Urban God-level Youth

Qin Hao was relieved, so that's what it was. His intelligence was at fifteen whereas his father's was only seven.

Also, his father's strength was at seven, which he knew was just average among middle-aged men.

Meanwhile, his own strength was at an impressive twenty-one, three times that of an average middle-aged man, enough to deal with Xu Liang and his group, especially since he also knew Fighting Skill.

Qin Hao checked his achievements, a full one thousand points, enough for twenty draws in the lottery. This hidden achievement really gave a lot of points.

He drew five times in a row.

"Congratulations, host, for obtaining table tennis skills."

"Congratulations, host, for obtaining calligraphy skills."

"Congratulations, host, for obtaining basketball skills."

"Congratulations, host, for obtaining painting skills."

"Congratulations, host, for obtaining Fighting Skill."

Qin Hao learned them all, and when he learned Fighting Skill again,

he felt his strength seemed to have increased a bit. The skills section in his character attribute panel showed Fighting Skill experience had gone from zero to fifty, with only fifty more needed to level up.

He checked his achievement points and saw he had 750 left.

Thinking of Xu Liang's numerous underlings, he spent fifty achievement points to level his Fighting Skill up to level 1, feeling a warm flow throughout his body.

To level up from level 1 to level 2 in Fighting Skill would require five hundred experience, or five hundred achievement points.

Qin Hao hesitated for a moment and then leveled up his Fighting Skill from level 1 to level 2.

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The next morning,

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After breakfast, Qin Hao went to school as a student in the senior third grade, class two, at Changle Second Middle School.

When he walked into his classroom and arrived at his spot, someone was already sitting there, talking to Du Wanrou who was next to him.

Before he could speak, from the back of the classroom, Song Wei casually said, "Qin Hao, take a broom and clean our class's sanitation area. If you can't clean it well, don't bother coming back to class."

A hint of anger rose in Qin Hao's heart. Do you still think I'm the same old Qin Hao?

Impatiently, Song Wei said, "CN, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and grab a broom to clean."

Everyone in the class turned to look at Qin Hao, Sun Wanrou frowned slightly and glanced at Song Wei.

Yuan Zhengxiang, sitting in Qin Hao's spot, looked on with interest.

Qin Hao placed his backpack on the desk, then walked to the back of the classroom and stared at Song Wei, "Say that again."

Song Wei was startled for a moment, then disdainfully said, "You're pretty tough today, huh? Looking for a beating?"

"Slap!"

A loud slap resounded through the classroom. Song Wei spun around in place, and blood immediately flowed from the corner of his mouth.

The force of the slap was immense, and Qin Hao didn't hold back at all.

Everyone in the class was stunned, their eyes wide, staring at Qin Hao and Song Wei.

The notorious pushover Qin Hao actually slapped Song Wei? Was this for real?

Du Wanrou and Yuan Zhengxiang also watched Qin Hao in disbelief. Was this the same timid Qin Hao from before?

Song Wei then came to his senses, cursed, "CN, you actually dare to hit me, I will fucking kill you."

While speaking, Song Wei also made a move, swinging a slap toward Qin Hao's cheek.

From Qin Hao's perspective, Song Wei's movements were too slow. He extended his left hand, directly grabbing Song Wei's wrist, and then his right leg went up in a kick.

"Bang"

Qin Hao's foot landed on Song Wei's stomach.

Song Wei's face instantly changed. He flew backwards two meters, landing on his buttocks, the strong force sliding his body several meters back on the floor.

Song Wei did not get up for a while, his face deathly pale, and he looked at Qin Hao with a somewhat frightened expression.

Qin Hao looked at him and slowly said, "I used to think we were classmates and didn't want to break face with you, but I didn't expect you to become even more aggressive. A good horse is ridden, a good person is bullied; this saying really holds true."

His words were not only directed at Song Wei but also at those in the class who had bullied him before.

Upon hearing his words, the faces of several people in the class changed again and again. What had happened to Qin Hao today? Why did it seem like he had become a different person?

Qin Hao glanced at the people around and then returned to his seat, "Get lost."

Yuan Zhengxiang's expression changed, dark as water. He wanted to erupt, but remembering Qin Hao's domineering attitude just now, he dared not speak and dejectedly returned to his seat.

Qin Hao sat down, put his backpack into the desk, and slowly took out one set of review materials after another.

Most of the people in the class were looking at him and then at Yuan Zhengxiang.

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Yuan Zhengxiang was famously rich and handsome at the school, not only tall and handsome but his family was also wealthy, and most importantly, he was a good student.

Countless girls at Changle Second Middle School had a crush on him, but he only had eyes for Du Wanrou.

Du Wanrou was the school belle of Changle Second Middle School, famous not only for her beauty but also as a top student.

The reason Qin Hao was unkind to him was because he suspected that Yuan Zhengxiang had orchestrated the incident yesterday.

Yuan Zhengxiang, with a gloomy expression, lowered his head. He couldn't believe that the timid Qin Hao dared to humiliate him in front of the whole class. At that moment, he wished he could kill Qin Hao.

Song Wei had also returned to his seat by then and hissed venomously, "Xiang, we really need to teach this kid a lesson today."

"After school today, I'll make him pay," Yuan Zhengxiang said, clenching his fists, his tone sinister.

The classroom was now dead silent; no one spoke loudly.

Qin Hao sat at his desk, looking at the review materials, while Du Wanrou occasionally stole glances at him.

After a while, Qin Hao turned to look at her and said helplessly, "Class leader, do I have a flower on my face?"

Du Wanrou's face flushed slightly, "It's just that you seem different from before."

Qin Hao said self-deprecatingly, "Was I too timid before?"

Du Wanrou did not answer, which was a tacit agreement. She indeed thought the old Qin Hao was somewhat timid, but today's Qin Hao impressed her.

Just then their class teacher walked into the classroom, and the bell for class also rang.

There was only one month left until the college entrance examination, so nearly every day was spent reviewing or taking mock exams.

Their class teacher, a middle-aged woman nearing her fifties, held a score sheet and said, "The results of the last mock exam are in, I will read out the scores."

"First place, Du Wanrou with 710 points."

The class was in uproar; 710 points was a remarkably high score, enough to get into top-tier institutions like Shangjinghua or Jing University.

Upon hearing her score, a small smile appeared on Du Wanrou's face, clearly very satisfied with her results.

"Second place, Chen Shuna with 660 points."

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Fifth place, Yuan Zhengxiang with 610 points.

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Fiftieth place, Qin Hao with 450 points.

With a total of sixty students in the class, Qin Hao ranked tenth from the bottom, truly living up to the title of underachiever.

Their class teacher announced the scores and then discussed some weaknesses with the top twenty students, advising them on which subjects needed improvement.

As for the students ranked lower, in their class teacher's view, there was little hope; even with improvement, it wouldn't be significant.

After finishing, the class teacher allowed them to study freely. Qin Hao bowed his head and looked at the review materials.

There was still a month left. For many, the outcomes might already be decided, but for him, there was still a chance—it wasn't too late.