Urban: Super God-Ring System

Chapter 6

C6 – Wen Huaimu’s OutburstUpdated from

Early the next morning, Wen Huaimu was up with the dawn, freshening up and facing the mirror. He pinched and prodded at his face, attempting to sculpt a cooler, more aloof expression. But his decade-long demeanor of kindness wasn’t so easily undone. Every look he tried on still came off as endearing and honest, the kind that made him an easy target for bullies.

Realizing his efforts were futile, Wen Huaimu sighed, abandoned the attempt, and stepped out the door. The house was empty; his parents had already left for their fast-food restaurant, a routine that had them up early to prep the day’s ingredients.

His mother had left his favorite breakfast on the table, still wafting steam into the quiet morning. Wen Huaimu wolfed it down and, without bothering with the dishes, bolted out the door, school-bound.

The day’s fresh air filled his lungs, and even the morning sun seemed to embrace him with an unusual warmth. His molding ring occasionally chirped with inquiries – the voice of Diaochan, his newly awakened elfin companion. Unfamiliar with anything beyond basic conduct, she was a wellspring of curiosity, bombarding Wen Huaimu with questions.

They had mastered the art of Spiritual Resonance the previous night, a covert way for master and servant to communicate that left Wen Huaimu buzzing with enthusiasm, tirelessly enlightening his little elfin.

As they continued their Q&A session, the gates of Isrinas High School loomed ahead. Wen Huaimu took a couple of deep breaths, steeled his gaze, and strode through with newfound resolve.

His academic standing was solid – comfortably middle-tier among the high achievers. But his timidity had been a magnet for trouble, and the school hesitated to place him among the elite, fearing his presence might be detrimental.

Entering Class 3, the buzz of chatter ceased. Heads turned, eyes filled with mockery and scorn, as if Wen Huaimu were the punchline to an unspoken joke.

In the past, this would have left him blushing, head hung low as he slinked to his seat. But not today. With a serene smile, he met their cold stares and walked into the classroom, making his way to his seat with an air of unbothered confidence.

“Eh!”

A chorus of surprised murmurs rippled through the classroom as students eyed Wen Huaimu’s actions with confusion.

He seemed off today, somehow different.

“Hey, what’s the deal with you? What kind of remedy did you use to get rid of those dark circles?”

The moment he settled into his seat, the student beside him blurted out in astonishment.

Prompted by his question, the nearby students all turned their attention to Wen Huaimu, their gazes filled with curiosity.

The slap from Wen Huaimu was so unexpected and startling that it sent shockwaves through the entire classroom.

No one had ever imagined that someone so seemingly timid could strike back with such ferocity.

Feeling the searing pain on his face, Hong Jun stood frozen in shock. This guy had actually fought back, delivering a merciless slap.

The pain on his face was nothing compared to the agony in his heart. The astonished and vacant stares of his peers felt like needles piercing through Hong Jun’s soul, leaving him with a suffocating sense of humiliation.

Without another word, Wen Huaimu delivered another thunderous slap to Hong Jun’s face, this time with even greater force.

Hong Jun, who was far from sturdy, felt his anger give way to dizziness. His body swayed uncontrollably, toppling over and disrupting the arrangement of desks.

Classmates nearby scrambled out of the way, still too stunned to intervene in the unfolding drama, making no attempt to break up the fight.

Struggling to sit up, Hong Jun’s mouth oozed a trickle of blood, and with a spit, out came a tooth.

Fear washed over Hong Jun as he gazed at Wen Huaimu with wide-eyed terror, speechless from the shock.

This time, Hong Jun was subdued, no longer daring to provoke further punishment.

“See, I told you,” Wen Huaimu said coolly, looking down at Hong Jun. “Those who fight end up hurt. You should strive to be civilized.” He even extended a hand to help Hong Jun up.

After the two resounding slaps, Hong Jun was petrified. The sight of Wen Huaimu’s outstretched hand sent him stumbling backward in fear.

Hong Jun was taken aback, his hand trembling with fear as he reached out.

He shook his head vehemently.

“Hey, is your face okay?”

Once more, Hong Jun shook his head, no longer daring to meet Wen Huaimu’s gaze, and hung his head low.

“That’s a relief. Head back to your seat, class is about to begin. We don’t want the teacher catching us fighting,” Wen Huaimu said, making his way back to his own seat.