"Whoa..."
As soon as these words were spoken.
The New Students burst into an uproar.
Their eyes were filled with shock.
This tyrannical instructor wasn't actually a real Soldier from the military; he was just holding a title and was a regular College Student just like them.
The furious Huang Hui was like a bucket of ice water had been poured over him; he calmed down instantly, his anger vanishing.
He looked at Zhou Xing in disbelief.
How did Zhou Xing know? One had to know that the school never disclosed their identities or any information about the Instructor Team.
The purpose was to ensure the New Students maintained a sense of awe and respect throughout their Military Training.
Last year, not only did his actions have no negative consequences, but he was even singled out for praise by the school's teachers.
This only served to fuel his arrogance.
Allowing him to act as willfully as he pleased this year without any worries.
But... a single sentence from Zhou Xing had stripped him back to his original form.
"I don't know what you're talking about!"
Huang Hui hurriedly barked, "All I know is that right now, my identity is your instructor, and you must obey my orders!"
His words inexplicably lacked confidence, no longer carrying the forceful weight they had at the beginning.
Huang Hui was panicking.
All of his confidence stemmed from his identity as an instructor.
Now that this identity was no longer effective, he was just an ordinary student who hadn't even entered society yet.
And a student who was even more vulnerable than many others.
Zhou Xing chuckled. "It's fine, you don't have to admit it."
He patted Huang Hui's shoulder, then leaned in close to his ear and whispered, "I know exactly what kind of person you are."
"We could have coexisted peacefully. Your actions, though disgusting, had nothing to do with me. During these fifteen days of Military Training, you could have been your instructor and enjoyed the vanity your status brought you. Crushing a bug like you would only make me feel nauseous."
"But... your behavior made me change my mind. Since you're a bug, I might as well just crush you."
Zhou Xing's expression was calm as he let go and looked down at Huang Hui. "Get lost!"
In a daze, Huang Hui subconsciously moved out of the way.
Zhou Xing took off his hat and walked straight off the Training Ground.
Huang Hui stood there for a long time, unable to snap out of it.
By the time he came to his senses.
He realized Zhou Xing had long since disappeared.
Huang Hui hurriedly turned to look at the New Students, only to find that there wasn't a trace of their initial fear left on their faces; instead, they were all wearing various expressions of mockery.
His heart skipped a beat.
An ominous feeling arose.
He suddenly felt a twinge of regret.
He couldn't see any difference between Zhou Xing and the wealthy New Students he had trained before.
Because whether it was a hundred million or a billion, both were equally out of his reach.
So he naturally assumed that no matter how rich Zhou Xing was, he would still have no room to resist him.
It wasn't until now... that he realized he was dead wrong.
Zhou Xing knew his information like the back of his hand; this wasn't something an ordinary wealthy person could achieve.
Recalling Zhou Xing's words just now, he felt a bit worried.
"It shouldn't be!"
Huang Hui quickly comforted himself.
Zhou Xing might be rich, but he wasn't the principal's relative, so how could he possibly dictate the school's attitude?
Even if he had gone a bit too far, the school wouldn't punish him over something like this.
On the contrary, he could still report Zhou Xing to the school for disobeying an instructor's orders.
The other party might even be disciplined.
At this thought, Huang Hui breathed a small sigh of relief.
He coughed, then put on a stern face again and said to the New Students, "Zhou Xing has repeatedly defied his instructor, spoken nonsense, and disregarded Military Training. I will report this disorganized and undisciplined behavior to the school later. What awaits him will only be disciplinary action or even expulsion."
"Remember my identity; I am your instructor!"
"Unless you also want to be expelled like Zhou Xing... then you'd better listen to me!"
After Huang Hui finished speaking, there was dead silence below.
He originally thought this would redeem his earlier loss of composure.
But having already seen what kind of person he really was, the New Students looked at him as if they were looking at a clown... Music Department.
Dean's Office.
Zhou Xing stood at the door and knocked.
"Come in."
A voice came from inside.
Zhou Xing then pushed open the door and stepped inside.
Inside the office.
A middle-aged man in his late forties or early fifties sat there, slightly plump.
His hair was thinning and graying, and he wore black-rimmed glasses.
He sat there with his head down, looking at the documents in his hand.
Zhou Xing didn't feel any restraint either; he sat down on the sofa and waited patiently.
After a while.
The Dean looked up.
When he noticed the young-looking Zhou Xing, a flash of confusion crossed his eyes. "You are?"
"Hello, Dean. I am Zhou Xing, a Freshman."
Zhou Xing stood up and introduced himself to the Dean.
"A Freshman?"
The Dean frowned. "Logically speaking, shouldn't you be participating in Military Training right now? Is there something you've come to see me about?"
"It's like this."
Zhou Xing smiled slightly and said unhurriedly, "Even though I'm a new student at the Hucheng Conservatory of Music and haven't been here for long, the school's rules and philosophy have deeply attracted me, giving me a strong sense of belonging."
"As my alma mater, where I will spend the next four years, I also want to progress together with this school."
"It just so happens that I have some means, so I'd like to contribute a modest effort to the school."
Zhou Xing said calmly, "I intend to donate five million to the school as a token of my respect. I wasn't sure how to handle the process, so I've come to trouble the Dean."
"Five million?"
Hearing this, the Dean's eyes flickered, and he sat there carefully sizing up Zhou Xing.
He nodded again, looking gratified. "As a student of this school, the fact that you have such intentions will certainly make the school very happy."
"It's just..."
The Dean asked calmly, "Is this donation your idea, or your parents'?"
"It's my idea, of course."
"Then your parents' side..."
Zhou Xing smiled. "Dean, you can rest assured. I can still make the decision for this amount of money. I don't need my parents' consent; I can handle it entirely on my own."
The Dean's eyes brightened a bit, and a slight smile began to appear on his face.
He then stood up and came to sit in front of Zhou Xing.
He asked tentatively, "To donate five million for no apparent reason—do you have some kind of request?"
"Actually... there is a small request."
Zhou Xing was also straightforward. "But mostly, I just want the school to be able to develop better."
"Oh?"
The Dean said, "Let's hear it."