A Post-Apocalyptic Journey to Another World

With a screech of brakes, we arrived at the station.

Life in Pingyuan City moves at a fast pace, even the bus drivers have developed a tendency towards motorcycle gangs. Zhang Xi hurriedly got off the bus; if he was too slow, he might have to wait for the next stop.

Walk forward 100 meters from the platform and you'll reach the main gate of No. 1 Middle School.

The main gate of No. 1 Middle School is solemn and simple. On the pillars on both sides of the gate are vertical couplets written by the first principal: "No matter how poor we are, we must not be poor in education; no matter how rich we are, we must not spoil our children!" The school motto, "Diligent Study and Progress," is written on the lintel.

An ordinary gate, an ordinary school motto, but the vehicles parked at the school gate every morning prove that this school is different.

Looking around, half of the parking spaces outside the gate are occupied by public buses, and the other half by world-famous cars.

The security guards directing traffic at the school gate were clearly used to such large-scale operations, and they remained composed and respectful as they directed vehicles to stop.

Several other students from ordinary families at No. 1 Middle School got off the bus with Zhang Xi, but unfortunately, he didn't recognize any of them.

Just as she reached the school gate, a voice that was both familiar and unfamiliar came from behind her: "Hey, Xi'er! Wait for us." Zhang Xi turned around.

Sigh! It's been a full ten years since I last heard my classmates' voices.

The one who caught up was a tall, sturdy little fat boy with a round face, small eyes, a small nose, but an unusually large mouth, which made him look a bit comical.

The chubby boy's name is Wang Ruilong. He is a second-generation rich kid whose family is considered well-off even in the school. His parents are very shrewd and have many connections. He sits at the next table to Zhang Xi.

At No. 1 Middle School, everyone sits at a single desk, so sitting next to someone at the next desk is equivalent to sitting next to them.

Two girls followed behind the chubby boy. Their eyes sparkled brightly as they smiled sweetly at Zhang Xi: "Good morning, Xi'er."

At No. 1 High School, two types of students are most popular with girls: top students and basketball prodigies. On the contrary, rich kids are the least popular with girls.

Zhang Xi was an academic high-achiever, and she was a late bloomer. She was fair-skinned, slender, and had delicate features that made her look like a girl, which made her even more attractive to girls.

Looking at the two female classmates, Zhang Xi thought with an air of maturity: Fourteen or fifteen years old, innocent and kind, a golden age! He completely forgot that he was only fourteen years old himself.

The four of them walked into the school together. The school was very large, and although it was a middle school, it had facilities that many universities did not have.

For example, there's its own indoor swimming pool, student club facilities, and so on. I don't know what the considerations were when it was built, but the teaching building is located deep inside the school, far from the main gate.

After walking for a few minutes, the group turned a corner and entered a corridor in front of the teaching building covered with ivy, an ornamental plant. Next to the corridor was the student club building.

Three boys carrying boxing gloves walked out of the clubhouse.

The boy in the middle was particularly tall, a head taller than the two people next to him. He had a buzz cut and a fierce look in his eyes. His face, which should have been quite handsome, was marred by his chin.

His chin was too wide, making his face trapezoidal, and seeing his face immediately reminded one of certain calculation formulas in a math textbook. Wearing a bodysuit that was deliberately too small accentuated his muscles, but the clothes were so tight that they lacked any aesthetic appeal and instead made him look awkward and disgusting.

The boy with the big chin is Li Chengyu, the number one player in the school boxing club. Two months ago, he won the championship by defeating all his opponents in the city's junior high school boxing friendly competition.

Two of the contestants, fearing injury, withdrew from the competition. Li Chengyu saw Zhang Xi and his group of four, and with a mocking smile on his face, walked over and blocked their path.

"Hey, what a coincidence! Isn't this our virtuous and brave Zhang Xi, the outstanding student who always stands up for justice?"

Zhang Xi looked up and froze: the memories of his two lives overlapped. He remembered being stopped by several boys from the boxing club at this very moment ten years ago. That time, Zhang Xi lowered his head and backed away, taking a detour into the teaching building.

As memories overlapped and the arrival of the apocalypse was confirmed step by step, Zhang Xi felt as if he was walking towards the abyss once again, and his body trembled slightly involuntarily.

Although Li Chengyu was only fifteen years old, he was already over 1.8 meters tall and exceptionally strong. Zhang Xi, who was only a little over 1.6 meters tall and thin, looked like a child standing next to an adult when he stood in front of him.

Yesterday, Zhang Xi witnessed them beating and extorting money from a classmate and called the teacher to stop them. As a result, they were punished and their parents were called in.

It's true what they say, fate has brought them together, and today he's decided to teach this little green bean sprout a lesson.

Li Chengyu saw Zhang Xi first react with astonishment, then lower her head and remain silent, and finally tremble with fear. He then looked at the girl behind her with a smug expression.

Hehe, I just want this coward to embarrass himself in front of the girls.

Zhang Xi's mind was filled with the terrifying experiences of the past ten years of the apocalypse. A surge of violent anger welled up inside him. He suddenly raised his head, his eyes narrowing as he stared into Li Chengyu's eyes: "Get out of my way!"

Just as Li Chengyu was feeling smug, he suddenly met Zhang Xi's gaze and was so frightened that he took a step back. What kind of gaze was that? It was like that of a vicious wolf that was about to devour its prey.

However, he quickly calmed down, feeling extremely ashamed and angry. Damn it, get out of my way! No one in the school has ever dared to talk to me like that. Today, I'll risk being placed on probation to make sure this kid spends a few days in the hospital!

Li Chengyu quickly took a half step back, planted his feet firmly on the ground, lowered his shoulders and arched his back, and with a twist of his waist, threw a hook punch at Zhang Xi's left cheek.

Wang Ruilong rushed forward to help, but the girl behind him hadn't reacted yet.

Then they heard a scream: "Ah!"

When Li Chengyu made a move to back away, Zhang Xi judged from his steps that the kid was about to throw a punch.

Li Chengyu possesses exceptional boxing talent, or rather, fighting talent. His stamina and speed far surpass those of a weak scholar like Zhang Xi, and his striking speed is incredibly fast. Usually, by the time his opponent sees him throw a punch, it's already too late.

But Zhang Xi sneered. Over the past ten years, he had fought with people and monsters at least a thousand times, and most of them were life-or-death battles.

Zhang Xi first took half a step back with his left foot, turned his body to face the other person, and reached out with his right hand to grab the other person's fist.

If you slow down the process, you'll find that Zhang Xi's attack speed is much slower than his opponent's; he's essentially placing his hand in the opponent's attack path in advance, waiting for it.

Li Chengyu immediately felt as if his wrist was being clamped by steel clamps, and a piercing pain made him scream in pain.

And the pain was getting worse; he even had the illusion that his hand was about to be ripped off. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. Li Chengyu gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and used all his strength to pull back, trying to break free.

Zhang Xi then took another step forward. The people next to him only saw the boy's right shoulder touch Li Chengyu's chest, and the tall boxer was sent flying backward a long way. After landing, he rolled twice in a sorry state before stopping, clutching his wrist, grimacing, and unable to stand up.

The whole thing happened in the blink of an eye. Wang Ruilong had just rushed up to Zhang Xi when the two girls barely managed to cover their mouths with their hands. Their eyes were filled with disbelief.

After hitting Li Chengyu, Zhang Xi calmed down and walked straight through the group towards the teaching building without saying much. The two lackeys didn't dare to stop him and quickly stepped aside to make way.

Wang Ruilong immediately followed: "Xi'er! You're a hidden talent! So handsome!"

The two girls behind him were also starry-eyed, wanting to get closer but also a little scared, feeling incredibly conflicted. Zhang Xi, of course, didn't notice the conflicted feelings of the teenage girls behind him. He smiled at Wang Ruilong and then focused his attention on his right arm.

His entire arm was muscled, especially his right forearm, which was red and slightly swollen upon closer inspection. You could say his injury was more serious than Li Chengyu's. However, his mental fortitude was far beyond what a fourteen-year-old should possess, which is why he didn't show his pain.

Teenagers, restless and curious, started spreading gossip as soon as the chubby boy and two girls entered the classroom. Within five minutes, the whole class knew about Zhang Xi's glorious deeds. Some students cheered, some were surprised, and some simply didn't believe it; the discussion was lively.