: Let the Red Giant Shock This World!

[System notification: Five individuals with physical fitness ratings ranging from C+ to B- have been detected as having aggressive intent. It is recommended to activate basic defenses.]

Yu Fuli chuckled lightly, "No need."

In a flash, he moved.

Instead of retreating, he took half a step forward, precisely cutting into the inside of the fist that arrived first.

His left hand emerged like a nimble snake, seemingly lightly resting on the other person's wrist.

One pinch.

One twist.

"Snap!"

The sickening sound of bones dislocating and screams rang out at the same time!

The boy staggered backward, clutching his twisted wrist, his face filled with horror.

The second and third men's fists were already at his face and ribs.

Yu Fuli bent her waist slightly backward with incredible flexibility, narrowly dodging the blow aimed at her nose. At the same time, she bent her right elbow and slammed to the side and back with lightning speed!

"Ugh!" A muffled thud came from the attacker's ribs, and the excruciating pain made him curl up like a shrimp instantly.

Seeing this, the remaining two men's eyes gleamed even more fiercely. One of them kicked the lower body hard, while the other opened his arms and tried to hug and lock the other in place.

Yu Fuli's eyes turned cold.

He no longer held back. He touched the ground with his toes and spun around like a top, not only avoiding the vicious sweeping leg, but also using the momentum of the spin to deliver a sharp chop to the side of the man's neck!

The man didn't even utter a sound before collapsing to the ground.

The last person's flying kick was still in mid-air when Yu Fuli grabbed his ankle with one hand, pushed him forward, and pressed him down.

"thump!"

A beautiful over-the-shoulder throw! The boy slammed heavily onto the scattered cherry blossom petals, dust and petals flying everywhere, and he was in so much pain that he couldn't get up for a moment.

From the initial attack to everyone falling to the ground, it only took a dozen seconds.

Yu Fuli patted non-existent dust off his hands; his suit jacket barely had any wrinkles.

He looked up at the girl in the lead, who was completely stunned and pale-faced.

Yu Fuli stopped a step away from the girl and leaned down slightly: "I don't lay a hand on girls, but gathering others to surround and assault them is undeniable school bullying. Such behavior must be punished."

The girl was intimidated by his sudden approach and the chill in his words. She subconsciously swallowed and her pupils contracted slightly.

However, just when Yu Fuli thought he would see fear or anger.

In those beautiful eyes, fear receded as quickly as the tide, and then suddenly burst forth with an astonishingly bright light, almost fanatical!

"Wh...what price?" Her voice trembled with excitement, and a blush of excitement even appeared on her face. Instead of fading, she took a half step forward. "Teacher, you were...so amazing! So cool! I'm switching my crush! From today onwards, I'm the president of your fan club!"

Yu Fuli: "..."

The reprimands and punishments he had prepared stuck in his throat.

Looking into those eyes filled with admiration and the joy of discovering a new world, for the first time in my life, I felt a profound sense of bewilderment stemming from a cognitive level.

Is there something wrong with this development?

Yu Fuli took a half step back expressionlessly, trying to create some distance: "Thank you, but I don't need it."

"No! You need it!" The girl's eyes practically sparkled with excitement. Completely absorbed in her new project, she didn't care about the other person's refusal. "I'm going to build the most powerful fan club in all of Saint Laurent for you! I'm going to let everyone see the teacher's beauty and talent!"

She became more and more excited as she spoke, even gesturing: "The support colors will be silver-gray and dark blue! Oh, right, teacher, what style of support banner do you like? Classic or cyberpunk? I know some top designers..."

Yu Fuli looked at the girl in front of him, who was in a frenzy and talking to herself, and her forehead twitched slightly.

But suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind like lightning.

"...Wait a minute," he interrupted, "You mean, forming a fan club? Will a lot of people really join?"

"Of course!" the girl patted her chest confidently, as if she could already see the streets packed with fans. "With your looks, teacher, with just a little management, your fanbase will absolutely explode! Good looks are justice, and talent is the ultimate weapon! Our fan club will definitely become the number one force in the academy!"

The most powerful force... a group... an organization...

A glint flashed in Yu Fuli's eyes behind his glasses. The corruption of this world had seeped into its very bones, and perhaps it needed a new, organized force to shake it off.

If this seemingly energetic and capable girl could actually build a team...

A plan quickly took shape in his mind.

"Okay." He suddenly changed his mind, his voice even taking on a hint of seriousness. "You can try to build it. But—"

He held up one finger and, in the girl's suddenly brightened gaze, clearly stated:

"To join my fan club, you must pass the review. The first, and only, core admission criterion is that every applicant must be thoroughly familiar with and understand the Communist Manifesto, and pass a preliminary assessment on Marxism and Leninism."

The girl's excited expression froze instantly. She blinked, a huge question mark seemingly appearing above her head: "Marxism? Leninism? What's that? A new pop culture term? Or some kind of sophisticated cheering technique?"

She tilted her head in confusion, trying to search her limited knowledge, but clearly knew nothing about it.

Looking at the other person's completely bewildered face, Yu Fuli felt his grand ideal of changing the world collide with the extremely realistic and absurd scene before him.

He adjusted his glasses, suppressing that tiny bit of unrealistic expectation, and with an almost martyr-like calm, began his first communist enlightenment on the cherry blossom avenue of this otherworldly aristocratic academy:

"No, that's not some kind of cheering technique. It's another answer about how this world should work."

The girl blinked blankly, trying to process the unfamiliar vocabulary, and finally shook her head in resignation: "Although I didn't understand it at all, it seemed very impressive and profound!"

The confusion on her face was quickly replaced by an expression of admiration that seemed to come from awe.

Yu Fuli looked into her eyes, which showed that she was deeply shocked despite not understanding, and sighed inwardly, but did not explain further.

"Let's exchange contact information first," he said, taking out his phone. "I'll organize the relevant basic information and send it to you later."

"Okay!" The girl immediately took action, pulling out her rhinestone-encrusted phone with movements as fast as if she were well-trained.

Scan the code, add, all in one go.

Yu Fuli's social media profile picture caught her eye.

It was a pure white fox, lazily lying on a rock, squinting its eyes, facing the sunlight filtering through the forest, its tail comfortably curled at its side.

"The teacher's profile picture!" the girl exclaimed softly, then automatically applied her fan filter, "So unique! Elegant and mysterious, with a touch of... well, a wise loneliness! It perfectly matches the teacher's temperament!"

Yu Fuli glanced at her profile picture, said nothing, and simply accepted the friend request.

"Alright," he put away his phone, "I'll send you the information later. Now, I suggest you take these friends with you," he glanced at the boys on the ground who had just recovered and were helping each other to their feet, "to the infirmary. While you're at it, think carefully about the basic theories of your new business."

After saying that, he didn't linger and turned to continue walking along the cherry blossom avenue.

A gentle breeze blew by, ruffling the stray hairs on his forehead and scattering the excited yet confused whispers of the girl behind him.

He tapped on his phone and looked at the newly added contact—the ID was the sparkling "Guardian of the White Night - President (Temporary)," and the profile picture was the silhouette of that silver-haired mask.

It appears to have been taken secretly; the image is a bit blurry.

Yu Fuli's fingertip paused on the screen for a moment, then she opened the data transfer interface.

"The first lesson," he muttered to himself, beginning to retrieve the most basic documents from the system's database, "let's start with the Manifesto."