Chapter 41: Rumor Has It, A Windfall of Fortune
“Mr. Zhang, according to the college’s admission regulations, Su Mingyue has a three-day cooling-off period during which she can make her own choice through our school’s admission platform,” Liu Neng hurriedly explained.
Oh!
Zhang Chu calmly placed the transcript in front of Su Mingyue. “Since our responsibilities for the martial arts examination are over, I’m off duty now. I’ll leave the remaining matters to you two.”
At the martial arts arena.
Surrounded by the awe-filled gazes of thousands of university students, Zhang Chu prepared to leave work.
“I refuse to accept this!”
“Why should my score be zero just because you say so? I’m going to the Martial Arts Research Institute’s admissions office to file a complaint against you. I’ll report you for abusing your authority for personal grudges, and for obtaining your position as counselor at the Martial Arts Academy through improper means!”
“I’m going to tell the leadership of the Martial Arts Academy that just a month ago, you were still a cripple in a wheelchair!”
Seeing Zhang Chu about to leave, Su Mingyue wiped away her tears, struggled to her feet, and blocked his path.
“If you hadn’t said anything, I wouldn’t have realized how much of a genius I am.”
Zhang Chu gave Su Mingyue a cool glance and strode away.
Liu Neng and the other teacher exchanged glances, feeling a pang of pity for Su Mingyue.
If she quietly chose supplementary admission or the preparatory class, there might still be hope.
But if she really filed a complaint—
Su Mingyue was courting disaster.
Zhang Xueying had personally recruited Zhang Chu as a social talent for the school— even the dean had to show him respect!
Watching Zhang Chu’s retreating figure, Su Mingyue could endure no longer. She squatted on the ground, burying her face in her knees, sobbing so bitterly that her delicate frame trembled.
Huang Wenzhan grew anxious.
It had been no easy feat for Binzhou University to have a certified level-one martial artist qualify for early admission, and now it was all wasted.
He quickly chased after Zhang Chu.
Vroom...
Just as he reached the gate, a Lei Zhan L1 sped past him— Zhang Chu was behind the wheel.
“Level three?” Staring at the receding taillights, Huang Wenzhan’s mind buzzed.
Fuming, he pulled out his phone and dialed the office director. “How did Li Feng even become a homeroom teacher? Suspension and self-reflection are too light— fire him immediately. Yes, fire him!”
Leaving Binzhou University behind, Zhang Chu drove to the most luxurious restaurant in Binzhou and enjoyed a sumptuous meal.
He presented his green level-four martial artist’s card.
On the table lay the keys to the Lei Zhan car and the teacher’s badge from the Martial Arts Research Institute.
Even the restaurant manager personally served his dishes.
Zhang Chu ate while browsing the forums.
As expected.
On the university student forum, the news of Su Mingyue scoring zero in her interview shot to the trending list, complete with on-site video footage.
“Still so dashing,” he mused.
Zhang Chu swiped through a few videos, unable to help but marvel at his own striking appearance.
In the afternoon.
He turned off his phone, drew the curtains, and slept in until he woke naturally.
It was already past four when he awoke.
After using the restroom, he turned his phone back on.
The class group chat was flooded with messages tagging him:
“@Zhang Chu, you were amazing today!”
“@Zhang Chu: Brother Chu, consider me for the supplementary admission at the end of the year!”
“@Zhang Chu: Teacher Zhang, good news— the school just issued an official notice. Li Feng, that blind fool, has already been fired and has just packed his things and left.”
“@Zhang Chu: Brother Chu, my god, when are we getting together? My treat.”
Watching his classmates fawn over him while trampling on Li Feng and Su Mingyue, Zhang Chu’s thumb moved deftly— he exited the group on the spot.
He was already a counselor for the first cohort of postgraduates at the Martial Arts Research Institute; who had time to hang around with this bunch of losers?
Just as he was about to order some takeout, an unfamiliar number popped up on his phone.
“You’re Su Mingyue’s friend, right? If she doesn’t pay back the money soon, we’re contractually obligated to make her photos and videos public. You’d better give her a heads-up, or take the consequences yourself!”
“Be sure to send me a copy of those videos— may the good be rewarded!”
With that, Zhang Chu hung up directly.
He couldn’t be bothered to care what trouble Su Mingyue had gotten herself into, or why debt collectors were contacting him.
This world was nothing like his previous life.
As a teacher at the Martial Arts Research Institute, his status was exceedingly high— a forerunner in the age of spiritual revival.
Even street thugs would have to slap themselves in the face upon meeting him.
If Zhang Chu felt like pursuing it, just that phone call alone would have the Martial Arts Bureau’s enforcement squad track down and destroy those idiots.
But he had no time for such matters now.
He glanced at his phone.
Dozens of missed calls from Zhao Wuming.
Judging by the time, today and tomorrow were the days for drug trials.
He’d signed the contract and received his pay— now it was time to work.
Changing into a new outfit and grabbing the Lei Zhan car keys, he opened the villa door— only to see a figure lunging at him, wielding a dagger.
“Zhang Chu, you bastard! It’s all your fault I lost my job— I’m going to kill you!”
A level-four martial artist— his reactions were lightning-fast.
With a simple sidestep, the attacker missed completely.
Looking up, Zhang Chu realized it was Li Feng, the former homeroom teacher.
Having been fired, Li Feng had truly snapped.
He’d brought a knife to the Martial Artists’ Residence and waited outside Zhang Chu’s home for a chance to take revenge.
Missing with his first attack, Li Feng roared and charged again.
Zhang Chu remained silent.
Such trash wasn’t even worth his anger.
As Li Feng pressed closer with the knife, Zhang Chu slapped him so hard he flew more than ten meters away, instantly knocked unconscious.
Stepping over Li Feng’s body, Zhang Chu got into his car.
When he reached the entrance of the community, he rolled down the window and the security guard hurried over. “Mr. Zhang Chu, is there anything we can assist you with?”
“Your security really needs improvement. Mad dogs are biting at my door now.”
With that, Zhang Chu floored the accelerator, heading for the Kewei Research Institute.
The security staff were terrified.
A complaint from a villa resident was no small matter.
They quickly rallied their forces and marched into the villa district.
...
By now, Zhang Chu had grown entirely at ease with the attention of others.
He parked at the entrance of Kewei Research Institute.
Sunglasses on, phone in hand, he stepped out, accepting the stares and photos of onlookers before strolling inside.
No sooner had he entered than he was surrounded.
People gossiped about his dramatic break-up with a manipulative ex-girlfriend, about how his looks had stunned the crowd.
Others pressed him about whether he had a girlfriend.
Every other sentence was “Teacher Zhang.”
No need to ask— Zhang Chu knew his identity as a teacher had been exposed.
After squeezing his way to the second floor, he had barely stepped out of the elevator when he ran into Zhao Wuming.
“Teacher Zhang!” Zhao Wuming called out immediately.
Zhang Chu felt a shiver run down his spine. “Brother Zhao, are you teasing me too?”
“Teacher Zhang, you’re a counselor at the Martial Arts Research Institute now— who would dare tease you?”
Zhao Wuming was more enthusiastic than ever.
A teacher at the Martial Arts Research Institute was part of the Martial Arts Bureau’s official establishment— quite different from an ordinary civil servant.
“All right, Brother Zhao, enough with the jokes. Let’s get started with the drug trials.”
Zhang Chu smiled.
“No rush. The director said once you arrive, I should take you to his office. Word is, there’s a fortune waiting for you!”