Chapter 5, Get lost

Yes, Zhou Liming understands that he can only calm his restless emotions by venting his frustrations

In June, the weather is hot, which makes people feel particularly irritable. Zhou Liming did not know what was happening to him, but it was certainly closely related to the injury he sustained on Saturday, as if something was lurking within his body, spreading through every cell, restless and eager to break free. He had no idea when his uncontrollable emotions would erupt, so whenever he felt even slightly disturbed, the best solution was to run to the bathroom, turn on the faucet, and let the cold water pour over his head. He had no idea when his uncontrollable emotions would erupt, so whenever he felt even slightly disturbed, the best solution was to run to the bathroom, turn on the faucet, and let the cold water pour over his head

At this moment, Zhou Liming felt as if he were dying from the discomfort, his clothes soaked through with sweat, and all he could see was the faucet.

Zhou Liming could only feel that with each slap to his face, his tolerance was diminished by one point. In just a few moments, he was on the verge of erupting.

Since it is so difficult to endure, why endure at all

If it were the usual Zhou Liming, he would definitely behave like a submissive child, obediently returning to the classroom, with no possibility of any interaction with these individuals. In the entire school, who does not know the notorious behavior of this group? However, Zhou Liming felt every cell in his body heating up, causing him to sweat profusely, desperately needing to cool down with cold sweat. He stood not far from the library, clenching his fists. His previously somewhat dull and timid personality made him indecisive.

The blue veins and blood vessels began to protrude, lacking the restraint of power, like the cold water in a frigid pool, refreshing the heated body with a coolness. Zhou Liming suddenly wanted to do something he had never done in his eighteen years, which was to disregard the school's discipline like a delinquent student and engage in a fierce fight.

Then, with a single push, the boy weighing over a hundred pounds was sent flying several meters away by Zhou Liming, falling heavily to the ground like a fallen leaf

There are many students going in and out of the restroom, with numerous boys standing by the entrance smoking. In front of the only faucet in the restroom, seven or eight boys are squatting there, each smoking a cigarette, occasionally commenting on the girls who come out not far away, and bursts of loud laughter can be heard.

Zhou Liming returned to the classroom once again, his upper body completely soaked, water droplets dripping from his hair with a "滴嗒滴嗒" sound. His complexion was somewhat pale, and even from a distance, his labored breathing could be heard. It was as if he had accomplished something earth-shattering in the restroom. Everyone was filled with strange thoughts, wondering what exactly Zhou Liming did every time he went to the restroom.

"Do you want water?" The boy just now wore a cold expression, reached out and slapped Zhou Liming's face, making a loud slapping sound, and said, "Do you know who I am? You little brat, you have some nerve, not responding when I ask you a question. Water my ass, water." For him, bullying people at school was simply a daily routine; slapping a face was nothing, and if he was unhappy, he would even throw a punch.

With a low growl, Zhou Liming suddenly grabbed the opponent's collar with one hand, the veins on his arm bulging as he lifted the person up single-handedly. Like a monster, Zhou Liming's eyes turned bloodshot and fierce, his face contorted as he fixed a deadly gaze on the opponent, gritting his teeth and saying: "Get out of here immediately, or I will tear you apart!"

This kick landed solidly on Zhou Liming's back, causing the unsuspecting Zhou Liming to stagger and nearly fall. He ran a few steps forward to steady himself. Although he felt no pain at all in his back, the twisted expression on Zhou Liming's face gradually relaxed, revealing a strange smile.

By the time class was over, Zhou Liming felt a surge of heat throughout his body, as if his cells were gradually igniting. It was somewhat manageable on Sunday, but as time passed, the frequency of the fever increased, and his body felt like a volcano. Occasionally, he would also feel as if his cells were being pricked one by one with a needle.

Get lost

The sudden commotion erupted, drawing all those who came to use the restroom to gather around, pointing and commenting on the beaten Zhou Liming, some reveling in schadenfreude, while others expressed sympathy

Zhou Liming said nothing, as if he had not heard anything. He returned to his seat and silently picked up his textbook.

For three consecutive days, it has been like this, and it has become increasingly severe, with almost no time spent in class

Hit him

Seeing that someone actually noticed their group occupying this place and still dared to come, a few boys smoking looked somewhat stunned. Then they burst into laughter. One of the taller boys stood up, threw away his cigarette butt, and crushed it underfoot with a forceful stomp, making a sound of "Yo!" He said, "Which class are you from?"

During the break, the entire school became very lively. Zhou Liming walked to the front of the restroom and began to feel that something was very wrong with his body, contemplating whether he should find a time to go to the hospital for a check-up

Water... Zhou Liming felt himself becoming breathless from the strain of his patience, softly murmuring a word. The smoke that wafted over seemed to provoke his endurance. He was acutely aware that he was on the brink of losing control. Once he erupted, who could predict what might happen? "Step aside, step aside, I need water"

Staying in the classroom, the subject teacher was explaining at the podium, but to Zhou Liming's ears, it was no longer the captivating learning experience it usually was; instead, it sounded like a fly buzzing near his ear. Unintentionally, this always made Zhou Liming feel increasingly impatient

Yet deep down, there seems to be a voice screaming.

Upon seeing Zhou Liming remain silent, everyone became somewhat irritated. They all stood up, surrounding Zhou Liming, and some even exhaled smoke into his face, emitting strange laughter

Well, kid, he really is a bit arrogant

Gritting his teeth, Zhou Liming strode directly towards the faucet, clenching his fists tightly

The boy closest to Zhou Liming, under this roar, lifted his foot and kicked fiercely at Zhou Liming's back

There was a group of people there; after using the restroom, the boys saw them squatting there and not a single person dared to ask them to move aside. Everyone silently returned to the classroom.

In just a moment, Zhou Liming's breathing became even louder, gasping like an ox, as if the blood in his body was boiling.

Looking at Zhou Liming, who returned to the classroom with a stern face, Tong Wenyuan, the physics teacher, furrowed her brows and asked discontentedly: "Zhou Liming, if you are not comfortable with the textbook, please take a leave of absence to rest. Your current state not only affects your own learning but also impacts the learning of other students."

On Monday at school, Zhou Liming appeared somewhat dazed. Fortunately, as he usually behaved like a wooden figure, no one noticed his unusual state.

In the past, Zhou Liming, who would only attentively listen to lessons in church, began to appear strange in the eyes of his teachers and classmates. Sometimes, during a single class, he would go to the restroom three or four times. If this only happened during one or two classes, it could be understood as a stomach issue, but Zhou Liming was different; this occurred throughout the entire day. What was even more puzzling was why he felt the need to come out of the restroom with his head always drenched each time.

A single roar, for high school students, often requires no reason at all. They do not even consider what the terrifying strength of Zhou Liming, who can lift a person with one hand, represents. Having not experienced the tempering of society, how could they possess a sense of crisis? The youth, stimulated by hormones, is filled with an indescribable impulse.

The young man struggled to stand up in panic, disregarding the pain coursing through his body, staring at Zhou Liming as if he had seen a ghost. Zhou Liming's gaze had been too terrifying, akin to the feeling of being targeted by a venomous snake, sending chills down one's spine. Moreover, it resembled that of a wild beast, ready to tear a person to shreds at any moment. Just the contact with his eyes felt like falling into an ice cave