The class was silent, as if unsure what to say. They had expected Liu Bo to handle Zhou Hong, but instead, he himself was now shrieking in pain.
Qin Mengxue and Qiao Xiaoyu were also speechless, Zhou Hong's audacity once again exceeding their imagination.
After several minutes, Zhou Hong finally stopped. He had dragged Liu Bo and Zhang Dawei around the classroom by their ears for at least thirty laps.
"I'll let you off this time. If you dare to be disrespectful in front of me again, it won't just be running laps; I'll drag you outside and make you sprint," Zhou Hong said, throwing Liu Bo and Zhang Dawei aside and issuing a stern warning.
Liu Bo and Zhang Dawei were already disheveled like beaten dogs. Zhang Dawei, in particular, burst into tears.
"Whew!" Zhou Hong felt instantly relieved, having suppressed a surge of frustration when he felt disrespected. He had originally intended to behave and settle down in college, perhaps becoming an exemplary student. He hadn't expected to be forced to resort to violence again.
Of course, if others didn't provoke him, Zhou Hong had no interest in laying hands on them. In his eyes, the university students were no different from insects; there was no point in tormenting them.
In his previous life, Zhou Hong had been around twenty years old, making him roughly the same age as these university students. However, the Zhou Hong of that past life was by no means comparable to these students.
"Ring, ring, ring...!" Just then, the class bell rang.
The teacher for the next class walked in from outside the classroom door.
Seeing the teacher, Zhou Hong couldn't help but swallow. He was secretly astonished, thinking, "What a beautiful teacher."
Indeed, the teacher entering at that moment was a young woman. She wore a white shirt and a black pencil skirt. Her face was exceptionally beautiful, and her figure was perfect, with a curvaceous physique exuding an aura of mature charm. Even Zhou Hong, a seasoned individual, found himself captivated.
"What happened here?" the beautiful teacher asked, looking at the disheveled Liu Bo and Zhang Dawei with confusion.
"Teacher Yang, they were beaten," the class monitor quickly replied.
"Beaten by whom?" the beautiful teacher asked, her brow furrowed in confusion.
"I did it. I beat them," Zhou Hong stood up and said with a grin. He had no intention of making excuses and readily admitted his actions.
"Young man, since you have the good fortune to study here, please cherish this opportunity. You must not hit people in the future," the beautiful teacher advised. She didn't want to get involved in such matters and only offered a casual word of caution.
"Yes, teacher."
"Alright, then please take your seat. We're about to begin class."
"Okay, teacher. Oh, by the way, teacher, you are so beautiful," Zhou Hong couldn't help but praise.
The beautiful teacher's face flushed slightly, a hint of shyness appearing.
The classmates, seeing Zhou Hong smiling and complimenting the teacher's beauty, felt a surge of annoyance. Truly, a toad still dreamed of eating swan meat.
However, Zhou Hong's brow suddenly furrowed. He noticed that the beautiful teacher's complexion was slightly pale. While an ordinary person might not have noticed, Zhou Hong, with his keen observation, immediately recognized that the teacher was not in good health. He suspected she was experiencing her menstrual period, and an unusually heavy flow at that.
Don't ask how he knew. As the foremost "mad young master" of the Purple Cloud Continent, his medical skills had reached an unparalleled level. He had treated countless women for abnormal menstrual cycles.
"Class," the beautiful teacher called out, and everyone immediately focused, preparing for the lesson.
Liu Bo and Zhang Dawei had already slunk away in shame.
The class settled into the rhythm of the lesson.
Zhou Hong had no textbooks and, honestly, wouldn't have understood the material. He didn't even know what accounting was all about.
"Hey, classmate, what is this accounting major all about?" Zhou Hong asked a boy in the row in front of him.
The boy in front was utterly speechless. Not knowing what accounting was, it was clear how weak his academic foundation was, explaining why he had only scored two hundred and fifty on the college entrance exam. However, he dared not show any disrespect to Zhou Hong, lest Zhang Dawei serve as a cautionary tale.
The boy in front quickly turned around and replied, "Accounting, simply put, is about calculating accounts."
"Damn it, you have to study how to calculate accounts? I already know how to do that!" Zhou Hong exclaimed, unable to control the volume of his voice.
The classmates heard Zhou Hong's outburst and turned to look at him, filled with contempt. How incredibly low-class!
"That student, you cannot talk during class," the beautiful teacher on the podium quickly said to Zhou Hong.
"Yes, teacher," Zhou Hong nodded politely. Although the beautiful teacher appeared young and a bit shy, Zhou Hong held teachers in high regard, a fact many were aware of.
The class continued.
Meanwhile, under their desks, many students were chatting on their phones in the class group chat.
"I can't believe this idiot actually has some skill. Liu Bo couldn't even handle him."
"It seems this idiot won't be easily driven away."
"It's so frustrating. How can anyone study well in the same classroom as someone so low-class?"
"Exactly. This trash even asked Wu Jinbin what accounting was about. Wu Jinbin said it was about calculating accounts, and he claimed he already knew how. It just shows how low his cultural level is."
In the class group chat, many students were venting their anger. This was their only outlet.
However, at that moment, Zhou Hong suddenly stood up and loudly declared, "Reporting to the teacher, someone is not paying attention during class and is secretly playing on their phone under the desk."
The students who were playing on their phones under their desks frantically put them away, cursing inwardly. "This idiot has even learned to tattle!"
The beautiful teacher's brow furrowed slightly. Being rather shy, she knew that not everyone paid attention in class, and a small number of students likely played on their phones under their desks. However, university rules weren't that strict, and she usually wouldn't intervene. She hadn't expected the new transfer student to stand up and report them.
"This...!" The beautiful teacher was at a loss for words.
"Teacher, I saw which students were playing on their phones. I'll confiscate their phones for you," Zhou Hong said. Without waiting for the teacher's permission, he walked up to those students and held out his hand, saying, "Hand over your phones."
Seeing Zhou Hong's fierce expression, the students playing on their phones didn't dare to refuse. They grudgingly handed over their phones.
Soon, Zhou Hong had confiscated seven or eight mobile phones.
Everyone assumed that Zhou Hong would hand the phones over to the teacher and they would be returned after class.
However, to their utter surprise, Zhou Hong did not give them to the teacher. Instead, in front of everyone, he placed the phones on the ground.
"I told you not to play on your phones during class."
"Crack! Crack! Crack!"
Zhou Hong stomped down with force. With a series of sharp cracks, all the phones were shattered into pieces.