Chapter 33

As he watched the bastards from the Airplane Brotherhood point and laugh at him after class, Zhang Tie immediately knew that these bastards must have found out about his being a human punching bag. Although he didn't know how these bastards found out, they somehow did, and this was Zhang Tie's intuition, which was usually right.

After two classes, a group of rascals rushed to the toilet and then returned, standing in the corridor outside the classroom, farting. The morning sun lazily shone on their bodies, making them feel very comfortable. The rascals, like moldy salted fish, jostled for a bit of sunlight in the corridor. Seeing Zhang Tie walking over with a gloomy face, the bastards from the Airplane Brotherhood deliberately turned their eyes to other places, lifting their heads to look at the clouds in the sky, pretending to be calm and composed, as if they had all become poets.

"Damn! Under their calm and composed appearance, Zhang Tie saw them rolling on the ground with laughter, their faces strained, but they might have already been laughing so hard that they were cramping."

"Laugh, don't hold it in, it's hard!" Zhang Tie walked over and said lightly. The bastards couldn't hold back anymore and burst out laughing.

"Brother, did something unpleasant happen to you yesterday? Tell us, let us have a good laugh, hahaha..." Xista, the lecher, winked. The bastards laughed even harder.

"Bastards, you knew about it yesterday, right? You kept it from me, almost getting me beaten to death..." Zhang Tie pretended to be angry and fiercely grabbed Xista's collar.

Xista quickly raised his hands, "Who asked you to be so arrogant? Baghdad had already guessed it, but seeing you so arrogant, he didn't have the heart to tell you. What did you say yesterday..." Xista, the lecher, pinched his nose and imitated what he said yesterday, "Oh, you know, my biggest weakness is being too soft-hearted. I can't bear to see others in trouble. After Captain Colin begged me for a long time, I reluctantly agreed. It's all because I'm too good and have done too many good deeds. How could such a good thing as intimate contact with a beauty and getting paid fall on me? It can even help me exercise..."

Thinking about how he had shown off in front of a few people yesterday, the bastards burst out laughing again. Zhang Tie also felt a bit embarrassed. Indeed, the old saying of the Hua clan was right—don't be too arrogant, or you might get struck by lightning. He had only shown off a little yesterday, and sure enough, he suffered the consequences.

Zhang Tie looked at Baghdad, who shrugged indifferently, "Captain Colin is a part-time coach at the Iron Thorn Combat Hall. He often introduces our seniors to the Iron Thorn Combat Hall for part-time jobs, and all of these part-time jobs are to be human punching bags for the rich kids!"

"How come I didn't know about this?" Zhang Tie asked, feeling depressed.

"This is not a secret, but you usually don't pay attention to information related to the combat hall. The training requirements for these rich kids are a bit special. Due to their height and physical development, their sparring partners cannot be adults with a significant height difference. Those of the same age can't withstand their punches and kicks. Only people our age are suitable. We are older and naturally stronger, but we haven't ignited the Divine Palace Bright Spot, so our strength hasn't completely surpassed theirs..."

"Can't people with higher strength do it?" Hans asked curiously.

"Of course not. If their strength exceeds the kids, how can they knock you down?"

"But it's just sparring, why do they always have to knock you down?"

Baghdad crossed his arms and sneered, "This is the difference between us and the rich. Our thoughts are completely different. Even though a person with higher strength can also be a sparring partner, that's not what they need. Do you know why? Because the rich want their children to develop the confidence to easily knock us down and step on us. Once this confidence and psychological advantage are formed, their aura can suppress you, just like a natural predator. Even if you reach the same level as them in the future, you won't be their match. This involves many profound things, a secret tradition. I heard this from someone in the combat hall."

This theory was the first Zhang Tie had heard, so he was a bit shocked at first, but upon careful thought, it seemed possible. Otherwise, wouldn't it be better for the combat hall to find someone of the same age who has already ignited the Divine Palace Bright Spot to be the sparring partner for these rich kids? There should be many such people in Black Flame City, like Gris, who is already a Level 2 Warrior. What surprised Zhang Tie even more was that this was a secret tradition—something known only to a few and not to the masses. The masses know what is common knowledge, while what they don't know is a secret tradition. These secret traditions are very expensive, and most cultivation techniques and martial arts are part of the secret tradition. It is said that before the Great Catastrophe, the human society's secret tradition system was already well-developed. At that time, some were called intellectual property protection, some were called patents, and the more confidential secret traditions were only known within a few secret religious groups, such as the use of crystals. Now, in the Black Iron Age, most secret traditions belong to certain groups, such as various industry associations, religious groups, and various guilds, each with its own secret tradition. These traditions are the foundation of these groups and their capital for survival in this era. Outsiders cannot possibly know them. The abacus he learned, though a bit chicken, is also a kind of secret tradition because this skill is only popular among the Hua clan. Tang De had warned him that this skill must not be passed to other clans, or it could lead to severe consequences.

In this era, besides resources, anyone who possesses a valuable secret tradition or skill can rise to the top, with gold and power, and establish their own influence. Of course, they might also become a thorn in someone else's side and end up as a corpse. Secret traditions are about knowledge and skills, but behind them are naked interests. Monopolizing knowledge and skills means monopolizing interests, a rule that has not changed since before the Great Catastrophe.

"Don't take this part-time job if you can avoid it. Being beaten by those rich kids might leave you with psychological scars, and once you have scars, it will be hard to become strong!" Baghdad sincerely advised.

"I'll consider it, but I'll finish the 600 hours of part-time work first..." Zhang Tie deliberately said with a worried look, and the huge compensation amount of nearly 10 gold coins on the contract made everyone speechless.

What's a secret tradition? Damn, is it so great? What kind of secret tradition can compare to his Manjusha Flower of Ten Thousand Fruits and the Iron Body Quenching Fruit to be generated later? The Iron Body Quenching Fruit sounds amazing, and the key is that as long as he keeps getting beaten, it will be generated. Getting paid by others to strengthen his body and eat the fruit, where can you find such a good deal? Zhang Tie really didn't have any shadow of failure.

Just as Zhang Tie was about to mention how Mary praised him to provoke these bastards, the entire corridor suddenly fell silent. Zhang Tie turned his head and saw Teacher Daina walking into the lecture hall with a snail-shaped mold. The rascals in the corridor were quiet for a few seconds, looked at each other, and then rushed into the lecture hall with more enthusiasm than going to the toilet, all vying for the front seats near Teacher Daina.

In the entire National Seventh Male Middle School, only when Teacher Daina was teaching did the students rush into the classroom without a bell. The best seats in the front row were naturally taken by Gris and his followers, while the members of the Airplane Brotherhood took the middle-back seats, which were neither good nor bad.

Seeing everyone gathered, Teacher Daina didn't waste time and started the class immediately. She picked up a piece of chalk and wrote two words on the blackboard—Vampires!

Teacher Daina's beautiful eyes scanned the class, and all the students straightened their backs like spears, putting on serious expressions, showing their thirst for knowledge.

"Students, today I will introduce you to the Vampires. The Vampires of our era are not the same as those before the Great Catastrophe. The Vampires before the Great Catastrophe were fictional vampires in art and mythology, not real species. The Vampires of the Black Iron Age refer to the mutated wild and alien creatures after the Great Catastrophe. They have various forms, but the Vampires we usually refer to have the following characteristics: First, from their appearance, Vampires are all red, like blood, making them easy to identify in the wild, hence the name. Second, all Vampires love blood and are carnivores, the most dangerous killers in the wild. Any animal with blood can become their meal. Third, after mutation, all Vampires have significant changes in their bodies and physiological functions, developing some strange abilities that make them even more dangerous and hard to deal with. For example, let's take the most common Vampire Snail and discuss how to deal with it in the wild..."

Zhang Tie stared at Teacher Daina's beautiful face, listening to her heavenly voice, completely entranced. The students didn't really care about what she was teaching; for many, just being able to see Teacher Daina standing there and hear her voice was the greatest blessing.

It was said that some extremely bad events had happened in Teacher Daina's class before, making her very angry. Therefore, the National Seventh Male Middle School of Black Flame City had a unique rule—during Teacher Daina's class, all students must place their hands on the table where they can be seen. So, in Teacher Daina's class, from the podium, all the students sat like obedient kindergarteners, with straight posture, hands folded on the table, and faces showing a thirst for knowledge. The sound of swallowing saliva and the sound of tapping on the table under the cloth were heard throughout the classroom, creating a variety of peculiar and bizarre scenes.

Each of Teacher Daina's classes always made Zhang Tie enter a strange and exciting fantasy, just like now...

Teacher Daina, wearing a short skirt, revealing a section of her plump, snow-white thighs, with the buttons of her top stretched by her full chest, sat on the podium. The entire classroom had only her and Zhang Tie. When she called him to her, she bent down, squeezing her chest to create a deep cleavage, and pressed Zhang Tie's head into it, laughing seductively. Just as Zhang Tie was about to suffocate from the whiteness, Teacher Daina pushed him away and extended her beautiful fingers, taking out a thin tube and blowing pink bubbles. The pink bubbles floated and burst on Zhang Tie's face, like the gentle touch of spring, making him completely immersed in the pink bubbles...

"Little darling, do you want to come?" Teacher Daina smiled seductively, beckoning him with her fingers...

...

"I want to come!" Zhang Tie suddenly stood up, startling the Airplane Brotherhood members beside him. At the end of the class, when Teacher Daina asked if anyone had questions, Zhang Tie suddenly stood up and shouted, almost scaring the people beside him.

For a moment, all the students' eyes were on Zhang Tie, making him feel the temperature rise rapidly. Gris, in the front row, turned to look at Zhang Tie with great displeasure. Gris had been preparing two questions about the blood snail to pretend to be a good student and interact with Teacher Daina, but before he could stand up, this unknown guy had already taken the opportunity to show off, which was originally Gris's.

At the moment he stood up and shouted, Zhang Tie had already come to his senses and was scared by the piercing gazes around him.

"Student, do you have any questions about this class?" Teacher Daina asked calmly.

Fortunately, Zhang Tie had some quick wit and immediately thought of a question that could pass.

"Teacher Daina, I've almost memorized the content of this class, but I have a question in another area, related to biology. I wonder if Teacher Daina can answer it for me?" Zhang Tie thought quickly...