Chapter 30: Simply Wanting to Pin Su Mingyue Beneath Him

When the anonymous Doghead account was revealed, over a thousand people in the auditorium were dumbstruck.

Li Feng’s face twitched uncontrollably, as if someone was holding his head down and slapping him repeatedly.

The anonymous Doghead genius student, whose identity the entire school had desperately pursued, turned out to be Zhang Chu as well.

Two geniuses in one.

This shockwave left even Principal Huang Wenzhan speechless, as if he had been thoroughly pummeled.

A barrage of enthusiastic applause and shrieking from the fujoshi girls swept through the hall like a tidal wave of heat.

Liu Daming immediately started bragging in the class group chat: “Look at my bro Zhang—still as awesome as ever. So inspiring that only I am worthy to call myself his brother. Su Mingyue, aren’t you coming out to cling to my bro’s thigh yet?”

“@Su Mingyue: Goddess Su, you’re here, right? Tell us, how does it feel to be crushed by Zhang Chu?”

“Zhang Panpan: Enough already, Mingyue’s in tears. Don’t you guys have any chivalry?”

Zhang Chu’s class group exploded in a frenzy.

Classmates who had taken leave and missed the event started tagging Zhang Chu, all praising his brilliance.

At that moment—

Su Mingyue was swallowed by the crowd of a thousand, her eyes locked on Zhang Chu’s innocent-looking, slightly startled face. Her fists clenched in anger, tears welled up in her eyes. “Zhang Chu, all I did was ask you to block the Ice Crystal Beast for me last time. Is this your petty revenge? Are you happy now?”

Zhang Chu quickly closed the PowerPoint and prepared to step off the stage.

He was already tired of this kind of fawning and boasting.

Driving his Thunderstrike car into the Alien Beast Forest to slay monsters—now that was a real man’s business.

Just as he was about to leave the stage—

Principal Huang Wenzhan hurried over, blocking his way and thrusting the microphone under his nose. “Zhang Chu, I know you want to keep a low profile, but on behalf of all the faculty and students, I must ask—why did you hide your identity?”

“Um…”

The entire hall fell silent.

Everyone wanted to know why Zhang Chu had used anonymity to utterly outshine Su Mingyue and secure the top spot.

Su Mingyue wiped her tears, staring at Zhang Chu without blinking.

She wanted an explanation.

“No other reason. I just wanted to be above Su Mingyue.”

Seizing the moment of stunned silence, Zhang Chu jumped off the stage and slipped out of the auditorium.

He’d wanted to see Li Feng get disciplined, but now he could only make a swift getaway.

It wasn’t easy being the campus idol, especially after his identity had been exposed.

Surrounded by countless fangirls, he really would lose his edge with a blade!

Thunderous applause erupted throughout the auditorium.

To dare to put the school goddess Su Mingyue beneath him—now that was guts.

Principal Huang Wenzhan’s heart pounded. “We must get Zhang Chu back. Binzhou University’s martial arts exam can’t proceed without him!”

Su Mingyue, completely mortified, lowered her head and fled from the hall.

This scene was quickly captured by Liu Daming, who posted it to the group chat: “Look, our goddess Su’s heart has burst—looks like she’s going to chase after my bro Zhang to apologize!”

“@Liu Daming: Godfather, hurry up and livestream it. We want firsthand evidence of Su Mingyue apologizing to Zhang Chu!”

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Once Zhang Chu left the auditorium, the world felt blissfully quiet.

He didn’t dare linger long. As he left the campus, about to hail a cab, his phone rang—it was Qin Lu. “Hello, Mr. Zhang, this is Qin Lu. According to your instructions, your new car will arrive at the school entrance in about three minutes. Please wait a moment.”

Three minutes?

Plenty of time!

Zhang Chu found a quiet spot and lit a cigarette.

“Zhang Chu!”

He had barely struck a flame when Su Mingyue, red-eyed, stood before him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“What do you mean ‘what’s that supposed to mean?’”

Zhang Chu calmly held his cigarette between his lips.

The former campus goddess, in his eyes now, was just another woman—nothing special.

“I was wrong three years ago. I should take responsibility for your injury, and I can apologize to you. But that’s no reason for you to target me everywhere on the school’s strength rankings under an alias!”

Su Mingyue, tears shining, looked heartbreakingly vulnerable.

“If you’ve got something to say, say it. Cry again and get lost.”

Zhang Chu looked thoroughly annoyed.

This kind of manipulative woman was seriously ruining his mood for picking up his new car.

“Lend me fifty thousand! I’ll forgive you for the rankings incident!”

“I can even give you a chance to pursue me again—you’re finally worthy of me.”

Su Mingyue declared this with perfect seriousness.

Just then, a massive carbon-fiber beast of a vehicle pulled up at the curb, and Qin Lu stepped out. “Mr. Zhang, your car has arrived!”

Seeing the Thunderstrike L1, Su Mingyue could hardly believe her eyes.

She couldn’t afford one, but she recognized it.

The Thor L1!

A car priced at four million, only available to martial artists of level three or above.

“You… you’ve reached Level 3 Martial Artist?”

Su Mingyue’s voice trembled.

Zhang Chu took the keys, got in, and fastened his seatbelt.

He floored the accelerator. The battle car roared like a wild beast, making Su Mingyue take two steps back in fright.

Zhang Chu rolled down the passenger window and flipped her off. “Su Mingyue, I’m worthy of you now—but you’re not worthy of me. Also, those risqué sites are indeed unethical. I meant the one that photoshopped your chest too big. Do you really have that?”

Vroom!

Zhang Chu slammed the pedal, and the Thunderstrike L1 shot away like a thunderbolt.

It was a long moment before Su Mingyue snapped out of it.

Staring at the threatening messages that kept coming in, she made a decision that went against her ancestors’ teachings: Tonight, she would track down Zhang Chu, no matter what—it was time to reconcile!

Leaving Binzhou University, Zhang Chu cruised downtown in his Thunderstrike L1.

He said it was to break in the new car, but really, he wanted to see how many heads he could turn.

And sure enough, the head-turn rate was one hundred percent.

Even students from the Martial Arts Institute kept taking pictures, their faces full of envy.

He drove home.

The security guards opened the gate themselves and saluted as he passed.

Working security in a martial artist’s estate required sharp eyes—anyone driving a Thunderstrike had to be at least level three.

Parking in his villa’s garage, Zhang Chu sat in the car, exploring all the vehicle’s functions.

For example: How to activate the high-carbon fiber defense to withstand attacks from level two alien beasts.

Or: How to turn on Thunderstrike’s battle mode, with four-wheel independent steering and triple-speed pursuit for hunting monsters.

A man takes cars more seriously than women.

Zhang Chu tinkered for four hours before reluctantly leaving the car.

He went inside and ordered takeout.

Unlocking his phone to browse the Martial Artist Mall forum for the latest news, he was flooded with Penguin app notifications.

Besides endless tags from the class group chat, there were private messages popping up non-stop—everyone wanting to know if Brother Zhang was around.

In three years, Zhang Chu’s Penguin account had never been this lively.

He ignored them and logged out.

Bunch of sycophants—what a waste of time!

Glancing at his personal info panel with a thought, Zhang Chu finalized his plan.

The Amateur Martial Artist Tournament was coming up, and he aimed to reach level five in a month.

He also needed to earn money to pay off his car loan.

“The next three days, I won’t be home—hunting alien beasts in the forest by day, camping in the car at night to save time.”

The Thunderstrike L1 was like a mobile home. With a pure electric range of 3,000 kilometers, it could easily support a week-long trip.

Just as he finished planning, the doorbell rang.

It was only then that Zhang Chu realized he was starving, his stomach nearly touching his back. He quickly got up to answer the door.

For martial artists level two and above, takeout was delivered by security—a mark of status.

But as soon as he opened the door, his expression darkened.

Two men in black stood rigidly at attention and swiftly produced their credentials. “Mr. Zhang Chu, we are from the Martial Artist Administration’s Inspection Team. You are suspected of violating Alien Beast Forest regulations. Please come with us.”