The Master’s Mask Unveiled Again
Chapter 985 - 984: Ten Seconds, I’ll Make You Regret It Till You Cry!

Chapter 985: Chapter 984: Ten Seconds, I’ll Make You Regret It Till You Cry!

The instructor from the neighboring class was completely baffled. It took him a while to snap back to reality. What the hell kind of plot twist is this?

A script?

He seemed to hear Jiu Ping crying out in pain and didn’t even care about his own students, directly running over to help him up.

Jiu Ping climbed up from the ground, his pants had a huge tear, with his elbows and knees scraped to varying degrees.

When he stood up, his left leg felt completely numb, essentially unable to support him.

"Bro, what’s going on?"

Jiu Ping shook his head, "My knee has an old injury, that woman directly kicked me in the knee!"

"Damn, that’s straight-up dirty!" The neighboring instructor helped Jiu Ping to a nearby stair to sit down, "Wait here, I’ll go deal with her!"

The instructor was a quick-tempered guy. Rolling up his sleeves, he stomped right over to Lu Mian.

"You think it’s honorable to take advantage of someone’s weakness? Come on, let’s go a few rounds."

Lu Mian: ...

She gave him a once-over, seemingly measuring his ability. After taking stock, her expectations visibly plummeted.

Someone who can’t even hold a candle to Mo Fan—what’s the point?

However, just as the whole class nervously worried for Lu Mian and sweating bullets over her fate, she asked nearly mournfully, "Just you?"

Classmates: ???

One person’s not enough?

The neighboring instructor thought the same, thumping his chest dramatically, showing off his biceps and triceps.

"Ten seconds, and you’ll regret it enough to cry!"

Lu Mian was fed up, almost to the point of exasperation.

She was in a bad mood; not being able to find a worthy opponent was just agonizing.

But since this was a state-sanctioned brawl, how could she not accept the challenge? It’d be easier to explain to Director Qi later.

"No need for ten seconds, three."

The neighboring instructor laughed heartily, "At least you’ve got some sense."

Before he even finished his sentence, before he could settle into a stance, a sudden gust of chilly wind swept past his ear. It was like his eyes were playing tricks on him—he thought he saw a blur of movement.

So fast!

Just as he was about to raise his hand to strike, a firm grip met his neck from behind. After a high-difficulty twist, his body spun 180 degrees before crashing onto the ground with a loud ’bang’!

Three seconds...

No, not even three seconds!

It was over that quickly.

Students: Lu Mian, you’re that fast—worried we’d all learn your technique?

Lu Mian stood firmly on the ground, coldly looking down at the instructor sprawled out in a twisted heap, a devilish smirk playing on her lips.

She exhaled frostily and spat out a single word.

"Leave."

The neighboring instructor clutched his neck, scrambling awkwardly to his feet, and staggered away.

He ran straight back to his defeated comrade, Jiu Ping. The two could only sit there in helpless silence.

Jiu Ping took a deep breath, his face turning serious.

"Did you notice? The move Lu Mian used just now—it looked a lot like Mo Fan’s signature technique!"

"I didn’t catch the details. All I know is, if that woman had been just a bit meaner, my head and body would’ve parted ways."

Jiu Ping shook his head firmly, "This is no small matter! Maybe Mo Fan’s signature move has been secretly copied!"

——

With such drama unfolding in the physics class, military training for other groups was interrupted as well.

Instructors urgently convened, hurriedly sending Jiu Ping and his companion to the medical bay.

Elite Class.

The 29 students dispersed. Some sat on the ground chatting, others went to grab water and relax.

The neighboring class was still standing in formation, grumbling about the unfairness.

"Our instructor told us to hold the posture before leaving. Why do you guys get to move around freely?"

The two classes had mostly been treated equally up until now. But this afternoon, for some unknown reason, the attitude of the instructors toward the Elite Class had noticeably shifted.

Lu Yutian knew exactly why.

She was seated on the grass, sipping from a cup of water a boy had brought her, her mood finally lightening a little.

The boys in the class were curious, too.

"Do you think the instructor suddenly grew a conscience and decided to treat us better?"

"Not likely. Judging by the shift in their behavior, it seems more like they received some kind of instruction."

"Kind of like what happened in the physics department? Did someone privately pull some strings with the instructors?"

The boys in the Elite Class weren’t fools; their IQs were generally very high, and they figured it out almost immediately.

"Clearly, someone in our class must’ve contacted someone to influence the instructors."

And as everyone speculated, their gazes all naturally fell on Lu Yutian.

Lu Yutian had been waiting for this moment. She sipped her water in small gulps, chuckling helplessly. "Why are you all looking at me? It’s not that big of a deal."

"Yutian, is it really you?"

"Yutian’s LOOK Company is so famous—she must have loads of connections!"

Lu Yutian nodded casually, "As long as everyone is happy, that’s all that matters."

A circle of boys beamed grateful smiles at her.

Who wouldn’t want their military training to pass by comfortably?

The neighboring class still stood stiffly in formation, casting envious looks toward the Elite Class. Having such a pretty, gentle, and capable girl in the group—how lucky.

——

After Lu Mian had knocked out the instructor, the physics department essentially became idle personnel.

Everyone was spread out and freely doing their own thing.

But most people were talking about Lu Mian.

Nothing but praise—unrestrained, fully committed admiration.

Qiao Yaning didn’t join the group of chatterers, instead sitting quietly under a tree, drinking water and recovering her energy.

To be honest, she was grateful to Lu Mian.

The weather in the Chixia Sect wasn’t quite like Jinjing City; the sun was brutally scorching. Even with sunscreen applied, her skin was red and dry, her breath sometimes coming in dizzying waves.

If things continued like that, many of the girls in their class might’ve collapsed.

But now, what consequences might arise from all this...

She thought to herself—for someone as capable as Lu Mian, with such an incredible boyfriend, he’d probably find a way to handle it all.

Meanwhile, Shu Shu took the chance during break to dig through her small bag and pull out a box of band-aids, insisting on patching up Lu Mian’s wounds.

She was meticulous, always carrying small items with her.

Band-aids, tissues, wet wipes, ear picks, nail clippers—the list went on.

Lu Mian rolled up her sleeve. The blood had dried, sticking to her clothes a bit, so she yanked it apart forcefully.

Shu Shu winced on her behalf.

"Mianmian, be gentle with yourself."

As she spoke, she carefully cleaned Lu Mian’s wounds with a disinfectant wipe and applied the band-aids.

Luckily, the injuries weren’t severe—just some minor scrapes. A few band-aids were enough.

"Mianmian, what happened?"

Lu Mian chuckled, pulling her sleeve back down, "Forgot."

Shu Shu: ...

A scholastic genius with a 789 score says something like this?

Knowing she didn’t want to talk about it, Shu Shu didn’t press further.

Just then, Wang Shiwei passed by, holding a cup, glanced in Lu Mian’s direction, and gave her a big thumbs-up.

"Mianmian, you were amazing today! We’re all proud of you!"

After that, she dramatically clutched her chest. "Don’t worry, if the instructors complain about you, we’ll all vouch for you! After all, you did it for our sake!"