Gatekeeper Of All Realms Chapter 11

THE OTHER SIDE.

In the shade of the trees across the playground.

The Principal was accompanying a scruffy, long-haired middle-aged man, watching the mock test on the playground.

“That kid’s movement technique is quite interesting,” the man nodded slightly.

“Yes, he’s our top student in the grade,” the Principal said with regret. “He missed the first subject’s exam, which I think is a great pity, so I called you to take a look.”

The man yawned, and said languidly, “He has quite a talent for movement technique – if he can get a perfect score in Mental Power, it’s not impossible for me to give him a chance.”

“Perfect score in Mental Power? Manager Qian, isn’t that too high a demand?”

The Principal couldn’t help but ask.

After all, Mental Power was Shen Ye’s weakest point.

Although his Mental Power was considered good at their school, it was quite ordinary when compared to the entire city, or even the province.

Seeing his hesitant expression, the man shook his head and said:

“Insufficient Mental Power is absolutely impossible.”

“Let’s see what score he gets for Mental Power, maybe he can get a high score,” the Principal said.

“A high score is not enough, only a perfect score meets the requirement,” the man emphasized.

The Principal couldn’t help but sigh.

Shen Ye, of course, was completely unaware of this scene.

It was almost noon by now.

Many students finished their mock tests and went straight back to their dorms.

More students went to the cafeteria.

Chen Haoyu went to wash off the paint.

He had already arranged to meet Shen Ye on the path outside the cafeteria to have stir-fry for lunch together.

Taking advantage of the remaining time, Shen Ye returned to the classroom and started doing a set of “Chinese Language and Scientific Knowledge” test papers.

Practice!

He had to practice!

Mathematics, Physics, Chemistry were fine, they were all the same.

But the liberal arts subjects like historical figures, events, and even literary works were all unfamiliar and needed to be recalled.

Unlike other students, many of the knowledge points in his memory still needed to be activated through practice.

In fact, the subject he was least confident about was “Chinese Language and Scientific Knowledge”.

A sea of questions!

It was truly maddening.

Shen Ye buried himself in the questions, and before he knew it, it was noon.

When the bell rang, he looked up and was surprised to find that the classroom was almost empty.

Lunchtime.

He was hungry.

Shen Ye stretched, preparing to finish the last major question before going to eat with Chen Haoyu.

Outside the window, a tall figure blocked the light.

F-Fai Yang Yang?

Shen Ye rubbed his eyes, and looked carefully, it was Sun Ming.

“Something wrong?”

Shen Ye asked.

“You brat, Zhao Yibing doesn’t want to deal with you at all,” Sun Ming looked at him fiercely, and a sentence popped out of his mouth.

“That’s great,” Shen Ye smiled.

“Don’t think that acting indifferent will attract her attention,” Sun Ming mocked.

“I truly never want to see her again,” Shen Ye said sincerely.

Sun Ming coldly “hmph”-ed, and turned to wave towards the corridor.

Six or seven boys walked over.

They entered the classroom, closed the door, and surrounded Shen Ye.

Shen Ye smiled and said:

“Why bother, we’re all friends.”

The term “friends” activated!

The next instant.

Everyone’s expressions changed.

“We have such a good relationship, why are you surrounding me?” Shen Ye spread his hands.

“No choice, Zhao Yibing said she wanted me to get some revenge for her,” Sun Ming scratched his head awkwardly.

“Yeah, we don’t want to hit our own brother either, it’s really making things difficult,” one boy said.

“It’s all my fault for liking her too much, and you’re usually too arrogant, that’s why I want to beat you up,” another boy said.

“Never mind, we’re all friends, I won’t lay a hand on you.”

“Right.”

They chattered on.

Ten seconds.

Time’s up.

A few people suddenly felt a little dazed and quickly forgot what they had just said.

They surrounded him again.

Shen Ye placed his phone on the windowsill, put away his stationery, and slowly stood up.

After hearing them speak, he finally felt relieved.

—This was just a fight between students; among these people, there wasn’t the one who wanted to kill him.

“I don’t want any trouble.”

Shen Ye continued sincerely:

“I hope you think carefully, the official second subject of the high school entrance exam is the day after tomorrow.”

“The movement technique exam is crucial, if you get injured, it will affect your performance, and that’s something that concerns your entire future.”

“I hope you think more for yourselves.”

The few people looked at each other.

Sun Ming snorted and said, “Who told you to treat Zhao Yibing like that? We all can’t stand it.”

“Yeah, she said you even went to scold her afterwards.”

“She cried all morning.”

“You, you’re truly hateful.”

Shen Ye calmly looked at the few people.

After the events of the morning, he had thought Zhao Yibing had given up.

But now it seemed she had hidden away to chant and cast her spell.

At this moment, she had unleashed her ultimate move—

“Zhao Yibing’s Fish Pond”!

Shen Ye became a little impatient.

With the exam approaching, he needed to get back to studying, but was being entangled in these trivial matters.

“Tell me your demands,” Shen Ye said.

“Don’t bother Zhao Yibing again in the future,” Sun Ming said.

“Right.”

“Stay away from her.”

“You can’t get into a key high school anymore, stop pestering her.”

The few people spoke in a medley.

Shen Ye picked up the test paper from the table, displayed it in front of them, and grinned:

“I’m doing my homework, I didn’t go looking for her at all, so how did I bother her?”

The few people remained silent.

Sun Ming took out his phone, dialed a number, and turned on the speaker.

“Hello?”

Zhao Yibing’s voice rang out.

“Bingbing, I’m with Shen Ye,” Sun Ming said.

“What are you doing? You clearly know he bullied me, and you’re still friends with him?” Zhao Yibing’s voice carried a hint of grievance.

“I’ve talked to Shen Ye, and he’s decided he won’t bother you again,” Sun Ming said.

He held the phone in front of Shen Ye.

Shen Ye felt it might be good to cooperate a little—

Zhao Yibing had said “you clearly know he bullied me,” not “you clearly know he bullied me.”

This proved that she clearly knew what was happening here, knew what these boys were doing.

To be able to stay away from such a girl, he couldn’t ask for more.

“Zhao Yibing, I will never bother you again,” Shen Ye said.

“I hate you,” Zhao Yibing hung up the phone directly.

Beep—beep—

A busy tone came from the phone.

“Alright, it’s settled, you guys can go now, I still have to do some more questions,” Shen Ye said with a smile to the others.

Sun Ming suddenly threw a punch.

“She hates you, did you hear that? You damned pretty boy, I can’t stand the sight of you!”

He cursed.

This ignited the emotions of the other few people, and they surrounded Shen Ye, punching and kicking him together.

Shen Ye had no room to dodge, blocked a few times with his hands, then suddenly stumbled, feeling a burning pain in his back.

“And he’s still the top of his grade?”

Sun Ming sneered.

His first punch was blocked, but taking advantage of Shen Ye turning to deal with the others, he seized the opportunity to sneak another punch from behind, finally landing it.

At this instant—

The smile on Shen Ye’s face vanished.

Actually, it all boils down to, you just want to fight, don’t you?

At this critical time before the high school entrance exam, to beat up a student who missed an exam, regardless of the consequences.

And this student was once the top of his grade.

So, fighting him must feel great, very satisfying.

It would also be an interesting story to recall later.

And he could curry favor with Zhao Yibing, stand up for her, and win her affection.

After all, she said, “I hate you.”

—She probably wanted him to be beaten up too.

Two birds with one stone, everyone happy.

How nice.

“Devour term.”

Shen Ye thought silently.

The term “friends” had been used once, and his evaluation of it was that it was a mere trifle.

Only one use per day.

Could only be used on people of similar strength.

If there had been an assassin just now, it would have been completely useless.

It would be better to use it to enhance his strength.

In an instant, lines of glowing small characters appeared on his retina:

“Devour successful.”

“Successfully devoured this green term, gained 3 attribute points.”

“Your current total attribute points are: 4.”

“According to your will, current attribute points are added to Strength.”

“Your Strength is: 5.2 (1.2 + 4).”

“Strength, as a basic attribute, is not merely brute force. It refers to the hardness of the individual’s limbs and bones, the strength of their internal organs, the resilience of their channels, the explosive power of their flesh and blood, and the level of apoptosis of all their cells (baseline of vitality). Combined, these are referred to as an individual’s ‘Strength’.”

Thud.

Another punch landed on Shen Ye.

Shen Ye didn’t move.

The sound of wind brushed past his ear, it was another boy punching at his face.

Shen Ye didn’t block, turning his head straight into a collision.

“Crack.”

Amidst the crisp sound, the boy clutched his arm and let out an ear-splitting scream.

There was a hint of despair in his cry.

The movement technique exam was the day after tomorrow, but his hand was broken at this moment.

It would definitely affect his results.

—But what’s the use of regret now?

Shen Ye endured the chaotic punches, kicked out, sending another boy flying to crash against the wall.

He took another step forward, thrusting his knee with all his might into the side of another boy.

Knee strike!

The boy spit out a mouthful of blood and immediately fell to the ground.

Shen Ye turned around, grabbed Sun Ming by the neck, pinned him to the ground, and repeatedly punched him in the face.

The remaining few furiously attacked Shen Ye.

Shen Ye grabbed Sun Ming by the hair, lifted him up, and used him to block the attacks from the others.

“I’d really like to know how Zhao Yibing will feel when she finds out you’ve all been flipped into the pond.”

He whispered into Sun Ming’s ear.

Sun Ming struggled desperately but couldn’t escape his grasp.

He had thought that with five or six of them, they could beat him down no matter what, and teach him a good lesson.

However, once they started, things suddenly spun out of control.

Should he apologize?

Beg for mercy?

Perhaps that way he could save himself?

Zhao Yibing’s pathetic expression flashed through his mind.

“You’re not the top of your grade anymore!”

Sun Ming roared, and elbowed him backward with all his might, hitting Shen Ye’s chest, making a slight sound as if hitting thick rubber.

—Middle school students are only 14 or 15 years old, and if their strength reaches 1, they are on par with an average adult male.

This was already considered good, and he could rank among the best in his grade.

However, Shen Ye’s current strength was 5.2.

5.2 vs 1.

Shen Ye felt no pain at all, simply tightening his grip on Sun Ming’s neck, using him to fend off the attacks of the others, while casually saying:

“What makes you think you can order me?”

For some reason, an indescribable fear suddenly surged within Sun Ming.

The next instant—

He was swung around like a stick in Shen Ye’s hand, sweeping through the crowd.

A huge crash erupted from the classroom.

Several boys were directly swept away, overturning seven or eight desks and chairs, and falling to the ground.

One boy even crashed through the window glass, making a piercing “shattering” sound, and rolled onto the corridor outside.

The sound faded.

Shen Ye dragged Sun Ming, avoiding the phone camera on the windowsill next to his seat, and made his way to the podium.

Before the other person could speak, Shen Ye slapped him hard across the face.

Sun Ming’s nose and mouth were covered in blood from the beating, but Shen Ye yanked him back by his hair.

“Even though I’ve already missed one exam, you still came to hit me. Is it because you think you’re sure to win? Or do you want to show how powerful you are by hitting me?”

Shen Ye raised his hand and slapped him four or five times in a row.

“You’re dead—”

Sun Ming roared, unwilling to show weakness.

Shen Ye slapped him across the mouth again, then yanked him back forcefully against the blackboard, making a “thud” sound.

Sun Ming immediately fell to the ground.

Shen Ye turned around, swung his leg, and kicked another boy, who had just managed to get up, squarely in the stomach.

The boy tumbled over seven or eight desks, rolling into the corner.

This time, he couldn’t get up.

Shen Ye walked back to Sun Ming, looking down at him.

Sun Ming sneered:

“Go ahead and kill me if you dare. If you don’t kill me today, I’ll come back for revenge sooner or later.”

Shen Ye shook his head, unconcerned.

Among children, temporary hot-headedness often makes them feel invincible.

“Sun Ming, I’ve always been curious, which key high school did you originally plan to apply for?”

Shen Ye said, looking towards Sun Ming’s leg.

Sun Ming froze.

He followed the other’s gaze to his own leg.

At this moment, he realized something.

—The second exam was coming soon.

His entire future depended on this high school entrance exam.

Fighting was a trivial matter in middle school life, not worth sacrificing his future for.

To endure humiliation for this was also acceptable.

“Pfft, Shen Ye, https://www.uukansu.net we were wrong today. Forgive us this one time.”

Sun Ming’s face was covered in blood, and he said with his neck stiffened.

Shen Ye looked at him expressionlessly, then turned around, first turning off the phone camera on the windowsill, then fetching a mop from behind the door.

“You want me to forgive you?”

He carried the mop, slowly walked back, and said lazily:

“Any other student, or… the me of the past, would have been beaten to the ground by you by now.”

He stopped in front of Sun Ming.

“With the high school entrance exam imminent, you gathered together just for petty jealousy, brazenly wanting to destroy a person’s life.”

“You humiliated him, beat him, ruined his future.”

The mop was raised high.

“—And you still want my forgiveness?”

The mop fell hard.

Sun Ming let out a scream, but the beating didn’t stop.

Until his leg broke.

“What are you doing!”

A furious roar suddenly came from outside.

It was during the high school entrance exam period, and several teachers, hearing the commotion, didn’t bother to climb the stairs, directly jumping several times outside the teaching building to land on the fourth floor.

They pushed open the door of Class 3 (5) and immediately saw the scene.

Desks and chairs were scattered everywhere.

Several students lay on the ground, their limbs twisted at strange angles, moaning in pain.

Shen Ye stood in the middle, having just thrown away the broken mop and was wiping the blood from his hands with a practice book.

“What’s going on? What happened?”

Jiang Hantao asked loudly.

Shen Ye threw the practice book on the ground, his eyes red, and said:

“Teacher, they bullied me.”