Chapter 53 0055: I will come again tomorrow.

Zhang Yang and the others knew exactly why the group from Longjiang was glaring at Chu Yun with such fury: the time hadn’t come yet.

“This isn’t just showing off anymore; it’s outright provocation,” Zhang Yang said. “If I were them, in two minutes, I’d cuff him and eat him alive.”

Zhao Hu added, “That would be a savage sight.”

Wang Biao chimed in, “He’s taken it this far. Even Miss Manman wouldn’t be able to protect someone like him. If he doesn’t get his comeuppance, it would be an outrage against heaven!”

Across from them, the Longjiang crowd watched the seconds ticking away, but Chu Yun truly showed no intention of fleeing.

“You’ve got thirty seconds left. Even if you don’t fight back, I’m still going to beat you up!” Zhao Kuo squinted at Chu Yun, his voice low.

Chu Yun merely nodded. “Oh, all right.”

And that was it. Nothing more.

This only stoked Longjiang’s anger further.

They refused to believe Chu Yun was really unafraid.

“Twenty-five seconds!”

“Twenty seconds!”

“Ten seconds!”

“Five!”

Chu Yun kept gnawing on his chicken wing, but the Longjiang group had all tightened their fists and stood, encircling him, ready to strike.

As the distant bell tower tolled midnight, marking the beginning of the night, Chu Yun, in full view of everyone, actually reached out for another grilled wing!

Zhao Kuo’s eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint flashing within.

A threatening aura wrapped around Chu Yun.

“Do you hear that?” Zhao Kuo motioned for Chu Yun to listen to the clock’s chimes, giving a final warning. He didn’t believe Chu Yun could be so brazenly fearless.

Chu Yun nodded while chewing, listening to the chimes.

“How many times did it ring?” Zhao Kuo asked.

“Twelve,” Chu Yun replied.

Zhao Kuo raised a brow.

He actually knew the exact time?

He snorted. “Are you going to run?”

Chu Yun replied, “Are you going to hit me?”

Zhao Kuo and the others nodded. “You’d better run. Honestly, we hope you have a little backbone, so we can beat you up with a clear conscience.”

“Oh, so you just want a reason to hit me? My mistake—I haven’t provoked you enough. All right then.” Chu Yun nodded, reached over to snatch the wing out of Xiao Guo’s hand, and took a fierce bite.

Xiao Guo’s face changed. “That was mine!”

“I know,” Chu Yun said. “So? Unhappy? Hit me.”

A muscle twitched in Xiao Guo’s face. The next instant, the Longjiang crowd stepped back to give Xiao Guo room to vent. With a vicious snarl, Xiao Guo hurled a fist at Chu Yun.

Chu Yun, head bowed and focused on his chicken wing, casually raised his free hand and caught the punch cleanly.

The other Longjiang seniors’ eyes narrowed in shock.

Xiao Guo hadn’t expected his punch to be caught—especially when the other man hadn’t even looked up, still eating, as if showing off at such a moment.

Enraged and humiliated, Xiao Guo lashed out with a kick, aiming to knock the chicken wing from Chu Yun’s hand.

But as soon as Chu Yun released Xiao Guo’s fist, he countered with a single punch to the sole of Xiao Guo’s outstretched foot. From Zhang Yang and the others’ vantage point, Xiao Guo sailed over the fire in a perfect arc and crashed into a tree stump with a heavy thud.

Only now did the rest of the Longjiang crew snap out of their daze, narrowing their eyes at Chu Yun.

At that moment, Chu Yun tossed aside the skewer, wiped the grease from his mouth, stood up, and stretched lazily. “It’s already three minutes past midnight. I gave you three minutes to run, and you wasted it. Fine, since this is the first day of our academies’ exchange, as class president, I’ll set an example and go first.”

With that, he swept a kick at the nearest Longjiang student. The man hadn’t expected Chu Yun’s speed; in the flicker of the firelight, the wind from Chu Yun’s leg nearly snuffed out the flames. Before he could react, Chu Yun’s swift kick landed squarely.

Bang!

The man was sent skidding across the dirt like a mop, flying more than ten meters away.

Chu Yun spun gracefully and unleashed a thunderous punch at another Longjiang student.

This one dodged, barely avoiding the blow, and tried to counterstrike.

But Chu Yun caught his fist with one hand, yanked him off balance, and hurled him against the tree stump.

Only now did Zhao Kuo and the rest, reacting in a flash, charge Chu Yun together.

Chu Yun saw how quickly they surrounded him, fists and feet coming from all sides. Realizing he couldn’t fend them all off at once, he let out a mighty shout, and the force from his core surged outward in a shockwave.

The concrete beneath his feet cracked; the surrounding leaves rustled violently. The seven Longjiang students attacking him were blasted into the air by Chu Yun’s force!

Even the nearby fire whipped and snapped from the blast.

When the dust settled, Chu Yun stood tall, his imposing figure surrounded by the ten Longjiang students, all sprawled on the ground. Some clutched their chests, winded by internal injuries; others coughed violently from previous wounds or sheer shock.

It was a scene too surreal to be believed.

“It’s all just rumors,” Hou Manman said from afar, the corners of her lips curling up, teasing the dumbstruck Zhang Yang and his friends, whose jaws had nearly dropped to the ground. “You didn’t see anything, did you?”

No one answered.

In the pitch-black forest, the only sound was the incessant gulping of saliva.

Every time Chu Yun landed a punch or a kick on a Longjiang student, Zhang Yang and the others’ eyelids twitched violently.

The Longjiang students roared in rage, their fury terrifying as they howled to tear Chu Yun to pieces. But every time one rushed at him, he was sent flying right back—a cycle that repeated endlessly. Chu Yun seemed like the blazing bonfire, and this group were moths drawn to the flame, only to be burned by their own recklessness.

In the end, as some fell and others struggled to rise, a few could no longer get up at all.

When Chu Yun raised his fist to strike a final blow, a weak hand lifted, offering him a Star Emblem.

Chu Yun took the emblem, but still swung his fist down.

This made Zhang Yang and the others tense so hard they nearly jumped out of their skins.

“I’m not feeling well—I’ll go hide,” Zhang Yang blurted suddenly.

“Me too,” Zhao Hu said.

“Same here,” echoed Wang Biao.

“What are you running from?” Hou Manman said. “I told you, with Chu Yun here, the Longjiang people can’t get through.”

In perfect unison, the eight from Lan Feng replied, “We’re hiding from Chu Yun!”

When Chu Yun walked up to Xiao Guo, the latter burst into tears, begging, “You can have all my chicken wings. If you want more, I’ll grill them for you—just… please, stop hitting me!”

After pulling his hand back, Chu Yun let out a satisfied burp, swept his gaze over them, counted the ten Star Emblems in his bag, and said, “Keep them—I’ll be back tomorrow.”

Those lying on the ground shuddered at his words.