Bad Boys Boot Camp: V1-C35

Chapter 35: New Year’s Day – Part Two

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_{After the party, the kitchen was done cooking up all the food, including the rough batch of dumplings. Not minding the bumpy lumps they made themselves, the boys scarfed down the dumplings.}
The dark comes early during the winter months. By the time the instructors directed the students to carry all the cafeteria chairs to the field, the sky had long grown dark. The only illumination came from the lights of the temporary stage, colourful and twinkling.

After the party, the kitchen was done cooking up all the food, including the rough batch of dumplings. Not minding the bumpy lumps they made themselves, the boys scarfed down the dumplings.

_{Unable to contain themselves, some boys hopped on their chairs to whistle at the stage, only to get immediately smacked down by their instructors. Once the music started booming, the posing girls launched into a dynamic dance, heating up the atmosphere.}Standing at around one hundred and seventy metres, she was “that girl”. She had the face; she had the curves, and that already beautiful face done up in make-up looked even more gorgeous and mature. As she danced, her moves seemed like second nature, evoking a kind of heat—eliciting a sense of invincibility. Both student and instructor alike were left awestruck by the sight, all except for Qin Mo, whose vision darkened by something familiar and icy.

Unable to contain themselves, some boys hopped on their chairs to whistle at the stage, only to get immediately smacked down by their instructors. Once the music started booming, the posing girls launched into a dynamic dance, heating up the atmosphere.

_{“Life has many rounds; the arena awaits;}Right then, the stage lit up with brilliant beams of yellow, welcoming the appearance of a strutting Chicken-head. The boy was dressed to the nines in a white mandarin-collared shirt, lined with the visage of red plum blossoms. The rest of Class 9 walked out behind him, dressed in similarly styled shirts except in black. Once in position, they stood straight with backs facing the crowd.

“Life has many rounds; the arena awaits;

_{Jiang Shao: “(⊙o⊙)？”}After finishing his plate, a still hungry Qin Mo reached to grab some more. But before he could grab any of the dumplings, which were noticeably more beautiful than the rest, Shen Zhuoyun piled every one into Jiang Shao’s plate with one motion.

Jiang Shao: “(⊙o⊙)？”

_{At the end of the song, all the guys on stage struck an awesome pose as they soaked up the cheers from the crowd below.}
For this period where all the students were permitted to gather, the instructors no longer barked for them to sit rаmrod straight, allowing them to slouch, allowing them to relax—but not relax too much, though. They were still not allowed to cross their legs and so on.

At the end of the song, all the guys on stage struck an awesome pose as they soaked up the cheers from the crowd below.

_{The eyes in question were glaring right then, though, their owner pretending he didn’t hear it.}Chicken-head rapped the lyrics to be rapped and sang the lyrics to be sung—singing his heart out. When the song hit its clіmax, he was so hyped that he threw a flying kick into the air to the rapturous applause of the crowd.

The eyes in question were glaring right then, though, their owner pretending he didn’t hear it.

_{At the end of the song, all the guys on stage struck an awesome pose as they soaked up the cheers from the crowd below.}“Fυck yeah!” another boy remarked. “Nunchucks are definitely divine artefacts! I swear to god, even I’m almost brought to tears by how cool I was.”

At the end of the song, all the guys on stage struck an awesome pose as they soaked up the cheers from the crowd below.

_{Not a bastard from Class 9 had a dry face as they left the stage, every one dripping with perspiration. Grabbing the first person they saw, they had the same question: “How was our performance?”}What the hell? But, boss... I’m already stuffed. I’m damn near bursting!

Not a bastard from Class 9 had a dry face as they left the stage, every one dripping with perspiration. Grabbing the first person they saw, they had the same question: “How was our performance?”

_{Chicken-head sang excitedly, so much so that his voice started to tremble. But this did not matter at all to the crowd. Their passion was fully stirred by the song “Fearless (Huo Yuan Jia).” Each and every one joining in to sing the chorus, their voices ring out in unison.}Chicken-head rapped the lyrics to be rapped and sang the lyrics to be sung—singing his heart out. When the song hit its clіmax, he was so hyped that he threw a flying kick into the air to the rapturous applause of the crowd.

Chicken-head sang excitedly, so much so that his voice started to tremble. But this did not matter at all to the crowd. Their passion was fully stirred by the song “Fearless (Huo Yuan Jia).” Each and every one joining in to sing the chorus, their voices ring out in unison.

_{As the boys argued amongst themselves, even Yan Fanghong cracked a smile beside them. If not for them begging and sυcking up to him, he would have never gone on stage with those monkeys.}
Ten minutes soon passed, and the lights on the stage dimmed, the amber glow replaced by beams of flashing blue so bright they were near blinding.

As the boys argued amongst themselves, even Yan Fanghong cracked a smile beside them. If not for them begging and sυcking up to him, he would have never gone on stage with those monkeys.

_{“Life has many rounds; the arena awaits;}The eyes in question were glaring right then, though, their owner pretending he didn’t hear it.

“Life has many rounds; the arena awaits;

_{“Oh.” Shen Zhuoyun reached over to pat the shorter boy’s head. “Next time.”}Who knows...

“Oh.” Shen Zhuoyun reached over to pat the shorter boy’s head. “Next time.”

_{Shen Zhuoyun actually expressed some rarely seen goodwill.}Standing at around one hundred and seventy metres, she was “that girl”. She had the face; she had the curves, and that already beautiful face done up in make-up looked even more gorgeous and mature. As she danced, her moves seemed like second nature, evoking a kind of heat—eliciting a sense of invincibility. Both student and instructor alike were left awestruck by the sight, all except for Qin Mo, whose vision darkened by something familiar and icy.

Shen Zhuoyun actually expressed some rarely seen goodwill.

_{What the hell kind of grudge does he have against dumplings!}
Within those shining beams, a group of girls were revealed on the centre stage. Dressed in sleek black shirts under a white vest and tie, paired with black leather shorts, they looked exceptionally cool.

What the hell kind of grudge does he have against dumplings!

_{Chapter 35: New Year’s Day – Part Two}Though the students had nothing but never-ending complaints about the rigorous training at that school, such methods were the most effective when it came to curbing violent tendencies. Besides, a benefit from those efforts was seen in the girls now on stage. Yes, their skin was darkened by the sun, but most of the girls now had figures many would die for. They were slim but not sickly. They had just the right amount of muscles, giving them a wild charm.

Chapter 35: New Year’s Day – Part Two

_{Shen Zhuoyun was a bit more discriminating. After hesitating, he decided to put the ones he made into Qin Mo’s dish and took all the ones Qin Mo made for himself.}Those eyes of Qin Mo focusing on just him, and him alone, were more than enough.

Shen Zhuoyun was a bit more discriminating. After hesitating, he decided to put the ones he made into Qin Mo’s dish and took all the ones Qin Mo made for himself.

_{{Who knows...}}“I regret it,” Qin Mo muttered out loud.

Who knows...

_{Ten minutes soon passed, and the lights on the stage dimmed, the amber glow replaced by beams of flashing blue so bright they were near blinding.}
Though the students had nothing but never-ending complaints about the rigorous training at that school, such methods were the most effective when it came to curbing violent tendencies. Besides, a benefit from those efforts was seen in the girls now on stage. Yes, their skin was darkened by the sun, but most of the girls now had figures many would die for. They were slim but not sickly. They had just the right amount of muscles, giving them a wild charm.

Ten minutes soon passed, and the lights on the stage dimmed, the amber glow replaced by beams of flashing blue so bright they were near blinding.

_{“Oh.” Shen Zhuoyun reached over to pat the shorter boy’s head. “Next time.”}“Fυck yeah!” another boy remarked. “Nunchucks are definitely divine artefacts! I swear to god, even I’m almost brought to tears by how cool I was.”

“Oh.” Shen Zhuoyun reached over to pat the shorter boy’s head. “Next time.”

_{To the confused boy, Shen Zhuoyun replied with a chuckle, “Eat them; they’re all yours.”}
Unable to contain themselves, some boys hopped on their chairs to whistle at the stage, only to get immediately smacked down by their instructors. Once the music started booming, the posing girls launched into a dynamic dance, heating up the atmosphere.

To the confused boy, Shen Zhuoyun replied with a chuckle, “Eat them; they’re all yours.”

_{Ten minutes soon passed, and the lights on the stage dimmed, the amber glow replaced by beams of flashing blue so bright they were near blinding.}The boys behind him also turned up their performance by pulling out the silver nunchucks from their waists and started spinning them to the beat. The actions weren’t complex, but they were performed neatly and coolly.

Ten minutes soon passed, and the lights on the stage dimmed, the amber glow replaced by beams of flashing blue so bright they were near blinding.

Though the students had nothing but never-ending complaints about the rigorous training at that school, such methods were the most effective when it came to curbing violent tendencies. Besides, a benefit from those efforts was seen in the girls now on stage. Yes, their skin was darkened by the sun, but most of the girls now had figures many would die for. They were slim but not sickly. They had just the right amount of muscles, giving them a wild charm.

_{“Hey! It’s not knocked out! How many times have I told you already?!” the nunchuck boy defended. “It’s just a bit loose, is all.”}“What?” Shen Zhuoyun turned to look at him.

“Hey! It’s not knocked out! How many times have I told you already?!” the nunchuck boy defended. “It’s just a bit loose, is all.”

_{“Hey! It’s not knocked out! How many times have I told you already?!” the nunchuck boy defended. “It’s just a bit loose, is all.”}The boys behind him also turned up their performance by pulling out the silver nunchucks from their waists and started spinning them to the beat. The actions weren’t complex, but they were performed neatly and coolly.

“Hey! It’s not knocked out! How many times have I told you already?!” the nunchuck boy defended. “It’s just a bit loose, is all.”

_{Standing at around one hundred and seventy metres, she was “that girl”. She had the face; she had the curves, and that already beautiful face done up in make-up looked even more gorgeous and mature.}
As Qin Mo watched the performance, it took him a good while to realise it was Shen Qing leading the dance. Halfway through their performance, every girl except Shen Qing retreated to the back, leaving her alone front and centre. Despite the reduction in number, the stage looked anything but vacant. Tossing away her silver vest, her body began moving to perform her solo number, seeming even more graceful than before, drawing the focus of all gazes on her.

Standing at around one hundred and seventy metres, she was “that girl”. She had the face; she had the curves, and that already beautiful face done up in make-up looked even more gorgeous and mature. As she danced, her moves seemed like second nature, evoking a kind of heat—eliciting a sense of invincibility. Both student and instructor alike were left awestruck by the sight, all except for Qin Mo, whose vision darkened by something familiar and icy.

_{As Qin Mo watched the performance, it took him a good while to realise it was Shen Qing leading the dance. Halfway through their performance, every girl except Shen Qing retreated to the back, leaving her alone front and centre.}Unable to contain themselves, some boys hopped on their chairs to whistle at the stage, only to get immediately smacked down by their instructors. Once the music started booming, the posing girls launched into a dynamic dance, heating up the atmosphere.

As Qin Mo watched the performance, it took him a good while to realise it was Shen Qing leading the dance. Halfway through their performance, every girl except Shen Qing retreated to the back, leaving her alone front and centre. Despite the reduction in number, the stage looked anything but vacant. Tossing away her silver vest, her body began moving to perform her solo number, seeming even more graceful than before, drawing the focus of all gazes on her.

_{Shen Zhuoyun nodded.}
Standing at around one hundred and seventy metres, she was “that girl”. She had the face; she had the curves, and that already beautiful face done up in make-up looked even more gorgeous and mature. As she danced, her moves seemed like second nature, evoking a kind of heat—eliciting a sense of invincibility. Both student and instructor alike were left awestruck by the sight, all except for Qin Mo, whose vision darkened by something familiar and icy.

Shen Zhuoyun nodded.

_{“But Shen Qing likes women,” Qin Mo muttered in defence.}“Hey! It’s not knocked out! How many times have I told you already?!” the nunchuck boy defended. “It’s just a bit loose, is all.”

“But Shen Qing likes women,” Qin Mo muttered in defence.

_{“I regret it,” Qin Mo muttered out loud.}
“Don’t even think of looking.” The owner of the frosty hand snorted before adding, “It’s obscene.”

“I regret it,” Qin Mo muttered out loud.

_{{What the hell? But, boss... I’m already stuffed. I’m damn near bursting!}}What the hell? But, boss... I’m already stuffed. I’m damn near bursting!

What the hell? But, boss... I’m already stuffed. I’m damn near bursting!

_{“I regret it,” Qin Mo muttered out loud.}At the end of the song, all the guys on stage struck an awesome pose as they soaked up the cheers from the crowd below.

“I regret it,” Qin Mo muttered out loud.

_{Standing at around one hundred and seventy metres, she was “that girl”. She had the face; she had the curves, and that already beautiful face done up in make-up looked even more gorgeous and mature.}As soon as Chicken-head put back the mike, Yang Fanghong flipped onto the cleared stage, donned in a headband and wielding nunchucks. The stage lights flіckered rapidly as he performed, making the sight vaguely resemble an Idol Radio episode.

_{“Don’t even think of looking.” The owner of the frosty hand snorted before adding, “It’s obscene.”}
If Shen Qing heard these words of yours, she’d hunt you down. Qin Mo thought.

“Don’t even think of looking.” The owner of the frosty hand snorted before adding, “It’s obscene.”

“That doesn’t matter,” Shen Zhuoyun replied. It was only after the girls left the stage that he finally removed his hand, then added, “No one is allowed." He didn’t want anyone else to hold Qin Mo’s attention, regardless of who that person was.

_{Right then, the stage lit up with brilliant beams of yellow, welcoming the appearance of a strutting Chicken-head. The boy was dressed to the nines in a white mandarin-collared shirt, lined with the visage of red plum blossoms. The rest of Class 9 walked out behind him, dressed in similarly styled shirts except in black. Once in position, they stood straight with backs facing the crowd.}
“But Shen Qing likes women,” Qin Mo muttered in defence.

Right then, the stage lit up with brilliant beams of yellow, welcoming the appearance of a strutting Chicken-head. The boy was dressed to the nines in a white mandarin-collared shirt, lined with the visage of red plum blossoms. The rest of Class 9 walked out behind him, dressed in similarly styled shirts except in black. Once in position, they stood straight with backs facing the crowd.

_{Shen Zhuoyun nodded.}What the hell? But, boss... I’m already stuffed. I’m damn near bursting!

Shen Zhuoyun nodded.

_◈◇◈If Shen Qing heard these words of yours, she’d hunt you down. Qin Mo thought.

◈◇◈

_{At the end of the song, all the guys on stage struck an awesome pose as they soaked up the cheers from the crowd below.}Those eyes of Qin Mo focusing on just him, and him alone, were more than enough.

At the end of the song, all the guys on stage struck an awesome pose as they soaked up the cheers from the crowd below.

_{The dark comes early during the winter months. By the time the instructors directed the students to carry all the cafeteria chairs to the field, the sky had long grown dark. The only illumination came from the lights of the temporary stage, colourful and twinkling.}
“That doesn’t matter,” Shen Zhuoyun replied. It was only after the girls left the stage that he finally removed his hand, then added, “No one is allowed." He didn’t want anyone else to hold Qin Mo’s attention, regardless of who that person was.

The dark comes early during the winter months. By the time the instructors directed the students to carry all the cafeteria chairs to the field, the sky had long grown dark. The only illumination came from the lights of the temporary stage, colourful and twinkling.

_{As soon as Chicken-head put back the mike, Yang Fanghong flipped onto the cleared stage, donned in a headband and wielding nunchucks. The stage lights flіckered rapidly as he performed, making the sight vaguely resemble an Idol Radio episode.}Unable to contain themselves, some boys hopped on their chairs to whistle at the stage, only to get immediately smacked down by their instructors. Once the music started booming, the posing girls launched into a dynamic dance, heating up the atmosphere.

As soon as Chicken-head put back the mike, Yang Fanghong flipped onto the cleared stage, donned in a headband and wielding nunchucks. The stage lights flіckered rapidly as he performed, making the sight vaguely resemble an Idol Radio episode.

_{“Fυck yeah!” another boy remarked. “Nunchucks are definitely divine artefacts! I swear to god, even I’m almost brought to tears by how cool I was.”}
Those eyes of Qin Mo focusing on just him, and him alone, were more than enough.

“Fυck yeah!” another boy remarked. “Nunchucks are definitely divine artefacts! I swear to god, even I’m almost brought to tears by how cool I was.”

_{Shen Zhuoyun actually expressed some rarely seen goodwill.}What the hell kind of grudge does he have against dumplings!

Shen Zhuoyun actually expressed some rarely seen goodwill.

_{“Really?” a different boy interjected. “Even though you knocked out a tooth?”}“What?” Shen Zhuoyun turned to look at him.

“Really?” a different boy interjected. “Even though you knocked out a tooth?”

_{Those eyes of Qin Mo focusing on just him, and him alone, were more than enough.}
The eyes in question were glaring right then, though, their owner pretending he didn’t hear it.

Those eyes of Qin Mo focusing on just him, and him alone, were more than enough.

_{Whether I live or die; I win because I scoff in its face...”}What the hell kind of grudge does he have against dumplings!

Whether I live or die; I win because I scoff in its face...”

_{Standing at around one hundred and seventy metres, she was “that girl”. She had the face; she had the curves, and that already beautiful face done up in make-up looked even more gorgeous and mature.}Not a bastard from Class 9 had a dry face as they left the stage, every one dripping with perspiration. Grabbing the first person they saw, they had the same question: “How was our performance?”

_{As Qin Mo watched the performance, it took him a good while to realise it was Shen Qing leading the dance. Halfway through their performance, every girl except Shen Qing retreated to the back, leaving her alone front and centre.}
On stage, the show heated up, and each successive performance was met with scores of cheers. Soon the lights again dimmed, and Qin Mo tugged on Shen Zhuoyun’s shirt and asked, “Is it time for our dorm now?”

_{“{Wo, wo, wo, wo, wo, wo, wo, wo!} No one can dodge {our} Jing Wu Fist’s blow!”}At the end of the song, all the guys on stage struck an awesome pose as they soaked up the cheers from the crowd below.

“Wo, wo, wo, wo, wo, wo, wo, wo! No one can dodge our Jing Wu Fist’s blow!”

_{After finishing his plate, a still hungry Qin Mo reached to grab some more. But before he could grab any of the dumplings, which were noticeably more beautiful than the rest, Shen Zhuoyun piled every one into Jiang Shao’s plate with one motion.}As one of the people grabbed, Shen Zhuoyun, towards Chicken-head said, “Your singing wasn’t too bad."

After finishing his plate, a still hungry Qin Mo reached to grab some more. But before he could grab any of the dumplings, which were noticeably more beautiful than the rest, Shen Zhuoyun piled every one into Jiang Shao’s plate with one motion.

The boys behind him also turned up their performance by pulling out the silver nunchucks from their waists and started spinning them to the beat. The actions weren’t complex, but they were performed neatly and coolly.

_{Chapter 35: New Year’s Day – Part Two}“Hey! It’s not knocked out! How many times have I told you already?!” the nunchuck boy defended. “It’s just a bit loose, is all.”

Chapter 35: New Year’s Day – Part Two

_{{Who knows...}}Ten minutes soon passed, and the lights on the stage dimmed, the amber glow replaced by beams of flashing blue so bright they were near blinding.

Who knows...

_{Jiang Shao: “(⊙o⊙)？”}Right then, the stage lit up with brilliant beams of yellow, welcoming the appearance of a strutting Chicken-head. The boy was dressed to the nines in a white mandarin-collared shirt, lined with the visage of red plum blossoms. The rest of Class 9 walked out behind him, dressed in similarly styled shirts except in black. Once in position, they stood straight with backs facing the crowd.

Jiang Shao: “(⊙o⊙)？”

_{“Wo, wo, wo, wo, wo, wo, wo, wo! No one can dodge our Jing Wu Fist’s blow!”}
Right then, the stage lit up with brilliant beams of yellow, welcoming the appearance of a strutting Chicken-head. The boy was dressed to the nines in a white mandarin-collared shirt, lined with the visage of red plum blossoms. The rest of Class 9 walked out behind him, dressed in similarly styled shirts except in black. Once in position, they stood straight with backs facing the crowd.

“Wo, wo, wo, wo, wo, wo, wo, wo! No one can dodge our Jing Wu Fist’s blow!”

_{Chicken-head sang excitedly, so much so that his voice started to tremble. But this did not matter at all to the crowd. Their passion was fully stirred by the song “Fearless (Huo Yuan Jia).” Each and every one joining in to sing the chorus, their voices ring out in unison.}Right then, the stage lit up with brilliant beams of yellow, welcoming the appearance of a strutting Chicken-head. The boy was dressed to the nines in a white mandarin-collared shirt, lined with the visage of red plum blossoms. The rest of Class 9 walked out behind him, dressed in similarly styled shirts except in black. Once in position, they stood straight with backs facing the crowd.

_{“But Shen Qing likes women,” Qin Mo muttered in defence.}
Chicken-head, standing centre front, picked up the mike, his tone low and words quick as he rapped:

“But Shen Qing likes women,” Qin Mo muttered in defence.

_{Within those shining beams, a group of girls were revealed on the centre stage. Dressed in sleek black shirts under a white vest and tie, paired with black leather shorts, they looked exceptionally cool.}“That doesn’t matter,” Shen Zhuoyun replied. It was only after the girls left the stage that he finally removed his hand, then added, “No one is allowed." He didn’t want anyone else to hold Qin Mo’s attention, regardless of who that person was.

Within those shining beams, a group of girls were revealed on the centre stage. Dressed in sleek black shirts under a white vest and tie, paired with black leather shorts, they looked exceptionally cool.

_{“That doesn’t matter,” Shen Zhuoyun replied. It was only after the girls left the stage that he finally removed his hand, then added, “No one is allowed." He didn’t want anyone else to hold Qin Mo’s attention, regardless of who that person was.}“Hey! It’s not knocked out! How many times have I told you already?!” the nunchuck boy defended. “It’s just a bit loose, is all.”

_{What the hell? But, boss... I’m already stuffed. I’m damn near bursting!}
“Life has many rounds; the arena awaits;

What the hell? But, boss... I’m already stuffed. I’m damn near bursting!

_{“That I didn’t go on stage.” Qin Mo smiled faintly.}
Whether I live or die; I win because I scoff in its face...”

“That I didn’t go on stage.” Qin Mo smiled faintly.

_{Not a bastard from Class 9 had a dry face as they left the stage, every one dripping with perspiration. Grabbing the first person they saw, they had the same question: “How was our performance?”}“Oh.” Shen Zhuoyun reached over to pat the shorter boy’s head. “Next time.”

Not a bastard from Class 9 had a dry face as they left the stage, every one dripping with perspiration. Grabbing the first person they saw, they had the same question: “How was our performance?”

_{For this period where all the students were permitted to gather, the instructors no longer barked for them to sit rаmrod straight, allowing them to slouch, allowing them to relax—but not relax too much, though. They were still not allowed to cross their legs and so on.}Though the students had nothing but never-ending complaints about the rigorous training at that school, such methods were the most effective when it came to curbing violent tendencies. Besides, a benefit from those efforts was seen in the girls now on stage. Yes, their skin was darkened by the sun, but most of the girls now had figures many would die for. They were slim but not sickly. They had just the right amount of muscles, giving them a wild charm.

For this period where all the students were permitted to gather, the instructors no longer barked for them to sit rаmrod straight, allowing them to slouch, allowing them to relax—but not relax too much, though. They were still not allowed to cross their legs and so on.

_{The song Chicken-head sung was originally performed by Jay Chou, and it was made for the movie Fearless (orig. Huo Yuanjia), starring Jet Li.}Jiang Shao: “(⊙o⊙)？”

The song Chicken-head sung was originally performed by Jay Chou, and it was made for the movie Fearless (orig. Huo Yuanjia), starring Jet Li. It was loosely based on the life of the real-life martial artist Huo Yuanjia (1868-1910), who went around fighting against foreign fighters during the last stages of the Qing Dynasty. (Hence the mandarin-collared costumes. Btw, Huo Yuanjia did not fight with nunchucks, but he did use the 3-sectioned staff. You know who did use nunchucks, though, Bruce Lee (most notably in Fists of Fury). And guess whose student his character was? Huo Yuanjia’s). That “(Chin Woo) Jing Wu Fist” is a reference to the school he founded. [][]Random notes. There is a line in the song that isn’t official. "Huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo! Life should be lived as high as it can go!” Isn't the lyrics, so maybe the Chicken-head was ad-libbing? Oh, and a tiny bit of creative liberties was taken with the lyrics, since parts had to rhyme. []Link to the song: Jay Chou - Fearless. Enjoy~

_{As soon as Chicken-head put back the mike, Yang Fanghong flipped onto the cleared stage, donned in a headband and wielding nunchucks. The stage lights flіckered rapidly as he performed, making the sight vaguely resemble an Idol Radio episode.}“Don’t even think of looking.” The owner of the frosty hand snorted before adding, “It’s obscene.”

_{Not a bastard from Class 9 had a dry face as they left the stage, every one dripping with perspiration. Grabbing the first person they saw, they had the same question: “How was our performance?”}
Behind him, his dancers threw punches and kicks that were so precise that they all looked tough and intimidating.

Not a bastard from Class 9 had a dry face as they left the stage, every one dripping with perspiration. Grabbing the first person they saw, they had the same question: “How was our performance?”

_{“What?” Shen Zhuoyun turned to look at him.}“Huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo! Life should be lived as high as it can go!”

“What?” Shen Zhuoyun turned to look at him.

_{Right then, the stage lit up with brilliant beams of yellow, welcoming the appearance of a strutting Chicken-head. The boy was dressed to the nines in a white mandarin-collared shirt, lined with the visage of red plum blossoms. The rest of Class 9 walked out behind him, dressed in similarly styled shirts except in black. Once in position, they stood straight with backs facing the crowd.}“Oh.” Shen Zhuoyun reached over to pat the shorter boy’s head. “Next time.”

_{{What the hell kind of grudge does he have against dumplings!}}Watching this unfold, Qin Mo was struck by the thought: If their parents got to see their shining moment on that stage, would they have still sent them to this place?

What the hell kind of grudge does he have against dumplings!

After the party, the kitchen was done cooking up all the food, including the rough batch of dumplings. Not minding the bumpy lumps they made themselves, the boys scarfed down the dumplings.

_{As one of the people grabbed, Shen Zhuoyun, towards Chicken-head said, “Your singing wasn’t too bad."}
“Huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo! Huo Sect’s fists move swiftly as they go…”

As one of the people grabbed, Shen Zhuoyun, towards Chicken-head said, “Your singing wasn’t too bad."

_{{What the hell? But, boss... I’m already stuffed. I’m damn near bursting!}}“Life has many rounds; the arena awaits;

What the hell? But, boss... I’m already stuffed. I’m damn near bursting!

_{The dark comes early during the winter months. By the time the instructors directed the students to carry all the cafeteria chairs to the field, the sky had long grown dark. The only illumination came from the lights of the temporary stage, colourful and twinkling.}Unable to contain themselves, some boys hopped on their chairs to whistle at the stage, only to get immediately smacked down by their instructors. Once the music started booming, the posing girls launched into a dynamic dance, heating up the atmosphere.

_{“Life has many rounds; the arena awaits;}Next time, far outside those high walls.

“Life has many rounds; the arena awaits;

_{“What?” Shen Zhuoyun turned to look at him.}Shen Zhuoyun was a bit more discriminating. After hesitating, he decided to put the ones he made into Qin Mo’s dish and took all the ones Qin Mo made for himself.

“What?” Shen Zhuoyun turned to look at him.

_N/A
Chicken-head rapped the lyrics to be rapped and sang the lyrics to be sung—singing his heart out. When the song hit its clіmax, he was so hyped that he threw a flying kick into the air to the rapturous applause of the crowd.

N/A

_{Shen Zhuoyun nodded.}As Qin Mo watched the performance, it took him a good while to realise it was Shen Qing leading the dance. Halfway through their performance, every girl except Shen Qing retreated to the back, leaving her alone front and centre. Despite the reduction in number, the stage looked anything but vacant. Tossing away her silver vest, her body began moving to perform her solo number, seeming even more graceful than before, drawing the focus of all gazes on her.

Shen Zhuoyun nodded.

_{Those eyes of Qin Mo focusing on just him, and him alone, were more than enough.}Chicken-head, standing centre front, picked up the mike, his tone low and words quick as he rapped:

Those eyes of Qin Mo focusing on just him, and him alone, were more than enough.

_{At the end of the song, all the guys on stage struck an awesome pose as they soaked up the cheers from the crowd below.}The song Chicken-head sung was originally performed by Jay Chou, and it was made for the movie Fearless (orig. Huo Yuanjia), starring Jet Li. It was loosely based on the life of the real-life martial artist Huo Yuanjia (1868-1910), who went around fighting against foreign fighters during the last stages of the Qing Dynasty. (Hence the mandarin-collared costumes. Btw, Huo Yuanjia did not fight with nunchucks, but he did use the 3-sectioned staff. You know who did use nunchucks, though, Bruce Lee (most notably in Fists of Fury). And guess whose student his character was? Huo Yuanjia’s). That “(Chin Woo) Jing Wu Fist” is a reference to the school he founded. [][]Random notes. There is a line in the song that isn’t official. "Huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo! Life should be lived as high as it can go!” Isn't the lyrics, so maybe the Chicken-head was ad-libbing? Oh, and a tiny bit of creative liberties was taken with the lyrics, since parts had to rhyme. []Link to the song: Jay Chou - Fearless. Enjoy~

At the end of the song, all the guys on stage struck an awesome pose as they soaked up the cheers from the crowd below.

_{The eyes in question were glaring right then, though, their owner pretending he didn’t hear it.}
The boys behind him also turned up their performance by pulling out the silver nunchucks from their waists and started spinning them to the beat. The actions weren’t complex, but they were performed neatly and coolly.

The eyes in question were glaring right then, though, their owner pretending he didn’t hear it.

_{Chicken-head, standing centre front, picked up the mike, his tone low and words quick as he rapped:}Not a bastard from Class 9 had a dry face as they left the stage, every one dripping with perspiration. Grabbing the first person they saw, they had the same question: “How was our performance?”

Chicken-head, standing centre front, picked up the mike, his tone low and words quick as he rapped:

_{Shen Zhuoyun nodded.}“Fυck yeah!” another boy remarked. “Nunchucks are definitely divine artefacts! I swear to god, even I’m almost brought to tears by how cool I was.”

Shen Zhuoyun nodded.

_{The eyes in question were glaring right then, though, their owner pretending he didn’t hear it.}Chicken-head, standing centre front, picked up the mike, his tone low and words quick as he rapped:

The eyes in question were glaring right then, though, their owner pretending he didn’t hear it.

_{Ten minutes soon passed, and the lights on the stage dimmed, the amber glow replaced by beams of flashing blue so bright they were near blinding.}Neither Qin Mo nor Shen Zhuoyun expected their class’s act to be so well done. That group of bastards from Class 9 actually looked incredibly cool—like real-life martial artists spilling over with passion. No one looking at them would ever guess they were problematic youth abandoned by their parents and teachers, kids so unwanted that they were sent to this prison camp.

Ten minutes soon passed, and the lights on the stage dimmed, the amber glow replaced by beams of flashing blue so bright they were near blinding.

_{Jiang Shao: “(⊙o⊙)？”}
“Huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo! Life should be lived as high as it can go!”

Jiang Shao: “(⊙o⊙)？”

_{“That I didn’t go on stage.” Qin Mo smiled faintly.}Standing at around one hundred and seventy metres, she was “that girl”. She had the face; she had the curves, and that already beautiful face done up in make-up looked even more gorgeous and mature. As she danced, her moves seemed like second nature, evoking a kind of heat—eliciting a sense of invincibility. Both student and instructor alike were left awestruck by the sight, all except for Qin Mo, whose vision darkened by something familiar and icy.

“That I didn’t go on stage.” Qin Mo smiled faintly.

_N/ATo the confused boy, Shen Zhuoyun replied with a chuckle, “Eat them; they’re all yours.”

N/A

_{Chicken-head rapped the lyrics to be rapped and sang the lyrics to be sung—singing his heart out. When the song hit its clіmax, he was so hyped that he threw a flying kick into the air to the rapturous applause of the crowd.}
As soon as Chicken-head put back the mike, Yang Fanghong flipped onto the cleared stage, donned in a headband and wielding nunchucks. The stage lights flіckered rapidly as he performed, making the sight vaguely resemble an Idol Radio episode.

Chicken-head rapped the lyrics to be rapped and sang the lyrics to be sung—singing his heart out. When the song hit its clіmax, he was so hyped that he threw a flying kick into the air to the rapturous applause of the crowd.

_{“Fυck yeah!” another boy remarked. “Nunchucks are definitely divine artefacts! I swear to god, even I’m almost brought to tears by how cool I was.”}“That doesn’t matter,” Shen Zhuoyun replied. It was only after the girls left the stage that he finally removed his hand, then added, “No one is allowed." He didn’t want anyone else to hold Qin Mo’s attention, regardless of who that person was.

“Fυck yeah!” another boy remarked. “Nunchucks are definitely divine artefacts! I swear to god, even I’m almost brought to tears by how cool I was.”

_{“Don’t even think of looking.” The owner of the frosty hand snorted before adding, “It’s obscene.”}“Huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo! Life should be lived as high as it can go!”

“Don’t even think of looking.” The owner of the frosty hand snorted before adding, “It’s obscene.”

_{Though the students had nothing but never-ending complaints about the rigorous training at that school, such methods were the most effective when it came to curbing violent tendencies. Besides, a benefit from those efforts was seen in the girls now on stage.}
Neither Qin Mo nor Shen Zhuoyun expected their class’s act to be so well done. That group of bastards from Class 9 actually looked incredibly cool—like real-life martial artists spilling over with passion. No one looking at them would ever guess they were problematic youth abandoned by their parents and teachers, kids so unwanted that they were sent to this prison camp.

_{“Oh.” Shen Zhuoyun reached over to pat the shorter boy’s head. “Next time.”}“That I didn’t go on stage.” Qin Mo smiled faintly.

“Oh.” Shen Zhuoyun reached over to pat the shorter boy’s head. “Next time.”

_{Whether I live or die; I win because I scoff in its face...”}Not a bastard from Class 9 had a dry face as they left the stage, every one dripping with perspiration. Grabbing the first person they saw, they had the same question: “How was our performance?”

Whether I live or die; I win because I scoff in its face...”

_{“Life has many rounds; the arena awaits;}
Chicken-head sang excitedly, so much so that his voice started to tremble. But this did not matter at all to the crowd. Their passion was fully stirred by the song “Fearless (Huo Yuan Jia).” Each and every one joining in to sing the chorus, their voices ring out in unison.

“Life has many rounds; the arena awaits;

_{{Next time, far outside those high walls.}}Watching this unfold, Qin Mo was struck by the thought: If their parents got to see their shining moment on that stage, would they have still sent them to this place?

Next time, far outside those high walls.

_{If Shen Qing heard these words of yours, she’d hunt you down. Qin Mo thought.}
“Wo, wo, wo, wo, wo, wo, wo, wo! No one can dodge our Jing Wu Fist’s blow!”

If Shen Qing heard these words of yours, she’d hunt you down. Qin Mo thought.

_{Ten minutes soon passed, and the lights on the stage dimmed, the amber glow replaced by beams of flashing blue so bright they were near blinding.}Standing at around one hundred and seventy metres, she was “that girl”. She had the face; she had the curves, and that already beautiful face done up in make-up looked even more gorgeous and mature. As she danced, her moves seemed like second nature, evoking a kind of heat—eliciting a sense of invincibility. Both student and instructor alike were left awestruck by the sight, all except for Qin Mo, whose vision darkened by something familiar and icy.

Ten minutes soon passed, and the lights on the stage dimmed, the amber glow replaced by beams of flashing blue so bright they were near blinding.

_{Right then, the stage lit up with brilliant beams of yellow, welcoming the appearance of a strutting Chicken-head. The boy was dressed to the nines in a white mandarin-collared shirt, lined with the visage of red plum blossoms. The rest of Class 9 walked out behind him, dressed in similarly styled shirts except in black. Once in position, they stood straight with backs facing the crowd.}As one of the people grabbed, Shen Zhuoyun, towards Chicken-head said, “Your singing wasn’t too bad."

_{Within those shining beams, a group of girls were revealed on the centre stage. Dressed in sleek black shirts under a white vest and tie, paired with black leather shorts, they looked exceptionally cool.}
At the end of the song, all the guys on stage struck an awesome pose as they soaked up the cheers from the crowd below.

_{Chicken-head, standing centre front, picked up the mike, his tone low and words quick as he rapped:}“Oh.” Shen Zhuoyun reached over to pat the shorter boy’s head. “Next time.”

Chicken-head, standing centre front, picked up the mike, his tone low and words quick as he rapped:

_{Watching this unfold, Qin Mo was struck by the thought: {If their parents got to see their shining moment on that stage, would they have still sent them to this place?}}As Qin Mo watched the performance, it took him a good while to realise it was Shen Qing leading the dance. Halfway through their performance, every girl except Shen Qing retreated to the back, leaving her alone front and centre. Despite the reduction in number, the stage looked anything but vacant. Tossing away her silver vest, her body began moving to perform her solo number, seeming even more graceful than before, drawing the focus of all gazes on her.

Watching this unfold, Qin Mo was struck by the thought: If their parents got to see their shining moment on that stage, would they have still sent them to this place?

_{Ten minutes soon passed, and the lights on the stage dimmed, the amber glow replaced by beams of flashing blue so bright they were near blinding.}Shen Zhuoyun was a bit more discriminating. After hesitating, he decided to put the ones he made into Qin Mo’s dish and took all the ones Qin Mo made for himself.

Ten minutes soon passed, and the lights on the stage dimmed, the amber glow replaced by beams of flashing blue so bright they were near blinding.

_{“Oh.” Shen Zhuoyun reached over to pat the shorter boy’s head. “Next time.”}Chapter 35: New Year’s Day – Part Two

“Oh.” Shen Zhuoyun reached over to pat the shorter boy’s head. “Next time.”

_{“{Huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo}! {Life} should be lived as high as it can go!”}Chicken-head rapped the lyrics to be rapped and sang the lyrics to be sung—singing his heart out. When the song hit its clіmax, he was so hyped that he threw a flying kick into the air to the rapturous applause of the crowd.

“Huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo! Life should be lived as high as it can go!”

_{The song Chicken-head sung was originally performed by Jay Chou, and it was made for the movie Fearless (orig. Huo Yuanjia), starring Jet Li.}
As one of the people grabbed, Shen Zhuoyun, towards Chicken-head said, “Your singing wasn’t too bad."

_{Chicken-head, standing centre front, picked up the mike, his tone low and words quick as he rapped:}What the hell? But, boss... I’m already stuffed. I’m damn near bursting!

Chicken-head, standing centre front, picked up the mike, his tone low and words quick as he rapped:

_{Watching this unfold, Qin Mo was struck by the thought: {If their parents got to see their shining moment on that stage, would they have still sent them to this place?}}“Really?” a different boy interjected. “Even though you knocked out a tooth?”

Watching this unfold, Qin Mo was struck by the thought: If their parents got to see their shining moment on that stage, would they have still sent them to this place?

_{“That I didn’t go on stage.” Qin Mo smiled faintly.}The boys behind him also turned up their performance by pulling out the silver nunchucks from their waists and started spinning them to the beat. The actions weren’t complex, but they were performed neatly and coolly.

“That I didn’t go on stage.” Qin Mo smiled faintly.

_{“Don’t even think of looking.” The owner of the frosty hand snorted before adding, “It’s obscene.”}Chicken-head rapped the lyrics to be rapped and sang the lyrics to be sung—singing his heart out. When the song hit its clіmax, he was so hyped that he threw a flying kick into the air to the rapturous applause of the crowd.

“Don’t even think of looking.” The owner of the frosty hand snorted before adding, “It’s obscene.”

_{Chicken-head sang excitedly, so much so that his voice started to tremble. But this did not matter at all to the crowd. Their passion was fully stirred by the song “Fearless (Huo Yuan Jia).” Each and every one joining in to sing the chorus, their voices ring out in unison.}
“I know, right!” the complimented boy replied excitedly. Having long forgotten himself, he continued boasting, “If I knew I was this good at singing, I would have debuted during the school’s anniversary event! Every girl at our school would want a piece of me then.”

_◈◇◈Ten minutes soon passed, and the lights on the stage dimmed, the amber glow replaced by beams of flashing blue so bright they were near blinding.

◈◇◈

_{“Really?” a different boy interjected. “Even though you knocked out a tooth?”}Watching this unfold, Qin Mo was struck by the thought: If their parents got to see their shining moment on that stage, would they have still sent them to this place?

“Really?” a different boy interjected. “Even though you knocked out a tooth?”

_N/A“Really?” a different boy interjected. “Even though you knocked out a tooth?”

N/A

_{“What?” Shen Zhuoyun turned to look at him.}
“Fυck yeah!” another boy remarked. “Nunchucks are definitely divine artefacts! I swear to god, even I’m almost brought to tears by how cool I was.”

“What?” Shen Zhuoyun turned to look at him.

_{“{Huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo!} {Huo} Sect’s fists move swiftly as they go…”}“Life has many rounds; the arena awaits;

“Huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo! Huo Sect’s fists move swiftly as they go…”

_{Next time, far outside those high walls.}
“Really?” a different boy interjected. “Even though you knocked out a tooth?”

Next time, far outside those high walls.

_{Unable to contain themselves, some boys hopped on their chairs to whistle at the stage, only to get immediately smacked down by their instructors. Once the music started booming, the posing girls launched into a dynamic dance, heating up the atmosphere.}Though the students had nothing but never-ending complaints about the rigorous training at that school, such methods were the most effective when it came to curbing violent tendencies. Besides, a benefit from those efforts was seen in the girls now on stage. Yes, their skin was darkened by the sun, but most of the girls now had figures many would die for. They were slim but not sickly. They had just the right amount of muscles, giving them a wild charm.

_{The boys behind him also turned up their performance by pulling out the silver nunchucks from their waists and started spinning them to the beat. The actions weren’t complex, but they were performed neatly and coolly.}“Fυck yeah!” another boy remarked. “Nunchucks are definitely divine artefacts! I swear to god, even I’m almost brought to tears by how cool I was.”

_{“Huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo! Life should be lived as high as it can go!”}
“Hey! It’s not knocked out! How many times have I told you already?!” the nunchuck boy defended. “It’s just a bit loose, is all.”

“Huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo! Life should be lived as high as it can go!”

_{{Next time, far outside those high walls.}}Chicken-head rapped the lyrics to be rapped and sang the lyrics to be sung—singing his heart out. When the song hit its clіmax, he was so hyped that he threw a flying kick into the air to the rapturous applause of the crowd.

Next time, far outside those high walls.

_{“I know, right!” the complimented boy replied excitedly. Having long forgotten himself, he continued boasting, “If I knew I was this good at singing, I would have debuted during the school’s anniversary event! Every girl at our school would want a piece of me then.”}Shen Zhuoyun actually expressed some rarely seen goodwill.

“I know, right!” the complimented boy replied excitedly. Having long forgotten himself, he continued boasting, “If I knew I was this good at singing, I would have debuted during the school’s anniversary event! Every girl at our school would want a piece of me then.”

_{“Oh.” Shen Zhuoyun reached over to pat the shorter boy’s head. “Next time.”}
As the boys argued amongst themselves, even Yan Fanghong cracked a smile beside them. If not for them begging and sυcking up to him, he would have never gone on stage with those monkeys.

“Oh.” Shen Zhuoyun reached over to pat the shorter boy’s head. “Next time.”

_{{What the hell kind of grudge does he have against dumplings!}}Whether I live or die; I win because I scoff in its face...”

What the hell kind of grudge does he have against dumplings!

_{As one of the people grabbed, Shen Zhuoyun, towards Chicken-head said, “Your singing wasn’t too bad."}On stage, the show heated up, and each successive performance was met with scores of cheers. Soon the lights again dimmed, and Qin Mo tugged on Shen Zhuoyun’s shirt and asked, “Is it time for our dorm now?”

As one of the people grabbed, Shen Zhuoyun, towards Chicken-head said, “Your singing wasn’t too bad."

_{As one of the people grabbed, Shen Zhuoyun, towards Chicken-head said, “Your singing wasn’t too bad."}Unable to contain themselves, some boys hopped on their chairs to whistle at the stage, only to get immediately smacked down by their instructors. Once the music started booming, the posing girls launched into a dynamic dance, heating up the atmosphere.

As one of the people grabbed, Shen Zhuoyun, towards Chicken-head said, “Your singing wasn’t too bad."

_{“I know, right!” the complimented boy replied excitedly. Having long forgotten himself, he continued boasting, “If I knew I was this good at singing, I would have debuted during the school’s anniversary event! Every girl at our school would want a piece of me then.”}
Watching this unfold, Qin Mo was struck by the thought: If their parents got to see their shining moment on that stage, would they have still sent them to this place?

_{Shen Zhuoyun was a bit more discriminating. After hesitating, he decided to put the ones he made into Qin Mo’s dish and took all the ones Qin Mo made for himself.}“But Shen Qing likes women,” Qin Mo muttered in defence.

Shen Zhuoyun was a bit more discriminating. After hesitating, he decided to put the ones he made into Qin Mo’s dish and took all the ones Qin Mo made for himself.

_{“{Huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo!} {Huo} Sect’s fists move swiftly as they go…”}Chicken-head, standing centre front, picked up the mike, his tone low and words quick as he rapped:

“Huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo! Huo Sect’s fists move swiftly as they go…”

_{After the party, the kitchen was done cooking up all the food, including the rough batch of dumplings. Not minding the bumpy lumps they made themselves, the boys scarfed down the dumplings.}Standing at around one hundred and seventy metres, she was “that girl”. She had the face; she had the curves, and that already beautiful face done up in make-up looked even more gorgeous and mature. As she danced, her moves seemed like second nature, evoking a kind of heat—eliciting a sense of invincibility. Both student and instructor alike were left awestruck by the sight, all except for Qin Mo, whose vision darkened by something familiar and icy.

After the party, the kitchen was done cooking up all the food, including the rough batch of dumplings. Not minding the bumpy lumps they made themselves, the boys scarfed down the dumplings.

_{Behind him, his dancers threw punches and kicks that were so precise that they all looked tough and intimidating.}
Who knows...

Behind him, his dancers threw punches and kicks that were so precise that they all looked tough and intimidating.

Not a bastard from Class 9 had a dry face as they left the stage, every one dripping with perspiration. Grabbing the first person they saw, they had the same question: “How was our performance?”

_{“Don’t even think of looking.” The owner of the frosty hand snorted before adding, “It’s obscene.”}“Huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo! Huo Sect’s fists move swiftly as they go…”

“Don’t even think of looking.” The owner of the frosty hand snorted before adding, “It’s obscene.”

_{Shen Zhuoyun actually expressed some rarely seen goodwill.}
“I regret it,” Qin Mo muttered out loud.

Shen Zhuoyun actually expressed some rarely seen goodwill.

_{Behind him, his dancers threw punches and kicks that were so precise that they all looked tough and intimidating.}Whether I live or die; I win because I scoff in its face...”

Behind him, his dancers threw punches and kicks that were so precise that they all looked tough and intimidating.

_{Right then, the stage lit up with brilliant beams of yellow, welcoming the appearance of a strutting Chicken-head. The boy was dressed to the nines in a white mandarin-collared shirt, lined with the visage of red plum blossoms. The rest of Class 9 walked out behind him, dressed in similarly styled shirts except in black. Once in position, they stood straight with backs facing the crowd.}As one of the people grabbed, Shen Zhuoyun, towards Chicken-head said, “Your singing wasn’t too bad."

_{“Life has many rounds; the arena awaits;}“I know, right!” the complimented boy replied excitedly. Having long forgotten himself, he continued boasting, “If I knew I was this good at singing, I would have debuted during the school’s anniversary event! Every girl at our school would want a piece of me then.”

“Life has many rounds; the arena awaits;

_{Neither Qin Mo nor Shen Zhuoyun expected their class’s act to be so well done. That group of bastards from Class 9 actually looked incredibly cool—like real-life martial artists spilling over with passion. No one looking at them would ever guess they were problematic youth abandoned by their parents and teachers, kids so unwanted that they were sent to this prison camp.}
“What?” Shen Zhuoyun turned to look at him.

Neither Qin Mo nor Shen Zhuoyun expected their class’s act to be so well done. That group of bastards from Class 9 actually looked incredibly cool—like real-life martial artists spilling over with passion. No one looking at them would ever guess they were problematic youth abandoned by their parents and teachers, kids so unwanted that they were sent to this prison camp.

_{{Next time, far outside those high walls.}}Chicken-head, standing centre front, picked up the mike, his tone low and words quick as he rapped:

Next time, far outside those high walls.

_{Whether I live or die; I win because I scoff in its face...”}
“That I didn’t go on stage.” Qin Mo smiled faintly.

Whether I live or die; I win because I scoff in its face...”

_{“Life has many rounds; the arena awaits;}Next time, far outside those high walls.

“Life has many rounds; the arena awaits;

_{“Oh.” Shen Zhuoyun reached over to pat the shorter boy’s head. “Next time.”}“Don’t even think of looking.” The owner of the frosty hand snorted before adding, “It’s obscene.”

“Oh.” Shen Zhuoyun reached over to pat the shorter boy’s head. “Next time.”

_{“{Huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo}! {Life} should be lived as high as it can go!”}Those eyes of Qin Mo focusing on just him, and him alone, were more than enough.

“Huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo! Life should be lived as high as it can go!”

_{The eyes in question were glaring right then, though, their owner pretending he didn’t hear it.}Shen Zhuoyun actually expressed some rarely seen goodwill.

The eyes in question were glaring right then, though, their owner pretending he didn’t hear it.

_◈◇◈
“Oh.” Shen Zhuoyun reached over to pat the shorter boy’s head. “Next time.”

◈◇◈

_{The eyes in question were glaring right then, though, their owner pretending he didn’t hear it.}Who knows...

The eyes in question were glaring right then, though, their owner pretending he didn’t hear it.

_{Watching this unfold, Qin Mo was struck by the thought: If their parents got to see their shining moment on that stage, would they have still sent them to this place?}
Next time, far outside those high walls.

Watching this unfold, Qin Mo was struck by the thought: If their parents got to see their shining moment on that stage, would they have still sent them to this place?

_{Standing at around one hundred and seventy metres, she was “that girl”. She had the face; she had the curves, and that already beautiful face done up in make-up looked even more gorgeous and mature.}“Fυck yeah!” another boy remarked. “Nunchucks are definitely divine artefacts! I swear to god, even I’m almost brought to tears by how cool I was.”

_{Chicken-head, standing centre front, picked up the mike, his tone low and words quick as he rapped:}Ten minutes soon passed, and the lights on the stage dimmed, the amber glow replaced by beams of flashing blue so bright they were near blinding.

Chicken-head, standing centre front, picked up the mike, his tone low and words quick as he rapped:

◈◇◈

_{After finishing his plate, a still hungry Qin Mo reached to grab some more. But before he could grab any of the dumplings, which were noticeably more beautiful than the rest, Shen Zhuoyun piled every one into Jiang Shao’s plate with one motion.}
After the party, the kitchen was done cooking up all the food, including the rough batch of dumplings. Not minding the bumpy lumps they made themselves, the boys scarfed down the dumplings.

_{“{Wo, wo, wo, wo, wo, wo, wo, wo!} No one can dodge {our} Jing Wu Fist’s blow!”}“Huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo! Huo Sect’s fists move swiftly as they go…”

“Wo, wo, wo, wo, wo, wo, wo, wo! No one can dodge our Jing Wu Fist’s blow!”

_{Shen Zhuoyun was a bit more discriminating. After hesitating, he decided to put the ones he made into Qin Mo’s dish and took all the ones Qin Mo made for himself.}
Shen Zhuoyun was a bit more discriminating. After hesitating, he decided to put the ones he made into Qin Mo’s dish and took all the ones Qin Mo made for himself.

Shen Zhuoyun was a bit more discriminating. After hesitating, he decided to put the ones he made into Qin Mo’s dish and took all the ones Qin Mo made for himself.

_{“Don’t even think of looking.” The owner of the frosty hand snorted before adding, “It’s obscene.”}“But Shen Qing likes women,” Qin Mo muttered in defence.

“Don’t even think of looking.” The owner of the frosty hand snorted before adding, “It’s obscene.”

_{“That doesn’t matter,” Shen Zhuoyun replied. It was only after the girls left the stage that he finally removed his hand, then added, “No one is allowed." He didn’t want anyone else to hold Qin Mo’s attention, regardless of who that person was.}
After finishing his plate, a still hungry Qin Mo reached to grab some more. But before he could grab any of the dumplings, which were noticeably more beautiful than the rest, Shen Zhuoyun piled every one into Jiang Shao’s plate with one motion.

_{“Don’t even think of looking.” The owner of the frosty hand snorted before adding, “It’s obscene.”}Standing at around one hundred and seventy metres, she was “that girl”. She had the face; she had the curves, and that already beautiful face done up in make-up looked even more gorgeous and mature. As she danced, her moves seemed like second nature, evoking a kind of heat—eliciting a sense of invincibility. Both student and instructor alike were left awestruck by the sight, all except for Qin Mo, whose vision darkened by something familiar and icy.

“Don’t even think of looking.” The owner of the frosty hand snorted before adding, “It’s obscene.”

_{“Really?” a different boy interjected. “Even though you knocked out a tooth?”}As one of the people grabbed, Shen Zhuoyun, towards Chicken-head said, “Your singing wasn’t too bad."

“Really?” a different boy interjected. “Even though you knocked out a tooth?”

_{Chapter 35: New Year’s Day – Part Two}
Jiang Shao: “(⊙o⊙)？”

Chapter 35: New Year’s Day – Part Two

_{“I regret it,” Qin Mo muttered out loud.}Whether I live or die; I win because I scoff in its face...”

“I regret it,” Qin Mo muttered out loud.

_{Chicken-head, standing centre front, picked up the mike, his tone low and words quick as he rapped:}
To the confused boy, Shen Zhuoyun replied with a chuckle, “Eat them; they’re all yours.”

Chicken-head, standing centre front, picked up the mike, his tone low and words quick as he rapped:

_{On stage, the show heated up, and each successive performance was met with scores of cheers. Soon the lights again dimmed, and Qin Mo tugged on Shen Zhuoyun’s shirt and asked, “Is it time for our dorm now?”}For this period where all the students were permitted to gather, the instructors no longer barked for them to sit rаmrod straight, allowing them to slouch, allowing them to relax—but not relax too much, though. They were still not allowed to cross their legs and so on.

On stage, the show heated up, and each successive performance was met with scores of cheers. Soon the lights again dimmed, and Qin Mo tugged on Shen Zhuoyun’s shirt and asked, “Is it time for our dorm now?”

_{“Oh.” Shen Zhuoyun reached over to pat the shorter boy’s head. “Next time.”}“Life has many rounds; the arena awaits;

“Oh.” Shen Zhuoyun reached over to pat the shorter boy’s head. “Next time.”

_{The boys behind him also turned up their performance by pulling out the silver nunchucks from their waists and started spinning them to the beat. The actions weren’t complex, but they were performed neatly and coolly.}Neither Qin Mo nor Shen Zhuoyun expected their class’s act to be so well done. That group of bastards from Class 9 actually looked incredibly cool—like real-life martial artists spilling over with passion. No one looking at them would ever guess they were problematic youth abandoned by their parents and teachers, kids so unwanted that they were sent to this prison camp.

_{Who knows...}
What the hell? But, boss... I’m already stuffed. I’m damn near bursting!

Who knows...

_{The dark comes early during the winter months. By the time the instructors directed the students to carry all the cafeteria chairs to the field, the sky had long grown dark. The only illumination came from the lights of the temporary stage, colourful and twinkling.}On stage, the show heated up, and each successive performance was met with scores of cheers. Soon the lights again dimmed, and Qin Mo tugged on Shen Zhuoyun’s shirt and asked, “Is it time for our dorm now?”

_{{If Shen Qing heard these words of yours, she’d hunt you down.} Qin Mo thought.}“Don’t even think of looking.” The owner of the frosty hand snorted before adding, “It’s obscene.”

If Shen Qing heard these words of yours, she’d hunt you down. Qin Mo thought.

_{{Next time, far outside those high walls.}}“Don’t even think of looking.” The owner of the frosty hand snorted before adding, “It’s obscene.”

Next time, far outside those high walls.

_{“Life has many rounds; the arena awaits;}Chicken-head sang excitedly, so much so that his voice started to tremble. But this did not matter at all to the crowd. Their passion was fully stirred by the song “Fearless (Huo Yuan Jia).” Each and every one joining in to sing the chorus, their voices ring out in unison.

“Life has many rounds; the arena awaits;

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The song Chicken-head sung was originally performed by Jay Chou, and it was made for the movie Fearless (orig. Huo Yuanjia), starring Jet Li. It was loosely based on the life of the real-life martial artist Huo Yuanjia (1868-1910), who went around fighting against foreign fighters during the last stages of the Qing Dynasty. (Hence the mandarin-collared costumes. Btw, Huo Yuanjia did not fight with nunchucks, but he did use the 3-sectioned staff. You know who did use nunchucks, though, Bruce Lee (most notably in Fists of Fury). And guess whose student his character was? Huo Yuanjia’s). That “(Chin Woo) Jing Wu Fist” is a reference to the school he founded.

Random notes. There is a line in the song that isn’t official. "Huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo, huo! Life should be lived as high as it can go!” Isn't the lyrics, so maybe the Chicken-head was ad-libbing? Oh, and a tiny bit of creative liberties was taken with the lyrics, since parts had to rhyme.

Link to the song: Jay Chou - Fearless. Enjoy~

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