Chapter 7

Chapter 7

The bald six-year-old boy with dark circles under his eyes walked towards the grade one classroom.

As he opened the door, silence took over the room. The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))

His shiny bald head attracted the attention of all students in the classroom.

Not only was his head shiny, but it was also incredibly smooth. Thanks to Chui Yims effort of grooming his head daily, not a single strand of hair could be seen on his head.

Being bald held significant meaning to Chui Yim. In his past life, he once burned his hair while forging a weapon. The incident made him blow his top and shave his head in anger. Since then, he had been bald for his entire life, and he was determined to stay that way in this life too.

Under the stares of the other children, Chui Yim scanned the class, saw two vacant seats at the corner, walked towards the seats, and settled down on one.

Why should I be bothered by them? Theyre just childish six-year-olds.

However, his carefree manner was seen as being arrogant by some.

Soon, three kids came towards him. The boy in the middle wore a patterned robe made from expensive cloth.

Kiddo, whats your name? the boy asked Chui Yim with his nose in the air.

Chui Yim glanced at him and turned back to the window.

Ah when can I leave this place? I, Fla Oh, I mean, I, Chui Yim, am now being bullied?

Oh lord

If this is a nightmare, wake me up, please.



Chor Shing Chit left the dormitory block. He was staying at Block A, where all the teachers stayed.

Other than teachers, Block A was also for elite students. There were only at most five elite students in the Riding Clouds Academy who were eligible to stay in Block A. They were the most important students in the academy.

Chan Ngou Tin expected Chui Yim to stand up and argue with him. To him, that was the interesting reaction he was looking for.

But all Chui Yim did was look outside the window as if he was invisible.

Feeling insulted as he was ignored, Chan Ngou Tin raged.

Who are you to ignore me? Chan Ngou Tin said, reaching out to slap Chui Yim with hisright hand.

Smack!

Chui Yim turned around, grabbing Chan Ngou Tins right hand that was a few centimetres away from his face. I dont plan to cause trouble, but I wont tolerate anybody finding trouble with me either, he warned in a kiddish voice. So I suggest that you dont try to.

Chui Yim held Chan Ngou Tins right hand so tightly that he felt like his hand was being gripped by a metal tong. Being only six, the pain was too much for him to bear. He burst into tears in no time.

Enough, Chor Shing Chit called out. Chui Yim let go of Chan Ngou Tins hand and looked out of the window again.

Mr Chor, hes acting violently! Chan Ngou Tin cried in relief.

Enough! Chor Shin Chit repeated himself again, but more sternly. I saw what happened myself. I know that youre the one to make a move first, but Ill let it slide this time. Dont test my patience.

Chan Ngou Tin wiped away his tears and went back to his seat. Heeding his Fathers advice, he dared not anger Mr Chor. Thus he calmed himself down and sat down, not forgetting to glare at Chui Yim. But his efforts were meaningless as even when Chor Shing Chit came, Chui Yim didnt even spare Mr Chor a look but only continued staring out of the window as if something interesting was going on outside.

Chor Shing Chit looked at Chui Yim in surprise.

Even though one could only start cultivatingenergliph when they were ten, clans like the Chan Clan would start training their kids from a younger age. Due to consuming g-food since young, Chan Ngou Tin was stronger and grew faster than most children. Such children would have stronger energliphthan others of the same age in the future.

But Chor Shing Chit saw with his own eyes that Chui Yims movement was much faster than Chan Ngou Tin.

Not only that, when Chui Yim was putting pressure onto Chan Ngou Tins purlicue, Chor Shing Chit could clearly see his muscles. It made him wonder if he was seeing things.



Okay, I mightve done it yesterday, but Ill introduce myself again since we have classmates that have just joined us.

I am Chor Shing Chit; you can call me Mr Chor. Ill be your class teacher, as well as the one wholl hold your lessons.