High-level martial arts: Starting with a heart of steel, stats crush everything.

"Hey! Young man, I see you're going to No. 37 Middle School, that's still a long way off!"

The bus driver saw Chen Mo get off the bus, turned around and shouted at Chen Mo, who was about to start sprinting.

"No need, your car is too slow."

Chen Mo shook his head, kicked off the ground, and shot out like an arrow released from a bow.

After being equipped with the iron plate boots, Chen Mo didn't even need to accelerate slowly; he could reach speeds of 100 kilometers per hour in the blink of an eye if he wanted to.

"Good heavens..."

Everyone, including the passengers on the bus, stared in disbelief at the direction Chen Mo had gone.

"Wait a minute, that student just now looked a lot like Chen Mo, the guy we've been reporting on every day lately?"

A passenger recognized Chen Mo and stood up to call out.

"It seems that's really true!"

"It's him! Otherwise, which student from Taizhou could be this fast?"

"What a pity, I didn't ask him for a photo together..."

"This is supposed to be the number one genius in Taizhou, yet he still needs to take the bus to school. Doesn't the school know to arrange for him to be picked up and dropped off?"

"Hmph, no wonder the 37th Middle School has the worst martial arts exam results every year. What future can a school that doesn't value its students have?"

The passengers on the bus were talking amongst themselves, and the topic gradually shifted from Chen Mo to criticizing the principal of No. 37 Middle School.

"No way! I'm going to file a complaint against the principal of No. 37 Middle School. How can they be so indifferent to a genius? Who will be responsible if he runs away!"

"Yes, yes, yes, report him!"

"If we all work together, I refuse to believe that no one can handle this kind of thing!"

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Inside No. 37 Middle School, Xiao Qifeng and Zhu Dazhi stood at the school gate like two steadfast statues, waiting for Chen Mo to appear.

Xiao Qifeng was unaware that he was about to be complained about by dozens of people for some reason.

"Hey, did Chen say what time he'd be arriving?"

Xiao Qifeng nervously rubbed his hands together; this was the key figure for their No. 37 Middle School to turn the tide this time.

He couldn't help but take it seriously.

"It should be soon. I wonder how Chen Mo got here."

Zhu Dazhi glanced at his watch; there were still five minutes until 7:30.

"It must have been Director Wei of the Martial Arts Education Bureau who personally delivered it; otherwise, would he have run all the way here?"

Xiao Qifeng glanced at Zhu Dazhi, thinking to himself that this guy was brainless.

Wow!

A gust of wind swept in, swirling up sand and dust. Xiao Qifeng and Zhu Dazhi quickly covered their faces.

"Who's that? Driving so fast right in front of the school!"

Xiao Qifeng opened his eyes and looked at the road, but he couldn't see any vehicles at all.

"This must be No. 37 Middle School, right?"

Chen Mo glanced at the large characters "No. 37 Middle School" on the gate and then walked into the school.

Upon seeing this, Zhu Dazhi quickly stopped Chen Mo, looking fierce and menacing.

"What grade and class are you in? Where's your school uniform?"

"Not wearing your school uniform to school will cost you ten points!"

"Tell your parents to bring your school uniform, or you can forget about going to school!"

Zhu Dazhi's three consecutive attacks stunned Chen Mo, who looked the greasy man in front of him up and down and couldn't help but show a look of disgust.

"You're still not convinced, huh? Believe me or not, I'll teach you a lesson..."

Before Zhu Dazhi could finish speaking, Xiao Qifeng slapped him hard across the face.

A human-shaped spinning top flew out and landed on the ground, looking no different from a dead pig.

"Excuse me, Chen, that's our school's security guard. He didn't know you were coming today."

Xiao Qifeng walked up to Chen Mo with a fawning smile.

Despite Xiao Qifeng's smiling face, he had already sentenced Zhu Dazhi to death in his heart.

If it weren't for the fact that this idiot had given him the most money, he would never have given him the position of dean of students.

It seems that this good-for-nothing has no other skills besides bullying students. Yesterday, I asked him to go back and do his homework about Chen Mo, but it looks like he didn't do it.

He wouldn't be fired; the security guard position is a good fit for him.

"You are..." Chen Mo looked at the gray-haired old man in front of him. Did they know each other?

"I'm so sorry, Chen, I forgot to introduce myself."

Xiao Qifeng apologized repeatedly, afraid of offending Chen Mo.

"My name is Xiao Qifeng, and I am the principal of No. 37 Middle School. You can just call me Uncle Xiao from now on."

Xiao Qifeng showed no airs of a school principal and extended his hand to shake hands with Chen Mo.

"Hello, hello, Uncle Xiao." Chen Mo was also the type to take advantage of the situation; since the other person had already said it, he just greeted him like that.

"Chen, you've come all this way, you must be tired! Let me treat you to a meal to welcome you!"

Xiao Qifeng did not intend to let Chen Mo attend classes at the school, fearing that seeing those students would lower his impression of No. 37 Middle School.

Anyway, there are only two days left until the martial arts exam, and tomorrow is a holiday, so let's take Chen Mo out for a good day of fun today.

This kind of genius must work very hard normally, so we should let him relax a bit.

"Come on, Uncle Xiao, I've booked a table of delicious food for you at Heyun Manor, but I don't know yet if it will suit your taste."

Xiao Qifeng put his arm around Chen Mo as if he were a brother and helped him into his car.

"Uncle Xiao, do I have to attend class with everyone else?"

Chen Mo was a little confused. Why was going to school and ending up in a restaurant?

"No need, the martial arts exam is the day after tomorrow anyway. Uncle Xiao will help you relax these next couple of days!"

Xiao Qifeng waved his hand, speaking with great magnanimity.

"Let's relax and not compete. Uncle Xiao, do you know where there's a martial arts center around here?"

"I plan to buy some medicine that can improve my blood and energy levels."

Chen Mo waved his hand. He still planned to become stronger in the next two days, otherwise how would he have a chance to kill Zou Shuhua with one punch?

"Chen, you're really hardworking! I'll take you to the nearest martial arts center right away!"

Xiao Qifeng was filled with awe. A genius is indeed a genius; even with extremely high talent, he still works hard enough.

"Oh, thank you very much, Uncle Xiao."

Xiao Qifeng's initial flurry of attacks left Chen Mo somewhat confused; he couldn't figure out what Xiao Qifeng was trying to do.

It's not really Chen Mo's fault. He stayed in the abyss rift for seven days, and went straight to sleep after returning home, completely unaware that he had become famous.

In order to make a good impression on Chen Mo, Xiao Qifeng stepped on the gas pedal to the floor.

But his old, beat-up car could only go a maximum speed of 80 kilometers per hour, which wasn't even as fast as Chen Mo could move on his own two legs.

A few minutes later, Xiao Qifeng parked his car in front of a building that wasn't very big.

Several large characters were hung above the building's main entrance.

'Martial Arts Center'

"Student Chen, we've arrived at the Martial Arts Center."

Xiao Qifeng quickly got out of the car to open the door for Chen Mo and carefully helped Chen Mo out.

"Uncle Xiao, please don't be like that. I'm not some old man in his seventies or eighties."

Chen Mo was both amused and exasperated, truly wondering why Xiao Qifeng was treating him so well.