Retired for A Hundred Years: Re-Employment for the Apocalypse Bigshot!-Chapter 84: Venting Doesn’t Always Mean Fighting

Chapter 84: Chapter 84: Venting Doesn’t Always Mean Fighting

The building housing the Elite Class is located on the west side of Anhe Middle School. It covers a large area and has its own garden, cafeteria, and dormitory buildings. There are three small buildings in total: two for accommodation and one for teaching. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Inside the teaching building, apart from the regular classrooms, there are also a library, an activity room, an indoor gym, and other multifunctional classrooms.

There are only a few classrooms that are actually used for teaching.

It’s very convenient for You Le to bring people here to block others.

Because there are only two elite classes in the second-year grade, located on the second floor.

Students in the Elite Class all have a physique and spiritual power reaching A-level. The number is very small, with only 42 students in both classes combined, 20 in Class A and 22 in Class B.

"What are you doing here?"

The teacher, who was giving a lecture in the classroom, saw You Le and instinctively disliked it, stopped the lecture, and asked loudly.

There were two doors at the front and back of the classroom, and the wall in between also had a half-window. Through the window, the teacher could clearly see more than a dozen students standing outside the classroom, aggressively blocking both doors.

Although they didn’t interrupt the class, their stance clearly indicated they were here to cause trouble.

You Le ignored them, and the students from Class 8 naturally did not speak either, but their eyes were fixed on the students inside the classroom.

The students of Elite Class A seemed very disciplined. They weren’t curious when they saw them, only giving a few glances at the door, then looked forward to the podium calmly, as if the students standing outside were not there to provoke, but a bunch of irrelevant passersby.

"Teacher, you’ve already wasted two minutes." Class monitor Wu Muzhe interrupted the teacher’s question.

His attitude angered Ma Weiwei at the door, "What do you mean?"

But Wu Muzhe didn’t even spare her a glance, continuing, "Our class’s time is very precious, not for idle talk with irrelevant people. Teacher, you are wasting our study time."

"You... looking for death, aren’t you?"

You Le pulled back the enraged Ma Weiwei, looking at him with a gloomy expression.

Wu Muzhe, class monitor of Elite Class A, consistently ranked first in the entire grade, very high in both physique and spiritual power, physique S-Class, spiritual power A9-level, is the most promising student with the talent to awaken a superpower in Anhe Middle School. He has already been signed by Beijing First Academy, cherished by Wang Li. If anyone dares to harm him, Wang Li would absolutely kick him out of Anhe Middle School.

"Sister You, look at him..." Ma Weiwei was not reconciled.

You Le glanced inside the classroom at these so-called geniuses who always looked down on regular class students, sneering, "No need to waste words with him, some people won’t even be second in the future."

Wu Muzhe’s face slightly darkened; the second referred to the physique test. Both he and You Le had S-Class physiques, but his assessment scores were always worse than You Le’s. This matter was known only to teachers and those who also participated in the S-Class exam.

Those few people were not gossipers, so hardly anyone in the school knew that You Le had an S-Class physique.

Wu Muzhe’s fingers holding the pen were turning somewhat pale.

At this moment, the class bell suddenly rang.

"Ding ling ling——"

A Class students didn’t move, while Class 8 students immediately stepped forward to block the front and back doors of both classes.

This directly agitated the teacher giving the lecture, "What do you intend to do?"

"Nothing much, just want to have a chat with a rumor-monger. Whoever lives in Mingfu Garden, step out." You Le leaned against the door, sneering.

But none of the students in Class A moved. You Le glanced at all of them, continuing, "Don’t let me look down on you self-proclaimed elite geniuses."

Wu Muzhe, looking serious, reasonably asked, "Do you have any evidence to prove that it was our Elite Class students who spread the rumors?"

Ma Weiwei was the first to speak, "Who else would dare spread rumors about Sister You if not your group?"

"Ridiculous."

Wu Muzhe let out a cold laugh, disdainfully replying, "You think we would pay attention to your daily lives? To be honest, we rarely check the campus network; it would only waste our study time. Besides, what about You Le is worth spreading rumors? Excellent at fighting? Or dominating Anhe Middle School?"

These words were rather unkind, not only changing You Le’s face but also causing Ma Weiwei and the Class 8 students led by You Le to go ballistic instantly.

Ma Weiwei couldn’t hold back, directly rushing into the classroom, ready to hit someone.

"Am I giving you face, huh?"

Wu Muzhe was not afraid at all. When she rushed over, his eyes flashed with shrewdness, and his palm clenched into a fist, ready to teach her a deep lesson, to let her know the Elite Class A of Anhe Middle School was not someone anyone could challenge.

But before she could get close, the teacher stopped her, grabbing her arm, "What do you think you’re doing? Trying to fight in front of a teacher? Do you have any regard for the school rules?"

"Then, do you teachers regard us students?" Ma Weiwei suddenly turned and roared, full of pent-up anger. She pointed at the A Class students and shouted, "Why is it that our regular class students are slandered but can’t even investigate, while as soon as they face some grievance, the entire school knows? Just because our talent and grades are not as good as theirs?"

The teacher was stunned by this unexpected outburst and after a while, said, "Student, calm down. You can talk to a teacher about any issues."

"Hehe... how about telling Director Wang?" Ma Weiwei yanked his hand away, glaring viciously at the A Class students, "Who lives in Mingfu Garden, stand up! Don’t make me check one by one."

But the Elite Class students remained unmoved; their indifference stung Ma Weiwei’s sensitive heart.

"Crap, is everyone mute?" Ma Weiwei kicked the podium table. The loud noise startled everyone, but it didn’t faze the A Class students in the slightest.

They just watched as if they were watching a disinteresting clown performance, faces cold and eyes taunting.

Ma Weiwei’s eyes were turning red, fists clenched, loudly rushing towards the nearest A Class student.

Just about to throw a punch, this time she was stopped again. Ma Weiwei turned and delivered a backhand punch, hitting Ji Ning’s handsome face.

"Taking out your anger, violence is the lowest measure, and you won’t beat him anyway."

Ji Ning said, retracting the foot aimed at the A Class student. The shoe sole was only 1 cm from his face.

The boy opposite looked shocked, his previously blank face filled with disbelief.

When did she arrive?

She was so fast he couldn’t even react.

He slowly lowered his outstretched hand, warily distancing himself from Ji Ning.

If she hadn’t suddenly kicked over, he could have directly dislocated Ma Weiwei’s arm.

"Sister Ning..."

"You all go back."

Ji Ning looked at the Class 8 students behind her, releasing Ma Weiwei’s arm, casually glancing at the A Class students, her tone extremely bland, "Elite Class, nothing special."

"What did you say?"

Finally, someone reacted.

But Ji Ning didn’t even spare a glance, hooking Ma Weiwei’s neck with a raised hand, and as they walked out of the classroom, she educated, "He’s purposely provoking you, waiting for you to act first so he can righteously beat you up."

"..."

Wu Muzhe had never seen Ji Ning before, and when she struck, he hadn’t even seen when she appeared.

Immediately sounding alarms in his heart.

Spoke up, "Wait a minute, who are you?"

"Ask your classmate, Qin Muyao."

Sitting in the middle of the classroom, a girl’s face turned white instantly, her fingers nervously pinching her skirt.

All the surrounding classmates turned to look at her, making her panic, but she forced herself to appear calm, steadied her voice, and said, "Why are you calling me? I don’t know you."

Ji Ning, upon hearing this, stopped, turned back to glance at her, the corners of her lips rising, yet her voice held no warmth.

"Try taking photos of us again, and I’ll chop off your hands!"