“Ziqi, are you okay?!”

The red‑haired senior’s roommate—a plain‑looking short‑haired senior—ran to her at once to check her injuries.

She didn’t look lightly hurt.

Half her face was swollen.

Her consciousness was a little blurry.

It seemed like a concussion—and a bad one at that.

“Here, open your mouth and take this Rapid‑Healing Pill.”

The balding instructor hurried to the red‑haired senior, crouched down and held a bright red pellet to her lips.

The red‑haired senior opened her mouth in a daze and swallowed the pill he gave her.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

Shen Qinghan jumped down from the stage, walked to the red‑haired senior and apologized, guilt written all over her delicate face.

The short‑haired senior shot Shen Qinghan a glare full of anger.

But she didn’t say anything to Shen; she just pulled out her phone and made a call, “Jin Mingyu, your Ziqi’s been kicked into a concussion. She’s lying under the stage barely conscious. Get to the gym now!”

“I’m on my way!”

A hurried male voice came through the receiver.

Standing off to the side listening, Shen Qinghan felt at a loss.

She really hadn’t expected the red‑haired senior to be so weak. She’d thought they were on par; otherwise she never would have gone all out the moment the fight began.

“Classmate, fists and feet have no eyes. Getting hurt on the stage is perfectly normal—you don’t need to blame yourself too much.”

The balding instructor tried to comfort her.

Shen Qinghan said nothing, only pressed her lips together, feeling terribly guilty.

Seeing her like that, the instructor didn’t continue.

It’s always like this the first time.

After enough of these, you get used to it.

“Hanhan, how are you this strong?”

Li Chuxin hurried to Shen Qinghan’s side, staring in disbelief, feeling like her girlfriend had become a stranger.

Back in high school they’d both been bottom of the class.

How long has it even been—and she’s this strong now?

So strong it felt like they were from two different worlds…

The more Li Chuxin thought about it, the harder it was to believe.

“A mirror—do you have a mirror? I need to see how bad my face is!”

After taking the Rapid‑Healing Pill, the red‑haired senior’s mind quickly cleared and the first thing she did was ask the short‑haired senior for a mirror.

The short‑haired senior took out a little mirror and handed it to her.

One look and the red‑haired senior saw half her face puffed up, with a gash on it caked into a scab. Her mentality collapsed on the spot.

“My face! I’m ruined! I’m ruined! Why did you kick my face—why were you so heavy‑handed?!”

The red‑haired senior lost control, crying as she shouted questions at Shen Qinghan.

Shen Qinghan pressed her lips together, “I’m sorry…”

“Hanhan, let’s go. Ignore her. She just wasn’t as good as you. You did nothing wrong—no need to apologize.”

Li Chuxin took Shen Qinghan by the hand to lead her away—she didn’t want to see her apologizing to the red‑haired senior.

That red‑haired senior got what she deserved and didn’t merit sympathy.

“Stop, you’re not going anywhere!”

The short‑haired senior rushed over, blocking their way, eyes blazing.

Li Chuxin frowned and snapped, “Who are you to stop us?”

“You hurt someone and think you can run?!” the short‑haired girl said.

“What a nutcase,” Li Chuxin cursed.

She led Shen Qinghan around the short‑haired senior, not wanting to tangle with her.

The short‑haired senior moved to block them again, but Lin Zichen stepped in front of her, “Senior, a bet’s a bet. Stop hounding us.”

“Yes, your friend’s strong—my roommate couldn’t beat her!” the short‑haired senior said, then demanded, “But did she have to be so vicious and go straight for my roommate’s pretty face?”

Lin Zichen’s tone stayed even, “If you’re outclassed, you’re outclassed. There’s nothing to say. Keep pestering and I’ll have to lay my hands on you.”

“Do it, then! Hit me if you’ve got the guts! So what if you’re the Freshman King! My name’s Huang Feifei—Huang as in yellow, Fei as in ‘right and wrong.’ If you’ve got guts, challenge me right now! If you don’t challenge me and swell up my face too, you’re a coward!”

The short‑haired senior was a bit unhinged, spitting words like a machine gun—a hot‑tempered, brash girl.

Lin Zichen didn’t bother arguing. He pulled out his phone, opened the school app and issued a challenge to her on the spot.

The wager was 1 credit; the challenge took effect immediately.

Then—Lin Zichen grabbed the short‑haired senior and flung her up onto the stage.

A moment later he vaulted up himself.

“W‑what are you doing?!”

The short‑haired senior scrambled up, staring at Lin Zichen in panic.

“I don’t want to be the coward you called me,” Lin Zichen said coolly.

With that, he whipped a kick across her face—Bang!—sending her flying.

She bounced and rolled across the floor, tumbling several times—until she crashed into the crowd and finally stopped, lying there groaning in a half‑conscious daze.

She had a concussion too; half her face ballooned up—even worse than the red‑haired senior’s.

“Lin Zichen, that’s too much! How can you go that hard at a girl’s face!”

Down below, a male student from Sophomore Evolution Class 2 shouted his censure.

With one person taking the lead, others quickly followed.

“Yeah—no class at all!”

“Not a shred of gentlemanly conduct!”

“Bet he’s a domestic abuser!”

Students from Sophomore Evolution Class 2 denounced Lin Zichen one after another, launching a volley at his character.

Lin Zichen swept a glance over them, “If you can’t stand me, then get up here and teach me a lesson—let your fists talk.”

At that, the chattering below fell silent.

The sophomores all chickened out.

Everyone knew Lin Zichen’s feats: in the opening trial he’d blown through the entire gifted class.

Three months on, he was surely stronger—far beyond what ordinary sophomores could afford to provoke.

“Lin Zichen, even if you’re the Freshman King, don’t get so arrogant! There’s always someone stronger!” someone in Sophomore Evolution Class 2 yelled.

“There is someone who can deal with me,” Lin Zichen said expressionlessly, looking toward the voice, “but he won’t be a student of Shanhai University.”

‘Arrogant. Truly arrogant. This Freshman King was arrogant beyond measure!’

Too bad no one could put him in his place!

‘Damn it!’

Right then, the students of Sophomore Evolution Class 2 ground their teeth in fury.

But lacking the strength, all they could do was swallow it.

Seeing no one dared come up, Lin Zichen stopped wasting time and turned to jump down from the stage and leave.

Just then, someone in the crowd shouted:

“Li Ziqi’s boyfriend is here!”