Stop pretending, I'm a security guard, a five-star general!

Qin Yu continued to ask:

"Waaah, Xiaoxue'er, could you please send me your self-criticism so I can take a look and use it as a reference?"

"Um... I'm afraid you didn't just refer to it, you just copied it directly →_→."

"Little Xue'er, please! I'm in a desperate situation! I'll treat you to a penis afterwards!"

Lin Qingxue thought for a moment and replied:

"Okay."

"By the way, are you free tonight? My dad would like to invite you to our house for dinner."

"I must be free!"

"Okay, I'll come find you after school tonight."

"ojbk."

Not long after the chat ended, Lin Qingxue sent her a photo of her self-criticism.

Qin Yu originally planned to start copying directly, but after copying just over a hundred words, his hand started to ache and he felt a bit tired.

At that moment, options appeared before Qin Yu's eyes.

Option 1: Just stand there and take the beating. Completion Reward: Defense +10

Option Two: Continue the grueling manual copying, and diligently complete the 10,000-word self-criticism. Reward: 10% increase in typing speed.

[Option 3: Avoid writing the self-criticism while also avoiding a beating from Teacher Li. Completion Reward: Role-playing Points +50]

Looking at the options before him, Qin Yu had an idea. His eyes darted around, and he shouted directly into the classroom:

"I'll give 500 yuan to anyone who can copy a 10,000-word self-criticism for me!"

Upon hearing this, everyone turned to look at him, their eyes lighting up.

You can earn 500 yuan by copying 10,000 words!

This deal is absolutely a steal!

As a result, immediately after he finished speaking, more than a dozen people gathered around the classroom and volunteered to help.

Qin Yu began to select them one by one.

He looked at the refined-looking boy standing at the front; this was Yuan Hua, their class's academic representative.

"Is your handwriting nice?"

Yuan Hua pushed up his glasses and said confidently:

"Don't worry, I started learning calligraphy at the age of eight, and it's been ten years now. I even won first prize in the city's district-wide calligraphy competition!"

"Oh." Qin Yu nodded. "Then you're eliminated."

Yuan Hua: "???"

"why?"

Yuan Hua was somewhat puzzled.

How could someone like me, a first-prize winner in the district-wide calligraphy competition, not even be worthy of his attention?

Seeing Yuan Hua's bewildered expression, Qin Yu silently picked up the hundred-word self-criticism he had copied.

Each character on it is crooked and twisted, like a ghost's scribbles. If you didn't know better, you might think it was some kind of talisman.

"Are you confident enough to write it like this?"

Yuan Hua stared at the dense, grotesque scribbles before him, fell silent, and then quietly left.

Qin Yu shook his head, then picked up the writing he had made and showed it to the dozen or so people behind him.

"Those who are confident they can imitate my handwriting, stay. As for the rest, just leave."

After seeing Qin Yu's calligraphy, the dozen or so people scattered like birds and beasts, leaving only a chubby little guy in the end.

Qin Yu glanced at him and was immediately taken aback.

"Ah Jie, I remember your handwriting was quite nice, wasn't it?"

Ah Jie chuckled and said, "It's okay, I can write with my left hand."

As he spoke, he picked up a ballpoint pen with his left hand and wrote his name on an A4 sheet of paper. The handwriting was crooked and twisted, but it did indeed have a three-tenths of the style of Qin Yu's handwriting.

Upon seeing this, Qin Yu's eyes lit up.

"It's you!"

Then, Qin Yu transferred 250 yuan as a deposit to him and told him to take an A4 sheet of paper and copy it.

Liu Damao, who was standing nearby, was stunned when he saw this scene.

Is this even possible?

Unfortunately, he was penniless and couldn't afford to pay someone else to copy the documents for him, so he had to do it himself.

The morning passed in the blink of an eye. Liu Damao finished copying the 10,000-word self-criticism by himself, and A-Jie also helped Qin Yu finish copying the 10,000-word self-criticism.

Looking at the dense, crooked, and distorted scribbles on the A4 paper, Qin Yu nodded in satisfaction.

Yes, that's the taste!

Qin Yu then transferred the remaining 250 yuan to A-Jie.

In the afternoon's practical combat class, Li Zhengjun began collecting everyone's written reflections and self-criticisms.

This time, without exception, they collected them all.

Li Zhengjun was greatly surprised.

He couldn't help but look at Qin Yu with a suspicious expression.

This kid doesn't seem like the type to honestly do his homework.

Immediately, he found the letter of self-criticism written by Qin Yu, wanting to see if the kid had copied it.

However, when he saw the words Qin Yu had written, he immediately gave up the idea.

Can this even be called a word?!

It looks like a three-year-old child's random scribbles.

Li Zhengjun glared at Qin Yu and said, "You brat, what the hell did you write?! I can't understand a single word of it."

Qin Yu smiled slightly and said:

"Teacher Li, it's good that you don't understand."

"After all, I write cursive script, which emphasizes loose form but coherent meaning. People say that my calligraphy has the three-part form and meaning of Wang Xizhi."

Everyone: "..."

It's hard to imagine what kind of upbringing could produce such a thick skin.

Although Li Zhengjun knew that Qin Yu was talking nonsense, he couldn't really find any real fault with him for the time being, so he could only give up.

Then, he looked at everyone in the special training class and said loudly:

"Classmates, today our special training class will welcome a new transfer student. Let's give them a warm welcome."

Everyone was stunned when they heard this.

New classmates?

where?

Li Zhengjun pointed to the plastic track on the playground in the distance, where a green figure could be vaguely seen.

Then, they saw the figure rushing towards them at a speed of over ten meters per second, creating a gust of wind.

Swish swish! ! !

pat!

In an instant, the green figure swiftly appeared before the group, stood at attention, grinned, revealing a row of neat white teeth, gave a thumbs-up, and loudly introduced:

"Hello everyone, my name is Li Xiaoke, a nine-star martial apprentice. I have awakened an A-level enhancement talent—Iron Bones. Please take care of me in the future!"

Everyone was taken aback by Li Xiaoke's unusual entrance, but they still applauded to show their welcome.

However, Qin Yu and Liu Damao exclaimed in surprise:

"Thick-browed kid!?"

Li Xiaoke was taken aback when he heard this, and when he looked in the direction of the voice, his eyes lit up instantly.

"Is it you!?"