The Secret to Picking Up Girls

Zhang Yuze felt a surge of annoyance. He knew exactly what Xue Jianhua was implying. If he couldn't answer, he'd be used as a negative example again. It wasn't the first time this had happened, but Zhang Yuze had finally had enough and wasn't going to tolerate it any longer.

“I usually read 'Young Soldier A Bing,' 'Muli Seeks Hegemony,' and ‘***,’” Zhang Yuze rattled off with a smile.

Xue Jianhua's face froze. He mentally pondered the three books. The first two sounded like foreign literature, while the last one resembled a selection of ancient Chinese texts. However, he hadn't heard of any of them. Could they be new anthologies? For the first time, Xue Jianhua realized how ignorant he was, and his old face felt like it was losing face. But of course, he wouldn't admit it.

“Very good. Zhang, you're so diligent in studying famous anthologies. I often read these three books myself. Not bad! When you have time, you should share your insights with your classmates! Let's all encourage each other!” Xue Jianhua said, waving his hand to signal Zhang Yuze to sit down. His tone had become polite for the first time.

This statement stunned the boys in Class Seven who were also fans of those three adult masterpieces. Could this old Xue also be one of them? That was too powerful! He usually seemed so dignified! Some students who knew what kind of books those three were also had very strange expressions. If they weren't holding back, they probably would have burst out laughing right there.

Zhang Yuze's expression also turned strange. Xue Jianhua's words were indeed powerful. At that moment, Chen Jialong, who was in front of him, turned around and secretly gave Zhang Yuze a thumbs up, his eyes clearly saying, 'You're strong, and very strong.' Even Zhang Yuze himself hadn't expected that he could get through this with such an awesome method. He had even indirectly made Old Xue look bad!

Just as class ended at noon, before many students had left, the hallway outside the classroom suddenly became noisy. Several arrogant, swaggering teenagers walked in. These teenagers were all wearing gray practice uniforms, clearly members of the school's five major martial arts clubs. The top five of the Seven Middle School's Ten Great Experts had each formed a martial arts club, wielding considerable power in Seven Middle School. Of course, to form a club, funding was indispensable. Where did it come from? Naturally, it was extracted from the thousands of students at Seven Middle School, and it was even euphemistically called protection money.

Zhang Yuze frowned. He knew what these people were here for. It was nothing more than collecting protection money. He had paid it several times before. If you didn't pay, you would be beaten. Don't think this only happens on TV. Seven Middle School is a private high school. Although its teaching facilities can be compared to, or even slightly better than, public schools like One Middle School and Two Middle School, its student management system is very lax. There is no sound management mechanism, which makes Seven Middle School a notorious chaotic school. Student fights and disturbances are very frequent. Fortunately, there have never been any major incidents. Even some bloody events are usually resolved privately by the students, so the school's management turns a blind eye. Of course, if something really major happens, they will intervene.