Chapter 2

The two of them walked to a secluded spot on campus, and only then did Tan Tianjun release his grip on Lu Chong, asking with a serious expression, "Lu Chong, have you been facing any difficulties recently? Can you talk to me about it?"

Lu Chong's eyes widened slightly, and he glanced at Tan Tianjun without saying a word. Although he was grateful for Tan Tianjun's efforts to save face, he couldn't tell him about his injured soul and rapidly declining memory.

Seeing that Lu Chong still didn't speak, Tan Tianjun sighed slightly and said, "Sigh, the pressure of senior year is indeed great, but you don't have to take it to heart. If you can maintain a calm mind, you should do well with your abilities!" After finishing, Tan Tianjun looked at Lu Chong again and added, "I've heard from many teachers that you've been lacking sleep lately. Don't study too late at night. Sigh, take a good rest during this break. For you, rest might be the best thing!"

Seeing that Lu Chong still didn't respond, Tan Tianjun patted his shoulder, "I won't say more. Just try to stay relaxed and don't feel pressured. I believe you can catch up with your grades..."

Tan Tianjun didn't know if his words had any effect and left in Lu Chong's silence.

"Teacher, I know you mean well. But I..." Lu Chong looked at the retreating Tan Tianjun with a complex expression, his face suddenly darkening. After a while, his expression returned to calm, and he turned to walk back to his class.

Just as he reached the bottom of the teaching building, Lu Chong saw a young man leaning against the railing of the stairs, playing with a very exquisite lighter in his right hand and holding a cigarette in his left. He was openly smoking in the teaching building, looking at Lu Chong with disdain.

This young man wasn't much older, only about eighteen or nineteen. He was very handsome, tall, and well-built, wearing a well-fitted casual outfit. However, his face was filled with arrogance.

Lu Chong recognized him; he was a classmate from Senior Year 1, Class 1, named Zhou Xiongfeng, the star player of the school basketball team. He also had good grades and came from a prominent family. In short, he was a true rich and handsome guy.

"What's wrong, our great scholar Lu Chong, did you get scolded by the teacher again? Heh, I heard you only scored 499 this time? How embarrassing—"

Seeing Lu Chong approach, Zhou Xiongfeng smiled lightly, but his words were filled with mockery and sarcasm.

Because Lu Chong was the desk partner of the school beauty, Leng Mei, Zhou Xiongfeng had been at odds with him since freshman year. Although they were no longer desk partners in senior year, Zhou Xiongfeng still looked down on Lu Chong and often mocked him.

Lu Chong glanced at Zhou Xiongfeng indifferently and ignored his taunts, walking past him calmly as if he were a stranger.

"What? What are you, a nobody? You actually ignore me?" Zhou Xiongfeng's face darkened instantly, his gaze turning cold. He stepped in front of Lu Chong, blocking his path.

Lu Chong frowned, grabbed Zhou Xiongfeng's arm, and with a sudden force, pushed him to the side, then walked past him and went upstairs.

"Damn, this guy is getting stronger..." Zhou Xiongfeng rubbed his sore arm and followed him.

What Zhou Xiongfeng didn't know was that Lu Chong had been trained by his grandfather with traditional Chinese medicine and martial arts since childhood, making his physical strength quite formidable. Even three or four strong men couldn't handle him. Recently, due to a mysterious bead, his strength had increased even more.

When he reached the classroom, everyone was already chatting.

As Lu Chong entered the classroom, he could vaguely hear people discussing him.

"Hehe, Lu Chong is quite handsome, but his studies are terrible. Tsk, the more he studies, the dumber he gets..."

"Right, he only scored 499 this time, not even reaching the 500-point mark, and he dropped by over 30 points..."

"I bet by the time the college entrance exam comes, he'll be the 'top loser' of our school. Haha..."

"Hehe, I'm actually looking forward to the college entrance exam, wondering if Lu Chong can break the school's lowest score record..."

...

Many people, both boys and girls, were talking about Lu Chong.

Lu Chong's expression didn't change. He walked quietly to his seat and put away his exam papers and notice. He had heard such sarcastic remarks countless times over the past few months. Although he wanted to slap each of them, he could ignore their mockery and disdain on the surface. He had developed a strong resistance, but he felt somewhat guilty towards his parents.

"Ha, Lu Chong, your face must be really thick to remain unmoved by everyone's ridicule and mockery. I bet even my wall isn't as thick as your face..." A harsh voice came from behind Lu Chong. He remained expressionless and didn't respond. The speaker was Zhou Xiongfeng, who had followed him.

After months of cold looks and ridicule, Lu Chong understood that without strength, he had no right to fight back.

Ignoring them, Lu Chong packed a few books into his bag and left the classroom.

Just then, a clear and cold voice came from the side, "Lu Chong, wait!"

Lu Chong stopped and saw Leng Mei standing in the corridor, who had called him.

Leng Mei was extremely beautiful, with perfectly proportioned features and clear, piercing eyes. Her unadorned eyebrows were like willow leaves, and her delicate, snow-white skin was bright and smooth. Even in her school uniform, her beauty was hard to hide.

She stood there without the usual coldness on her face. At 1.73 meters tall, she was almost as tall as Lu Chong.

"Leng Mei, what is it?" Lu Chong looked at her calmly, somewhat puzzled.

Leng Mei was the most beautiful girl in the entire school, and she was always cold. Even though they had been desk partners for two years, they had spoken less than a hundred words to each other. Lu Chong didn't understand why she had called him now.

"Here, take this."

Leng Mei furrowed her brow slightly, took out a stack of documents from her bag, and handed them to Lu Chong, saying, "These are my review materials and some carefully selected practice questions. Review them during the winter break; they might help you..."

Lu Chong didn't take the materials, shaking his head and politely declining, "Thank you, but I don't need these things right now..."

After saying that, Lu Chong looked at Leng Mei and walked past her.

In fact, Lu Chong knew Leng Mei meant well, but he knew what he needed most wasn't review materials. They wouldn't help him. What he needed most was to stop his memory from declining!

Moreover, despite his frail appearance, Lu Chong had a very proud heart. He would never accept Leng Mei's help at this moment!

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