Class 11A10
"Wing Chun, Lam Minh, requests a lesson!"
Le Dao Khuc was also extremely surprised by Lam Minh. Was this his weak friend?
Lam Minh was now ready for a confrontation.
In truth, he didn't know the first thing about Wing Chun.
He had only watched the movie "Ip Man" and thought the main character was very cool, so he was just imitating him.
And now, he also wanted to test himself. He wanted to see what benefits his cultivation results—the eleven blood essence points he currently had—would bring.
After all, in his previous life, he was a warrior who had fought on the battlefield.
"Hmph, brothers, get him! Show him some manners," the leader of the group finally spoke up.
Immediately, the six thug underlings rushed forward. A Cau, the one standing closest to Lam Minh, threw a punch at him.
How naive.
These braggarts were, in reality, just a disorganized mob. The punch had no technique whatsoever; it was slow and inaccurate.
Just as the punch was about to land, Lam Minh launched himself forward. A perfectly aimed kick landed squarely on A Cau's stomach.
Ugh!
A Cau staggered back a few steps and then fell onto his butt, his eyes wide with disbelief that Lam Minh could counterattack.
Although he was a thug, he also dreamed of cultivating and had accumulated 200 blood essence points.
Lam Minh's kick didn't cause much damage, but it was a true humiliation.
Le Dao Khuc had also joined the fray. He shouted, "Anyone who touches a brother of this Le also touches me, Le!"
He leaped up from his desk, executing a "Great Eagle Spreads its Wings" move, intending to land coolly in front of the seven thugs.
And then… he slipped.
Thud!
Le Dao Khuc, just as he thought he looked incredibly handsome in his landing pose, somehow found the floor to be incredibly slippery.
His back slammed straight onto the ground.
"Ah, ow, that hurts so much…" Le moaned in pain.
Lam Minh also froze on the spot.
My dear brother, your flair for the dramatic is just like mine.
The description took a while, but the entire event unfolded in less than five seconds. Immediately, the remaining thugs rushed forward.
And after that…
There was no after that.
Even though Lam Minh had 11 blood essence points, that number was far too small compared to these thugs. Both he and Le were beaten to a pulp.
"Ah! Ow! Don't kick the family jewels!" Le Dao Khuc quickly caught a kick from one of the thugs aimed at his lower body.
That move was truly vicious; if he weren't careful, he could have lost his future generations.
Although the two of them managed to land a few counterattacks, it was truly like a mosquito biting an iron plate compared to the other side.
Lam Minh realized his mistake. Even though he had a system and was cultivating blood essence, how could he compare to these thugs who had been accumulating it for a long time?
On average, they each had at least 200-300 blood essence points.
Despite being beaten, Lam Minh's eyes were burning with fire.
He would not give up.
One day, he would crush these thugs under his feet and make them apologize.
Just then, Lam Minh noticed something.
As they threw their punches, dark red attribute bubbles were dropping from them.
Without much thought, Lam Minh touched a fairly large red bubble.
[Ding! The host has picked up a cultivation attribute, +2 blood essence points.]
Ah!
So that's how it was, how magical.
Just as studying dropped knowledge attribute points, fighting dropped blood essence points.
Lam Minh changed his strategy.
He no longer tried to counterattack but focused solely on picking up attribute points.
Every dark red bubble that dropped was immediately snatched up by Lam Minh's quick hands and sharp eyes.
[Ding! The host has picked up a cultivation attribute, +3 blood essence points.]
[Ding! The host has picked up a cultivation attribute, +4 blood essence points.]
[Ding! The host has picked up a cultivation attribute, +2 blood essence points.]
...
[Ding! The host has picked up a cultivation attribute, +1 blood essence point.]
Ah! Why only +1? This guy is so weak. I took such a beating, and all I get is 1 point.
"If you've got guts, hit harder!" Lam Minh roared.
The students in the class looked at Lam Minh with admiration.
Two against seven, not only refusing to give up but also loudly provoking them. So classy.
Hearing this, the thugs became even more enraged and hit harder.
Five minutes later…
"Ptooey! You two better remember our faces next time," the leader spat on the ground, then stuck his hands in his pockets and turned to leave.
Lam Minh and Le Dao Khuc were now lying flat on the ground.
"System," Lam Minh said silently.
[Ding! The Attribute Picking System is happy to serve the host!]
[Name: Lam Minh]
[Age: 16]
[Cultivation: Mortal (87/1000 Blood Essence)]
[Spiritual Root: Hoang-Grade Spiritual Root (0/100,000 Spiritual Root Points)]
[Technique: Crippling Wind Fist (Initiate) 14/1000 points to level up]
[Lucky Spin (Break through to the 9th layer of Body Tempering to spin again)]
???
When did I get a technique slot???
It must have been dropped by one of them during the fight just now, but the technique was only at the initiate level.
Lam Minh thought about it, and a stream of knowledge about the "Crippling Wind Fist" appeared in his mind.
It felt as if he had been practicing it for months.
Heh! Heh! Heh!
Lying on the ground, Lam Minh burst out laughing with an incredibly vile and joyful tone. How could he not be happy? Eating a meal got him 5-10 blood essence points, while one fight gave him a whopping 76 points. And he even picked up a new combat skill. So happy!
Le Dao Khuc next to him didn't understand why Lam Minh was laughing, but then he started laughing along. His brother had dared to fight back against the thugs for the first time. This shared hardship made Le extremely happy. And so, the two of them lay on the floor, giggling together under the confused gazes of a few classmates.
Some of the female students came over to help Lam Minh up, asking with concern and brushing the dust off his clothes.
"Are you okay?" a shy female student asked.
Although Lam Minh's only notable features were being tall and handsome, that didn't stop her from developing feelings for him. It didn't matter; even though he was poor, Lam Minh's looks were enough to make her heart pound.
Le Dao Khuc opened his eyes, staring blankly at the group of girls helping Lam Minh.
Why? Why only help him? Le Dao Khuc also thought his fighting stance just now was very handsome. What was wrong with it? In the end, two streams of tears rolled down his face. He thought to himself, "So unfair!"
Lam Minh gently declined the girls' affections. For him now, love was a luxury. He couldn't even support himself, so where would he get the money for dating? The experience with Lieu Nhu Yen had taught him a profound lesson.
He helped Le back to his seat. Just then, the bell for class rang.
Math class.
Usually, as soon as the bell rang, the figure of their Math teacher, Mr. Toan, would appear at the classroom door, but not today.
Five minutes passed… Ten minutes passed…
Only then did a graceful figure in a pristine white ao dai step into the classroom. She was tall, with what Lam Minh guessed were 90-59-96 measurements. The pants and tunic of the ao dai hugged her alluring curves perfectly. Her pure face, with slightly curled, jet-black hair falling over her slender shoulders.
Lam Minh's jaw dropped. This girl looked vaguely familiar. Her large, round eyes with jet-black pupils, pristine white skin, and a slender, high nose formed a perfect curve. Those eyes seemed to draw the gazes of all the male students in the class.
"Here it is, the bloom of youth… So heart-fluttering," Lam Minh thought to himself. He was captivated by the girl in front of him. She was different from the goddesses he had seen in his past life, a pure beauty that anyone would want to cherish in the palm of their hand.
"Hello everyone, I'm To Quyen, a student from class 11A03. Mr. Toan is busy today, so he asked me to take over his class," she said, her voice incredibly clear and attractive.
Le's jaw also dropped, looking as if drool was about to spill out.
At that moment, a memory from his past life surfaced in Lam Minh's mind. To Quyen, the daughter of a high-ranking official who ran the ASEAN bloc; information about her family was secret. She was a top student at Tran Hung Dao High School, extremely talented and beautiful, often honored to speak before the entire school. In her twelfth-grade year, she officially became taken. Another top student named Gia Huy from the same class successfully won her over, to the regret of all the male students in the school. After graduation, she was specially admitted as a researcher at the National Cultivator Research Institute.
But just a few years later, Lam Minh had read a sensational article online: "Brainiac genius To Quyen murdered by her boyfriend at the National Research Institute." According to the killer's testimony, he couldn't accept that she was cheating on him. But when the police investigated, there was no evidence that she had been unfaithful, and her boyfriend couldn't provide any proof either. In the end, the Prosecutor's Office ruled that he suffered from schizophrenia. He was always obsessed with her being better and more famous than him, and was afraid of losing her. His destination was a mental asylum, not prison. A tragic love story, and what a pity for that talented girl.
Lam Minh snapped out of his thoughts. His gaze became more compassionate than infatuated. If she hadn't loved that Gia Huy guy, would she have met such a tragic end?
Lam Minh secretly made a decision. He would prevent that from happening. Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. If he could win her over, the future would change. And if he couldn't, he would at least try to prevent her from ending up with that psychopath.
"Alright, today I'll be teaching you about spatial geometry in place of Mr. Toan, okay?" To Quyen said. She plugged a USB into the computer, and slide after slide of her presentation appeared, accompanied by her pure voice.
Lam Minh thought he had to do something to impress this girl, or he wouldn't have another chance to interact with her after this class. With that thought, Lam Minh immediately raised his hand.
To Quyen, who was enthusiastically lecturing, stopped. "Is there a problem?"
Lam Minh stood up. "Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Lam Minh. I found a small problem in your lecture."
The whole class let out a collective "ooh." An average student like Lam Minh dared to challenge a top student today.
"Then tell me, what's the problem?" To Quyen asked, narrowing her eyes.
"I think, as long as two lines don't intersect, they are definitely parallel," Lam Minh said with a challenging look.
To Quyen chuckled, and her smile was also beautiful. "Not necessarily. In space, two lines that don't intersect can still not be parallel, Minh." Then she continued to explain, "Imagine a cardboard box. One line is on the top edge, and another line is on a side edge. They don't intersect, but they lie on two different planes, so they are only skew, not parallel."
Lam Minh wasn't one to back down. He lifted his chin with an extremely defiant expression. "Ah, so that's how it is. But I don't think that's right. No matter what plane they're on, if they don't intersect, they're still parallel."
Hearing this, To Quyen had to narrow her eyes again, looking at him and saying, "Is there something wrong with your head? Can't you visualize the example I described?"
"That's right," Lam Minh replied.
The two looked at each other with tense expressions, and then a battle of wits erupted.
Lam Minh was being stubbornly argumentative, while To Quyen did her best to describe and debate.
After a while.
She was breathing heavily. She had never felt so frustrated before. No matter how much logic she used, how much evidence and analysis she presented, this guy could still argue back.
As for Lam Minh, he knew he was wrong from the moment he asked, but his goal wasn't to win, but to create an impression so they would have an initial awareness of each other.
"Stubborn Lam Minh, I'm not going to argue with you anymore. It's like pouring water on a duck's back," To Quyen said huffily, moving to the next slide and continuing her presentation. She deliberately ignored Lam Minh.
But the more she tried to ignore him, the angrier she got at this stubborn guy.
So frustrating