A Tribute to His Youth?

Chen Shu suddenly stood up, looked at the petite Xia Bing, and spoke seriously.

"Class rep, are you actually questioning my learning ability??"

As soon as the words left his mouth, the classroom fell completely silent.

Damn, could he be any more of a straight-laced blockhead?

Forget red thread tied by the matchmaker, even a steel cable would snap under this tension.

Seeing the others' stunned expressions,

Chen Shu remained oblivious and sat back down, completely unbothered.

But those who knew him understood—Chen Shu wasn't just a straight-laced guy, he was simply… mentally unwell.

"Oh…"

Xia Bing felt slightly embarrassed.

...

...

She had thought that giving him a Beast Taming Orb yesterday meant they were at least friends now.

But Chen Shu's entire performance left her speechless.

She turned and went back to her seat.

"Naughty Chen, you understand silence better than Mulan ever did…" Wang Meng couldn't help but sigh.

In truth, Xia Bing genuinely just cared about his grades and sincerely wanted to help.

If he failed the cultural subjects and missed out on his dream university, that would truly be a lifelong regret.

The joyful afternoon quickly passed.

Ring ring ring!

"What a fulfilling day."

Chen Shu stood up, stretched, and let out an enormous yawn that seemed to go on forever.

Immediately, many others started yawning as well.

Was that yawn really necessary?

Everyone nearby looked at him with resentful eyes—who knew yawning could be this contagious?

"There's still a month until the final exams. With a few more choices from the system, the cultural subjects should be no problem."

"I'm already a level-2 Beast Tamer now. If I can reach level 4, I should be around top 30 in the grade."

Chen Shu walked toward the school gate while summarizing his progress.

Playtime is playtime, messing around is fine, but don't joke around when it comes to exams.

Even with the system, the college entrance exam is still a life-changing opportunity.

Just as Chen Shu reached the school gate, seven or eight people suddenly surrounded him.

Leading the group was none other than Zheng Yi's older brother, Zheng Nan.

"Yo, isn't this Brother Nan? Your face looks even more swollen now, but I can still vaguely recognize your dashing charisma."

Zheng Nan felt a mouthful of blood stuck in his chest, as if he'd been punched straight in the gut.

This guy not only hits hard but has a mouth like a knife—not something most people can handle.

"Are high school juniors these days always this cocky?"

A man in a white shirt and glasses, looking very refined, chimed in.

"Give me a break. What era do you think this is? Being one year older doesn't mean you can crush someone with age."

Chen Shu sneered, completely unfazed.

Because they were at the school gate, and the security office was just nearby.

"I thought it started raining… turns out you just left me speechless, bro."

Chen Shu's mocking words instantly rattled the group.

After all, they were young and hot-blooded, and couldn't easily hold back their temper.

Just as they were about to make a move and teach him a lesson—

Chen Shu suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs, loud enough for half the school to hear.

"A senior is committing murder!"

What the hell! Does this guy come with a built-in loudspeaker?

In an instant, the group panicked.

His voice was way too loud, bound to draw a crowd.

More importantly—who the hell was killing anyone?

Just making things up on the spot?

"Zheng Nan! Let's get out of here first!"

They quickly reached a consensus and tried to slip away into the crowd.

"Stop right there!"

Just then, a middle-aged man in a blue security uniform walked over.

He clearly recognized Chen Shu—after all, only a few students at school stood out this much.

"What are you guys doing?"

Several security guards gathered, eyeing Zheng Nan and the others.

"Uncle, we didn't do anything. Just chatting among friends."

"Chatting? And it somehow led to murder?"

The security guard looked over at the tall Chen Shu and asked,

"Chen Shu, what happened?"

"Uncle Wang, this guy said he wanted to kill me—to honor his lost youth!"

Zheng Nan: "???"

In that moment, the seniors felt like they'd been punched in the chest.

What kind of ridiculous nonsense was this?

Can't this guy say a single thing a normal person would say?

Even the guards twitched at the corners of their mouths, clearly finding it too absurd.

At that moment, a few people in formal wear walked up to the school gate.

"What's going on here?"

A stern-faced middle-aged man stepped forward—it was the dean, Director Ma.

Seeing him, Zheng Nan and the others immediately felt things were about to go south.

"Director Ma, thank goodness you're here."

Chen Shu put on a wronged expression and began pouring out accusations against Zheng Nan.

"Take your time, student," said Director Ma, looking at Zheng Nan and his group—clearly recognizing his own students.

At first, Ma Yu's eyes were filled with anger, thinking his students were bullying someone from a lower grade.

But the more he listened, the more ridiculous and unbelievable it all sounded.

Killing someone to honor lost youth? What kind of nonsense…

"Alright, student, I've got the general idea."

Ma Yu's face was dark with disbelief as he finally cut Chen Shu off.

"You can go home for now. I'll handle the rest."

Chen Shu looked reluctant, clearly wanting to say more, but finally walked away from the gate.

"Zheng Nan, the college entrance exam is almost here. Why are you picking fights now?"

Ma Yu let out a long sigh of relief—finally managing to send Chen Shu away.

"Director Ma, we really didn't do anything."

Zheng Nan looked completely wronged, and with the bruises on his face, he practically looked like the victim.

"Cut the crap! The exam's just days away. None of you better cause any trouble. If this affects the Gaokao..."

Ma Yu's tone turned harsh. As the dean, he wouldn't allow any disruptions during such a crucial time.

"We understand."

Zheng Nan and his group slouched, filled with frustration.

...

Meanwhile, Chen Shu had returned home and started studying peacefully.

Though the system had granted him knowledge of beast-taming history, he still needed to practice with exercises to fully master it.

Even if the system spoon-fed him the answers, he still had to open his mouth, right?

Besides, after offending the Zheng brothers, it was best not to wander around at night alone.

Otherwise, there was a real chance he could get caught off guard.

How could someone of his stature go down so easily?

A week passed quickly.

Chen Shu kept a low profile and avoided any drama.

In those few days, he only triggered two options—rewards included strength and size enhancements for his slime.

Although Chen Shu was only a level-2 beast tamer, his contracted beast now had the combat strength of a level-3.

"Finally, it's time for a break!"

"We've waited so long for this day. Dreamed so long and finally made it come true..."

The class was buzzing with excitement.

Nanjing City's No. 2 High School was one of the Gaokao test centers, which meant students from other grades got a three-day break.

"Brother Meng, got any plans for the next three days?"

"My family booked me into a beast-taming dojo. I'll be training all three days."

"Same here. I've got to obediently attend beast-taming cram school."