trying, aiming to gain experience from failure.
After another failure, he rubbed his temple and stopped experimenting as he had run out of mental energy.
‘The total quantity of my mental energy is too small. I think I can still practice ❮True Self Meditation Scripture❯ once or twice today. I’ll save the chance and practice it together with the basic fist technique in the evening.’ He thought.
While ❮True Self Meditation Scripture❯ didn’t have such a strict requirement on qi and blood quantity of his body as ❮Basic Buddhist Fist Technique❯, it would also be affected by the state of his body. ‘I should be careful when practicing ❮True Self Meditation Scripture❯ and avoid overusing my mental energy, otherwise I might become an idiot.’
As his mental energy had been drained, without paying attention to the front, Song Shuhang bumped into the back of a man in front of him.
The back was broad, which meant the guy was at least one head taller than Song Shuhang.
After having his body tempered, Song Shuhang was almost a hercules compared with ordinary people. It would be a piece of cake for him to haul a locomotive. With this bump, the man in the front immediately fell to the ground and screamed with his face down on the ground.
"Oh? Sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't pay attention!" Song Shuhang came to himself and apologized.
He looked at the man who got bumped... Well, this was a typical bad boy in Jiangnan.
The guy, who was still screaming with his face down on the ground, was tall and had a Mohawk hairstyle that was dyed rainbow-hued.
Maybe he fought with others frequently, so his physical condition seemed quite good. He soon jumped up from the ground.
At this moment, his face was coated with a layer of dust and his nose was bleeding.
"Damn it, haven't you got eyes in your head?" the Mohawk shouted with rage, nose bleeding and spitting.
As he shouted, five other bad boys around him smiled cruelly and came up to surround Song Shuhang.
It seems that I got in trouble? Embarrassed, Song Shuhang sincerely apologized, "Well, I’m really sorry. I was thinking about something, so I didn't look at the front. I’m so sorry."
"Sorry? If ‘sorry’ worked, why do we still need police?" the Mohawk wiped away his nosebleed and seized Song Shuhang by the collar, shouting loudly.
After all, he was in the wrong first by bumping into this guy. Thus, Song Shuhang said apologetically, "You are right. Let’s calm down and see how to solve this matter, alright?"
"Ok." the Mohawk grinned triumphantly, "Look, I got bumped by you so hard. You have to compensate me! I’ll let you go if you give me 1,000 yuan. Don't tell me you don’t have the money. It's in the beginning of the month. Your family must have given you the money for living expenses."
"Well, my family sends me the money by year and I don’t need to worry about it every month." Song Shuhang answered honestly.
The Mohawk was pleased to hear that. He seldom met a "prey" so honest. He was gonna make a fortune from this guy!
"But you are blackmailing me. I will not pay you so much. I think we can find another way to solve this problem?" Song Shuhang said seriously. Looking at his sincere face, nobody would believe he was teasing the guy.
"Find another way? Hahaha." The Mohawk was so angry that he burst into laughter. "Great, let's have a good talk with our fists and then talk about the money."
As he finished, the four other bad boys around him grinned cruelly, clenched their fists and cracked their knuckles.
"A good talk with our fists? Are you saying we can solve it with a fight?" When he heard this, Song Shuhang beamed with a hearty smile. "Why not tell me earlier? That would be great!"
Song Shuhang's smile was sincere—because he finally managed to find some pals to practice his fist technique with. There were so many bad boys around Jiangnan College. He could practice with all of them. It would be fine even if he just practiced one or two movements with each group of them.
Seeing Song Shuhang's sincere smile, the Mohawk suddenly understood—This guy is a dumbass.
Sh*t, he is a psycho.
Bad luck. Let’s just beat him and give him a lesson.
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Two minutes later.
"Thwack, thwack, thwack~!" Song Shuhang gave a few more punches to the Mohawk, who was lying on the ground screaming.
As the bad boys, who got beaten down to the ground, were looking at him with frightened and disbelieving eyes, he stood up, flicked the dust off his clothes, and nodded satisfactorily. "Sorry for troubling you. Not bad. Though your attacks were disorganized, it really worked when you ganged up on me. I hope you can exercise more and get stronger in the future."
Song Shuhang just used one third of his strength, as it was only for practice for him. In these two minutes, he had tried out all the eighteen movements of ❮Basic Buddhist Fist Technique❯ and acquired a lot of experience from the fight. Sure enough, actual combat was the best way to test out the theory.
His only regret was that the bad boys were too weak, and the fight finished so soon. Never mind. There were still a lot of bad boys around Jiangnan College. Quantity could make up for quality.