"No need! Someone else has already taken care of it!" The words from the principal struck M. Hei-Gou like a thunderbolt, sending him reeling. M. Hei-Gou noticed that on the principal's desk lay a stack of test papers, each bearing the name of Gao Liang, yet with no answers written at all. "How am I to explain this?" the principal's face grew stern. M. Hei-Gou's legs trembled so violently that he nearly fell to his knees, pleading, "I'm at my wits' end! I'm at my wits' end! I failed to educate Gao Liang into a truly capable student!" "Old Liu! It's true that Gao Liang's lack of diligence is his own fault. But as your class teacher and supervisor, your oversight is clearly lacking. So, perhaps this time—let me see—" The principal, Fang Bin, paused mid-sentence. M. Hei-Gou suddenly dropped to one knee before Fang Bin, his face solemn, saying, "Principal Fang! I have my elderly parents to support, my children to care for, and my wife in the middle—please, just give me a chance!" "Old Liu! "Get him excited about studying!" Liu Heigou immediately wiped away his tears and smiled, but didn't dare rise right away, clinging to the校长's legs and saying, "Principal Fang, I knew you'd have a big heart and wouldn't kick me out!" "You don't go find Gao Liang right now and bring him back? Starting today, you're to take charge of tutoring him! Remember, you must have one of the top students in the class tutor him. If you can't turn him into a real talent, I'll hold you personally accountable!" "Yes! Yes! Principal! I'll go right away! I'll go right away!" Liu Heigou scrambled out of the office, finally taking a deep breath and patting his chest, saying, "Good thing, nothing serious! If there really were something, my whole family would have to sleep on the streets!" Hurrying to the classroom of Class 3-1, Liu Heigou's first words were, "Where is Gao Liang?" "Teacher! Gao Liang has gone out again!" Liu Heigou was so stunned by his classmates' responses that his eyes on the bridge of his nose nearly fell off. It took him a long time to recover, and only then did he turn to Zhang Yупing, who was intently reviewing her notes, and say: "Zhang Yупing! I have an important task for you—directly assigned by the principal!" Zhang Yупing looked up and saw Liu Heigou smiling warmly at her. She returned the smile, laughing lightly and asking, "Mr. Liu! What's the task?" "From today on, you'll be helping Guan Liang with his studies!" Liu Heigou didn't sound like an order—he sounded like a plea. "Mr. Liu! Guan Liang! I absolutely disagree!" Just as Zhang Yупing was about to say this, Liu Heigou had already stepped forward and whispered, "I've already made a firm commitment to the principal—this is non-negotiable. You have to give our class president a chance! Otherwise, I won't be able to manage as a homeroom teacher!" Zhang Yuping is a well-qualified, sensible student, and Liu He-gou is after all her esteemed teacher. It would be unfair to her teacher to not accept the latest and most comprehensive study materials that he regularly reserves for her. So, with a quiet nod, Liu He-gou’s eyes immediately brightened. The heavy burden—this烫手的山芋—had finally been lifted by her accomplished student. Well! Well! Now, being the head teacher of the senior class would truly be a breeze. The security guards at the entrance of Wangchao Tower wore neat blue uniforms, complete with stylish berets, bowing and curtsying politely to the celebrities and elite guests. Huang Gang, in his plain, unassuming suit, wearing slippers, stood out starkly out of place, immediately drawing a wave of disdain from the onlookers. He was blocked by a strong, well-built security guard. The guard glanced at him with a look of contempt, saying, "Who are you? How dare you show up here at such a high-end venue! Don't you know your place?" Upon hearing this, Huang Gang grew furious and retorted, "Who's the dog barking now?" The guard, hearing this, became even more incensed and charged at Huang Gang. Unexpectedly, Huang Gang landed a solid punch that sent the guard reeling—his face now swollen like a panda's. The guard clutched his face, shouting, "Guys, someone's throwing a fit! Let's go!" Other security staff rushed forward upon hearing the commotion. Who was Gao Liang? Through the divine power of the Yueguang Treasure Box, he had instantly transported himself to the Shaolin Temple and mastered the Jian Gong Quan. Facing these security personnel who merely pretended to be strong by leveraging others' authority, Gao Liang handled them with ease—like swatting flies. In no time, he had them scattered and drenched in sweat, each one lying on the ground, groaning in pain. "Highlight immediately understood that the middle-aged man before him was the master of Long Feng Hall, known as Mr. Qiao. "You've already knocked out my Four Pillars—quite an achievement. But if you can defeat me, I'll not only set you free, but also appoint you as Deputy Hall Master," Mr. Qiao said calmly. Highlight thought for a moment and asked, "What benefits can I expect?" Mr. Qiao suddenly burst into laughter. "Since I became the head of Long Feng Hall, you're the first person to speak to me like this. As for benefits, I'll tell you once you've defeated me!" Just as he finished speaking, electric arcs surged across his entire body. "Master! Be careful! That man is generating high-voltage electricity!" the beautiful angel Ying'er reminded her master. This was a formidable opponent—indeed, Highlight's first true adversary. No way—I'm still not very skilled in electrical abilities. If I go straight to meet Mr. Qiao's electric arcs, I'll surely be scorched to a crisp. "Ying'er! Quickly help me enter the Yue Guang Treasure Box space!" "As soon as the highlighter finished speaking, the electric arc surged forward, crackling through the air. The onlookers instinctively covered their eyes, clearly the arc had a damaging effect on vision—just like the arc produced during welding." "Ooh!" Highlighter gasped, his body struck by the arc, and he stepped back three paces. "Haha, good boy! You're quite interesting—since I've developed this ability, you're the first person who hasn't been knocked out by my electric shock. Well done! It seems you do have some real talent. Excellent! Now, stay alert—here comes my finishing move—the Electric Blade Cut!" With that, the elder gathered a blade-like arc in his palm. Highlighter thought: What's with all this fancy talk? Isn't it just a simple dart? Why name it so dramatically?