King of Kung Fu in School

"Mr. Cook, stop crying. Alright, alright, it's my fault. Why don't you start over again? I promise to stand still this time. Whatever you do or hit me."

Davis Cook's heart was filled with grievances. He did not blame Kevin for being merciless but hated himself for being incompetent. Kevin could even defeat Davis using 1% of strength.

Kevin suddenly shouted, "Ouch." Then he fell to the ground and covered his chest. Kevin said painfully, "Oh, it hurts. Mr. Cook, quickly, quickly put away your Death touch. Your Death touch hurts invisibly. Even if you are a hundred miles away, people will still be injured by your Death touch. At worst, people will die, but at least people will be crippled. Mr. Cook, quickly put away your Death touch..."

The class was completely silent as they stared blankly at Kevin lying on the ground pretending to be in pain. There was an exaggerated expression on Kevin's face. This fellow's acting skills could be awarded. However, if everyone really believed him, then they are fools.

Mr. Cook cried, "Kevin, can you stop mocking me?"

Kevin helplessly climbed up from the ground and patted Davis Cook on the shoulder. "Mr. Cook don't be sad. It's not that your martial arts skills are too low, but my martial arts skills are too high. In the future, guard against arrogance and rashness and concentrate on comprehending the essence of martial arts, okay?"

"Yes." Davis Cook nodded, as if he was a junior.

Kevin smiled and said, "Stop crying. Let's go back to class. Everyone is in a hurry. Didn't you just say we should focus on our class?"

Davis Cook got up from the ground and raised his head, causing the entire class to stare blankly at them.

Kevin said, "Stop looking. Everyone sits down. Mr. Cook is going to start."

Davis Cook walked to the podium and picked up the book. He ignored everyone's gaze and said, "The basic expression of the quadratic function is y=ax2 + bx + c (a ≠ 0). The highest order of the quadratic function must be quadratic. The image of the quadratic function is a parabola whose axis of symmetry is parallel to or coincides with the y axis..."

The class was in a strange atmosphere, but it was unknown how many people listened, because the students had not yet recovered from their shock.

Half an hour later, class was over.

Davis Cook said that class was over, and then he politely nodded to Kevin before walking out of the classroom, as if it was very rude not to nod to Kevin before leaving.

As soon as the headmaster left, Alan hurriedly said, "Kevin, your martial arts skills are too high. OMG, the headmaster is no match for you."

All the students in the class gathered around.

"Kevin, your martial arts can definitely be ranked in the top twelfth or even eleventh place in The St. Paul's School."

"Wow, our class actually has a top twelve martial arts ranker. It's such an honor."

Kevin smiled and said, "You are overpraising me. Actually, my martial arts are not strong at all. My martial arts are too weak."

At this time, Luthor snorted, "Kevin. will you die if you don't show off?"

Kevin was stunned, "Show off? I'm not showing off right now."

"Hmph, are you showing off? Ask everyone. I despise people who show off when they have some little strength."

Kevin looked at his classmates and said, "Am I showing off?"

All the students chuckled. Damn it, Kevin showed off so obviously. He even said that he didn't show off at all. His martial arts skill were so high. This was a little too much for everyone to endure showing off to be.

However, Kevin really didn't show off. Now that his body was so weak, Kevin only had this bit of martial arts. Compared to his world, he was now at the level of a jack—off—all—trades. Kevin wasn't wrong. He really felt that his current martial arts were very weak.

"I think my martial arts are really weak. I really can't stand you guys if you insist that I was showing off. Alright, let's go."

The students dispersed one after another. Those boys who were jealous of Kevin all despised Kevin for being too pretentious.

At this time, a teacher came in from outside. The teacher shouted, "Who is called Kevin?"

"Me." Kevin stood up. freℯ𝓌e𝚋𝐧𝘰vℯl.𝐜𝚘𝗺

The teacher said, "Kevin, I am Arthur Longman, the head teacher of Class 32, Senior 3. Now pack your things and follow me to Class 32." ｆ𝘳e𝒆w𝗲𝐛𝘯𝐨νe𝚕.cｏ𝓶

"Why Class 32?" Kevin asked.

The teacher snorted, "I don't know. Charles Green had asked me to do this."

After saying that, the teacher turned around and left, as if he did not welcome Kevin.

Kevin immediately understood. Charles Green greeted the school and arranged for Kevin to go to Lily's class to protect Lily. Kevin was still puzzled just now. Why hadn't he arranged to go to Lily's class?

Kevin packed his school bag and was about to leave when Alan pulled Kevin away and said reluctantly, "Are you leaving me so soon?"

All the students in the class said, "Kevin, why do you go to Class 32?"

"Don't tell me you abandoned Class 5. Senior 3 in order to pick up Lily?"

"Our class just had an entire school level expert. Are you leaving?"

Kevin smiled and said, "Sorry, everyone. If you miss me in the future, you can go to Class 32 to have fun with me. Alright, I'll go first."

Everyone despised him one after another. In order to pick up girls, he moved to another class. Everyone had just admired him for a while, but he didn't have any sense of honor in the class.

Kevin picked up the book and prepared to leave. He had just arrived at the podium.

"Kevin." Alan shouted. Kevin was the only one in the class who was willing to talk to him. After Kevin left, no one in the class would speak to him.

Kevin turned around and looked at Alan. Alan's eyes were red.

Kevin asked, "Alan, are you willing to come with me to Class 32?"

Alan smiled and said, "Of course I am willing, but you can't make it."

"Then who has the final say?" Kevin asked.

"My grades are so bad, how can Class 32 accept me? I can't change classes, unless the teaching director approves."

At this moment, the teaching director walked over from outside. The teaching director was a little nervous. He thought, "I finally found a reason. Kevin is going to change classes. I'm going to help him move things. I don't know if this reason is reasonable or not. However, I can't consider so much."

The lecture director came to Class 5, Grade 3, and saw that Kevin hadn't moved over yet. He was delighted that he hadn't arrived too late.

Kevin recognized the teaching director immediately. Wasn't it the teacher in Davis Cook's office this morning? That's who wanted Kevin to accept him as disciple. He was rejected by Kevin. Could it be that he hasn't given up yet? Kevin asked, "It's you again. What are you doing here?"

The teaching director pushed down his glasses and chuckled, "Kevin, I heard that you are moving to Class 32, Grade 3. After I heard the news, I specially rushed over to help you move your things."

Kevin thought, "Why is this teacher so shameless? I said that I won't accept any disciple, but he's still shameless."

At this moment, all the students in the class were shocked. The teaching director personally rushed over to help Kevin move things, wasn't he mistaken?