As to why it was the most famous school in A City, the truth was that it was a veritable flood of talent—you could see and meet scions of high officials, spoiled rich kids, skilled hooligans, social riffraff, and top-tier students all in one place. That’s why people called it a 'third-rate school.'

At this moment, two youths stood outside the gates of No. 1 High. One was somewhat slight of build, the other rather plump, but both wore faint smiles on their faces.

“Brother Yi, shall we go in?” Fatty Lin murmured slightly.

“Mm!” Yang Yi looked at the school he never thought he’d have the chance to attend. His heart was a complex mix of emotions. Although he had learned a great deal from his grandfather, it hadn’t been through formal schooling; it was largely self-taught. Now, to stand officially at the threshold of a real school, how could he not be excited?

Just as the two were about to step inside, a sudden shout pierced the air: “Move aside, make way, quickly move aside!”

“Uh!” Yang Yi flinched, turning his head to look, only to see...

“Ah!” A sharp cry rang out.

“Thud—!” The sound of something hitting the ground.

“Mmm!” A soft moan, tinged with embarrassment and slight anger.

“Hmm? Soft… what is this? It feels quite nice. Let me grab it a couple more times—yes, very springy.” Yang Yi, eyes slightly closed, felt a soft texture beneath his hand. Involuntarily, he squeezed it, letting out an astonished sound.

But… he didn't know that this single exclamation of wonder would draw forth…

“Slap!” A resounding slap echoed; “Pervert… lecher!”

“Brother Yi!” Fatty Lin wasn’t sure whether to help him up or secretly marvel at his incredible luck with women.

It turned out that from the initial cry, the sweet tone confirmed it was a woman, and a beautiful one at that. A figure, elegantly adorned, had come hurtling toward Yang Yi on a bicycle, colliding squarely with him and causing them both to fall. This incident had resulted in him grabbing exactly what he shouldn't have—or, to put it more conventionally, the place a man ought not to grab.

Truthfully, Yang Yi had an opportunity to dodge. But hearing a woman's voice—and such a sweet one at that—he couldn't help but turn his head to see if the owner of that voice was beautiful. That’s why the collision happened, and why he ended up taking liberties.

“Hmph—you dead pervert, you stinking hooligan! Didn't I tell you to get out of the way? Are you deaf?” The beauty who had hit Yang Yi—no, judging by her demeanor, likely a little demoness—stood pointing right at Yang Yi’s nose, scolding him furiously.

She had every right to be angry. Her private area had been grasped by a complete stranger; anyone would be furious.

Yang Yi smirked wickedly, touching his stinging cheek. There wasn't a trace of anger in his eyes, only intense interest as he stared at the girl currently spitting venom at him. He subconsciously clenched his hand, as if lingering on that soft sensation.

“Hey… hey… did my scolding render you speechless?” The girl standing before Yang Yi frowned, calling out. She followed the line of sight of the scoundrel who was touching his own face but staring into space. Only then did she realize that the person had been staring intently at one of her specific areas. Shame and anger instantly surged through her: “Slap—Stinking hooligan!”

“Ugh!” It was only then that Yang Yi reacted. He had just received two slaps.

The furious girl snatched up her bicycle, shot Yang Yi one last glare, calling him a degenerate, and stomped into the school.

“Brother Yi, I truly admire you, damn it!” Fatty Lin rushed over, grinning widely.

“Damn it! What are you admiring? Are you admiring me for taking two slaps?” Although Yang Yi had been struck twice, he felt absolutely no pain, only amusement.

“Ah, no, no! Brother Yi, don't misunderstand me. I was just… I was just…” Fatty Lin seemed hesitant and stammered out his question.

“Just what? Stop dawdling around me!” Yang Yi snapped impatiently.

“Brother Yi, tell me honestly, how did that feel? Was it great? Was it big? Did it have bounce?” Fatty Lin looked at Yang Yi with nervous anticipation.

“Get lost, you shameless wretch, I’m not telling you.” Yang Yi recoiled slightly, rolling his eyes before adding, “Ahem, ahem, but I can tell you this: it was definitely a D-cup.”

“Holy cow! No wonder you had to grab a few more times…” Fatty Lin stopped abruptly, clapping a hand over his mouth, looking at Yang Yi with a sheepish grin.

Yang Yi shook his head, giving his friend a look of disdain. “Hurry up and get moving! Let’s go inside and handle our real business.”

“Ah… okay! Right away—!” Fatty Lin quickly dropped his hands and followed Yang Yi inside.

.......

In less than a moment, Yang Yi and Fatty Lin arrived at the supposed Principal’s Office. They knew that to enroll in this school, they needed the administration's approval, so they approached the office door with deference, gently knocking twice.

“Knock—knock!”

“Who is it? Come in,” a rather seasoned voice drifted from inside the office.

Opening the door, Yang Yi and Fatty Lin stepped in to see an elderly man with white hair seated behind a desk, seemingly perusing some documents. Seeing them enter, he looked up with a puzzled expression. “You two, do you have business?”

“Hello, are you the principal of this No. 1 High?” Yang Yi asked politely with a gentle smile. At this moment, he showed none of the composure of the Dragon Lord of the Black God Gang, nor the imperial bearing of a supreme rogue king; he seemed entirely his true self.

“Hmm? I am. What important matter brings you here?” The old man, the principal, frowned with suspicion.

“Oh, Old Principal, hello…”

“Old Principal?” Before Yang Yi could finish, the principal interrupted. “Am I that old?”

“Uh!” Yang Yi couldn't help but laugh internally. Was this old man peculiar? White hair and yet he claimed not to be old? What exactly constituted 'old' in his book? Was he senile?

The principal seemed to sense Yang Yi’s thoughts. He coughed a few times, shot Yang Yi a sidelong glance, and said, “Speak. What is the reason you’ve come to see me?”

“Uh, hehe, it’s like this, Principal. We both wish to study here, as transfer students!” Yang Yi stated with a sunny grin.

“Transfer students?” The principal seemed to dismiss the idea immediately. “Our school appears to be at full capacity. You’re only coming now; isn't that a bit late? I suggest you both return home.”

“This, Principal…” Yang Yi pulled out a letter given to him by his grandfather and handed it over. “You will know once you read it.”

“Hmm?” The old principal frowned deeply, taking the letter Yang Yi offered. He unfolded it and began to read; his expression went through noticeable shifts. He appeared angry, then furious, then suddenly laughed, then looked back at Yang Yi, his brow furrowing again. Though his face was briefly flushed with annoyance, a moment later, he seemed quite satisfied. He folded the letter neatly and offered Yang Yi a slight smile.

“Ding!” Yang Yi and Fatty Lin’s hearts skipped a beat. They realized their grandfather’s letter was truly incredible; it had elicited such a range of expressions from the principal. Holy cow, what a powerful letter.

【Hah! So many brothers have been supporting this little one, but what if the support wears things out? Hmm… hmm, you must take responsibility, and see it through to the end, hehe. Don't worry, the ladies will definitely be shared among you all, wahahaha! I urgently need collections, brothers, support this hard! Rise up! Men have always been like this; without rising up, how can you get women, right? Hehe.】