Thirteen Tigers, military training! The plan has changed.

7:30 a.m.

Wang Zhen slowly awakened from his slumber, lazily opening his eyes. He turned over and noticed a crisp fifty-yuan bill placed at the foot of his bed.

“Does this guy really intend to repay me? But why does this note look exactly like the one I gave him?” A complex wave of emotions surged within Wang Zhen. He frowned, muttering to himself, yet he had no choice but to get up and start tidying himself.

Today marked the first day of the freshman military training, and they planned to give Liu Jie a memorable “welcome gift” on this very day.

Wang Zhen’s spirits were unusually buoyant, as if the very air around him was infused with the promise of victory. He quickly donned his military training uniform and followed his roommates downstairs.

On the vast school playground, all the freshmen gathered. Yet, at that moment, a subtle undercurrent was quietly stirring atop the teaching building.

On the top floor, a solitary figure observed the crowd below with piercing, penetrating eyes—Yang Yu. His hands were casually tucked into his pockets, his gaze sharp and deep.

“Liu Jie, don’t go to the demonstration this time. Let Liang Ping take your place,” Yang Yu’s voice was low and commanding, each word resonating with an unyielding authority as if emerging from the depths of an abyss.

Liu Jie furrowed his brow, a hint of reluctance and confusion flickering in his eyes. “Brother Yu, why won’t you let me go this time? I—” His words were cut short by a fierce glare from Yang Yu.

“Are you stupid?” Yang Yu replied disdainfully, tinged with reproach. “Do you think yesterday’s incident could have been hidden from anyone? A newcomer like you actually dared to beat one of the Thirteen Tigers so badly he was bleeding from the head! If you go, everyone will think all of us Thirteen Tigers are useless.” Liang Ping stood beside Yang Yu, watching the crowd on the playground.

Yang Yu’s gaze sharpened further. “Liu Jie, in this school, strength rules everything. Your rashness yesterday has caused considerable trouble for us Thirteen Tigers. This time, Liang Ping will go instead. He understands better how to control his emotions and how to protect our dignity when it counts.”

Liu Jie had no choice but to bow his head in resignation. He knew that in this world where the strong dominate, any mistake could be a fatal weakness. He felt utterly humiliated.

Their story was only just beginning...

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“Liang Ping, the freshman who beat Liu Jie yesterday is Wang Zhen. Take care of him and go greet him later,” Yang Yu said, hands in pockets, eyes steely and resolute.

“Understood, Brother Yu,” Liang Ping nodded.

“If necessary, make sure he can’t stay in this school,” Yang Yu mused quietly.

At that moment, a student strolled past behind Liu Jie, moving slowly.

“The plan changed. The one demonstrating won’t be Liu Jie anymore, but Liang Ping,” a message popped up on Wei Jiang’s phone. Wei Jiang glanced briefly, then resumed playing the game on his computer.

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