Jiang Shu left the school.
He did so quietly, unnoticed.
But his exploits quickly spread from the senior class to the juniors and sophomores.
Some students, who had already thought about switching to become Martial Arts Students, felt even more determined.
In their minds, they pictured scene after scene.
Jiang Shu stood tall and proud.
Jiang Shu lifted his desk with ease.
Jiang Shu joked and laughed with the principal.
Jiang Shu was—
Jiang Shu was giving a massage.
"Ouch... ah... right there... hiss..."
Inside the bedroom.
Jiang Yongyi sat shirtless, gritting his teeth.
Jiang Shu used a masterful technique, massaging his father's whole back until the blood flowed smoothly and his skin turned red.
"Take a break, take a break. Little Shu, where did you learn these moves, huh? How are you so good at this?"
