The Yellow-haired Guy lay on the ground, fists clenched tight, veins bulging on his forehead as he glared at Huang Hui.
Since childhood... with his privileged family background, when had he ever been treated like this.
However... he didn't dare to gamble with his future graduation certificate just to spite Huang Hui.
After a moment of silence.
"You just wait!"
The Yellow-haired Guy stood up, threw the words at Huang Hui, then gritted his teeth and chose to run ten laps on the track.
"Who's waiting for whom isn't so certain!"
Huang Hui watched the Yellow-haired Guy's figure and sneered coldly.
He was a very vindictive person... fifteen days was a long time, and there were plenty of opportunities to properly deal with the Yellow-haired Guy.
Huang Hui turned around.
The New Students were all somewhat intimidated and silent.
They hadn't expected Huang Hui to be so bold as to physically assault a new student, and this scene had also shaken them.
Seeing the fear in their eyes, Huang Hui revealed a satisfied smile.
This was the effect he wanted to see.
"I know... deep down, you're definitely not convinced!"
Huang Hui scanned the circle: "After all, most of those who can come here are from prominent and wealthy families, and as far as I know... someone drove a supercar here on the very first day of registration, making a huge, high-profile entrance."
"You've been clothed in fine silks and fed on delicacies since childhood, living lofty lives, your statuses esteemed..."
"But none of that works here with me. Don't think that having such a family background means you can do whatever you want."
Huang Hui chuckled lightly: "No matter how good your family background is, it's useless here with me, because this is a university, a place for teaching and nurturing people, not a place for you to flaunt your family wealth and attract girls' attention."
"Even if you're not convinced, you better hold it in for me, and don't let me see it. Otherwise, I won't mind giving you a good education on behalf of your family, to help you settle down and focus on your studies."
Huang Hui shouted loudly: "Do you hear me?"
The New Students were extremely quiet, not making a single sound.
Their eyes unanimously turned towards Zhou Xing standing in the very last row.
Although Huang Hui's words were directed at all of them, anyone with eyes could see that it was almost like naming names directly.
It was clearly aimed at Zhou Xing.
One was an instructor, the other a highly prominent new student with an extremely mysterious background.
They also wanted to know what kind of attitude Zhou Xing would take.
If he could suppress this instructor's arrogant attitude, they would definitely support him with both hands.
So they all watched with a spectator's mindset, eagerly anticipating what would happen next.
Zhou Xing's expression also turned cold.
He had been watching coldly from the sidelines, because with Huang Hui's character, someone would deal with him sooner or later.
So he didn't want to get involved.
After all, in the afternoon... he wouldn't be appearing here anymore.
What he hadn't expected was that this Huang Hui before him had no intention of letting him have a quiet morning.
"Do you hear me or not!"
Huang Hui raised his volume again.
Everyone looked at Zhou Xing. He frowned and said nothing; the others did the same, all choosing to remain silent.
"Zhou Xing, fall out!"
Huang Hui's gaze carried a chill as it locked directly onto Zhou Xing standing at the back.
Zhou Xing did not choose to move, but remained standing in place.
Eyes already carrying a trace of anger, Huang Hui came up to Zhou Xing: "I told you to fall out. Are you deaf?"
Zhou Xing, however, merely gave him a faint glance.
That gaze, which simply didn't regard him as worthy of attention, deeply wounded Huang Hui's self-esteem.
When he came to the Hucheng Conservatory of Music, his ordinary family background made him stand out awkwardly among a group of rich young masters, which fostered his inferiority complex.
So Huang Hui chose to join the Instructor Team, known for its extremely harsh conditions.
It was his first time leading a squad as a sophomore.
He channeled his inner inferiority into malice, venting it all during the freshman military training.
Those wealthy individuals became his primary targets.
Huang Hui suddenly realized... those wealthy people he could only look up to in daily life, those lofty figures, were also just ordinary people. When facing him, they were even more submissive.
Huang Hui's vanity was greatly satisfied.
Afterwards... he became even more excessive. The rich young masters all chose to tolerate him, further fueling his arrogance.
So what if they were wealthy? Weren't they still trained by him to be like obedient dogs?
During military training, he was the absolute dictator, controlling everything.
Doing whatever he pleased!
He had noticed Zhou Xing long ago.
Min Sishi was also someone Huang Hui had secretly admired all along.
On the first day of university, he saw Min Sishi and fell for her.
However, hindered by his inferiority, he never dared to approach Min Sishi, resulting in three years without even exchanging a single word with her.
When he saw Min Sishi actively pursuing Zhou Xing, only to be brutally rejected.
He was enraged to the extreme.
Why could these wealthy people so easily obtain what he dreamed of, yet not cherish it?
It further fueled his hatred for the wealthy!
When he saw Zhou Xing's name appear on the roster of the squad he was responsible for.
Huang Hui was ecstatic.
He wanted to crush Zhou Xing underfoot, to let everyone see, what could this top freshman do?
To let Min Sishi see that apart from being rich, Zhou Xing was utterly unqualified to compare with him.
So even before the training started, he couldn't wait.
Yet all his actions only earned him a bland glance from Zhou Xing.
That glance held no contempt or scorn.
It was just a light, overlooking gaze, as if merely watching a frenzied, jumping ant.
The confidence he had built up over two years of joining the Instructor Team.
All its pretense was utterly useless before this gaze, completely dismantled in an instant.
He seemed to revert to his initial, inferior and helpless state when he first entered the school.
Huang Hui flew into a rage!
"Defying an instructor's orders, treating military training as a joke!"
Huang Hui roared: "Now, get on the ground, one hundred knuckle push-ups! I want to see the skin on your hands torn and bleeding!"
"What do you think you are?"
Zhou Xing sneered coldly. Originally, he hadn't wanted to pay any attention to this kind of person.
Because someone like Huang Hui was just a pitiful clown; naturally, someone would deal with him.
It wasn't even Zhou Xing's turn to act, nor did Huang Hui have that qualification.
"What?"
Huang Hui was stunned, thinking he had misheard. Since joining the Instructor Team and starting to train New Students, no one had ever dared speak to him like this.
"Wearing a military training uniform and joining the Instructor Team, do you really think you're a Soldier?"
Zhou Xing smiled disdainfully: "Huang Hui, have you forgotten something?"
"You're just an ordinary junior-year music student at the Hucheng Conservatory of Music. Do you really think wearing this uniform for a long time makes you a real Soldier?"