Don't Hit Me. I'll Hit Back

I was born with incredible strength, but from childhood, I was taught to hide it.

During PE, I deliberately lost at arm wrestling to the school bully, only for him to mock me as a weakling.

Then one day, some street thugs barged into our classroom, and the bully was beaten until he knelt and begged for mercy.

I quietly stood up and, under everyone's gaze, snapped a steel mop handle in two.

"Come at me together. I'm in a hurry to do my math homework."

After PE, the classroom was always filled with the mingled scent of sweat and youth, carrying a faintly restless energy. Lin Mo sat in the second-to-last row by the window, his usual spot: inconspicuous, but with a view of the far corner of the sports field.