Chapter 1 - The Teenager Muyang!

Some people said that Li Muyang was a good-for-nothing.

This made Li Muyang’s extremely angry, and he thought, “It should have been a family secret. How could it be leaked out and known to the world?”

Warm breezes were caressing people’s cheeks. Red flowers and green grass were everywhere.

In twos and threes, young people were running, jumping, and playing wrestling games in the grass. Merrily, they sang. Gracefully, they danced. The whole place rang with cheers and laughter. They all had a wonderful time.

The Liberal Arts Exam was approaching. To enter the famous universities of their dreams, each of these students had to remain on their toes.

The Liberal Arts Exam was one month and seven days away. The school organized a lake tour for these students to relax, expecting them to make a final sprint later on in the very best of spirits and succeed in the exam.

At the edge of a corner of Sunset Lake, a dark-skinned teenager lying among the grass was deep asleep.

Even when he was asleep, his face was still very mobile. He looked delighted and then shy. After that, he seemed hesitant and ashamed…

One month ago, in the Festooned Restaurant of the imperial capital, he was enjoying the “eight-treasure wild duck” with Xu Shirui, Class Nine’s long-legged beauty. They had a very interesting chat. Half a month ago, Zhang Xinqi, Class Three’s classy goddess, invited him to study and prepare for the Liberal Arts Exam. Of course, he agreed. Just now, Cui Xiaoxin, who was a straight-A student from Class One, stopped him, asking him to go and see the “Great Qin Empire” acted by a famous opera family. He said that he had to think about it first. But in fact, he had already agreed in his heart.

However, Li Muyang wanted to enjoy life with only one girl, definitely not a flock of them.

Thus, all of these romantic invitations troubled him quite a lot. Li Muyang didn’t want to be a playboy.

“Clang!”

A sharp metallic sound rang out.

Someone kicked a used iron drum into the lake. “Plop! Plop!” It sank after rocking on the surface of the lake a few times.

Li Muyang abruptly opened his eyes and looked blankly at the several classmates standing in front of him.

“Li Muyang, I think you should not be called Li Muyang. Would it be more appropriate if you are named Li Dead-pig? You sleep in class, after class, and even during the tour. You can sleep better than a pig, can’t you?” With a mocking look, a handsome young man teased him. And to attract the attention of the classmates around them, he intentionally raised his voice.

“Zhang Chen, don’t insult the pig, okay? Although lazy pigs are only busy eating and sleeping all day, they look at least quite adorkable with their fat and white appearances. But look at Li Muyang. He is dark and thin, like a piece of burnt coal. How can he be compared to a pig?” said the burly Yang Jun. His voice dripping with sarcasm brought more jeers for Li Muyang.

“Li Muyang, aren’t you fishing?” said a chubby fellow. He lifted a shoddy fishing rod made of bamboo that was set up by the lake and continued with a smile, “An empty bucket. It looks you got nothing. What a pity! Just now, we said that Li Muyang would have a good harvest, for he had been fishing all afternoon, and an all-fish feast was waiting for us tonight. However, you’ve disappointed everyone.”

Li Muyang rubbed his eyes and secretly wiped the saliva from the corners of his mouth with his sleeves.

After seeing him do this, those students around him laughed much more excitedly.

“What’s wrong?” Li Muyang looked puzzled. “What do you want to do?”

“Li Muyang, we just came here to see how you have slept.” Zhang Chen, touching his long fringe, looked down at Li Muyang, who was sitting in the grass, and asked, “Did you sleep well today?”

“Not bad,” Li Muyang nodded and answered frankly. It was indeed a sound sleep. But he felt quite anxious, for he hadn’t yet decided whether he would go to see the drama with Cui Xiaoxin or not.

“What did you dream about?” asked Zhang Chen.

Li Muyang’s black face instantly turned red. Lowering his head, he replied timidly, “I can’t say.”

“Say it.” Feeling slightly amused, Zhang Chen encouraged him. To him, it was a cat-and-mouse game that they played often. They were the cat, while Li Muyang was their designated mouse. He then added, “Relax. We will not laugh at you.”

“I can’t say.” Again, Li Muyang shook his head.

“Did you dream of our beauty, Cui Xiaoxin?” Zhang Chen asked.

Behind the crowd, a beautiful girl in a white dress with shoulder-length hair raised her eyebrows slightly. Apparently, she didn’t want to become the next topic of their argument.

Li Muyang looked thoughtfully at Zhang Chen and exclaimed, “You’re immature.”

“What?” Zhang Chen’s eyes widened suddenly. He couldn’t believe what he had just heard. “What did you say?”

“Is he out of his mind?” Zhang Chen thought to himself.

Li Muyang, who had dark skin, was regarded as a freak in their class. Since he looked like a piece of charcoal, everyone liked to call him “Coal” or “Black.”

Li Muyang was so fond of sleeping that he was asleep whenever he was in class, out of class, or on a trip outside. Hence, they gave him another nickname: Sleeping God.

Because of his remarkable dark skin and everlasting sleep, Li Muyang became a celebrity in the school. Everyone who saw him would say, “Hey, that’s the Coal of our school,” or “He is especially good at sleeping. He could sleep from the first class to the fourth class in the morning. The teacher failed to wake him up even after she broke her pointer.”

Li Muyang was the mascot of his class, a rare clown.

When they were happy, they made fun of him, but when in a bad mood, they would bully him.

Today, Zhang Chen felt bad because Cui Xiaoxin refused him after he secretly expressed his love to her. After the Liberal Arts Exam in one month, all the students would go their separate ways. If he could not make Cui Xiaoxin his girlfriend now, he was afraid that he could only helplessly watch this girl, who was as delicate as a flower, disappear from his life forever with the wind.

The more Zhang Chen thought about it, the more he felt frustrated. He was anxious to do something to vent his anger. Then he happened to see Li Muyang, who was lying in a corner, sleeping like a baby.

But it now appeared that even this little mouse dared to fight back and laugh at him. Things like this had never happened before.

“You’re immature,” Li Muyang repeated what he said just now. Although there were only two words, they were amazingly destructive.

Zhang Chen’s face became somber. Looking fiercely at Li Muyang, he asked, stressing each word, “Do you want to die?”

Li Muyang rubbed his hair, which was messed up due to sleeping, and said, “You throw these threatening words at me in such a casual manner. Well, I have a question. People come and go from hell in great numbers. How many of them were sent there by you?”

“Beat him!”

Zhang Chen roared and rushed at Li Muyang first.

Zhang Chen, whose eyes were as bright as stars, was tall and well built. In addition, he had a robust and sturdy body from playing polo and football regularly. In an overbearing manner, he ran vigorously like a tiger. It seemed that he could instantly knock the thin and dark Li Muyang, who looked quite shrunken, into the air.

Actually, they all thought so.

At this moment, Li Muyang was like a small boat tossing on the sea, or a lamb trembling before the tiger king. Merely a violent wave of the sea or a pouncing motion of the tiger could frighten him out of his wits and cause him to perish on the spot.

Li Muyang stood still. He seemed to be scared silly.

In the whites of his eyes, close and numerous blood streaks started to sprawl in all directions around his ink-black pupils.

At first, they were tiny and light, almost invisible to the naked eye. However, when these streaks soon connected and formed a more extensive stretch of redness, they appeared clearer and scarier.

At first glance, his pupils seemed to be wrapped by red ink. The pitch-black pupils were like the spots on the sun in the sky. Around the pupils, there was a large swath of red blood rising and falling.

Meanwhile, a thin scale that looked like a transparent fish scale grew out of Li Muyang’s clenched fist. Gleaming purple, it turned the small area of black skin on Li Muyang’s fist purplish red.

Li Muyang’s heart pounded violently in anger, as if he desperately needed to release his frustrations and he had some great pent-up grievances that he could not tell others.

Zhang Chen ran up close and brutally punched Li Muyang in the face.

“Bang!”

Li Muyang reached out to stop him.

“Ah!!!”

Someone cried out, and some closed their eyes in fear.

How could Li Muyang’s thin arms and legs block Zhang Chen’s fists and arms of steel?

A smug smile emerged on Zhang Chen’s face. With intense contempt, he looked at the disgusting black face that was very close to him.

“How dare this poor little mouse play against the cat?” Zhang Chen said in his heart.

The moment their fists touched, the smile on Zhang Chen’s face froze, and then he felt a surge of mighty force toward his fist.

It was a force that he could not stand. Zhang Chen was defenseless against it.

“Bang!”

Zhang Chen was knocked up high into the sky and then landed heavily in the distant grass.

The place was utterly silent, except for the slightly swaying willow in the distance and the ignorant calls of insects.

Li Muyang punched Zhang Chen up into the air!