"Hmph!" Yang Yi was momentarily stunned, but seeing the smile on Xu Ming's face, he knew his friend had overcome his mental hurdle. Yang Yi let out a slight smile and said, "Alright, I’ll tell you."

"Whoa, wait up, I need to sit down, wouldn't it be a grave injustice to collapse before I even hear it?" Ye Xiaohou joked, settling onto the bunk.

Yang Yi shot him an irritated look. "Damn it, you spaz, I haven't even said anything, and you're already exaggerating like this?"

"Just kidding, just kidding," Ye Xiaohou chuckled.

"Okay, listen up. Are you ready?" Yang Yi suddenly asked.

"Ready! I'm already gripping the bunk for dear life." Ye Xiaohou wondered why Yang Yi asked that. Could his family background really be that formidable? But he truly hadn't heard anything about the Yang family in Huaxia history.

"Really ready?" Yang Yi pressed again.

"Really ready," Ye Xiaohou replied with mock seriousness.

Yang Yi smiled without speaking. After a moment, he glanced at Xu Ming and Ye Xiaohou before finally saying with a faint smile, "Lin Fatty and I have been friends since we were little kids. We don't have any illustrious family background; we just came from a desolate, poor mountain village."

"That's it?" Ye Xiaohou asked, confused.

"That's it," Yang Yi answered.

Xu Ming interjected at this moment, "Seriously, that's all?"

"What the hell, are you two ever going to stop..."

Before Yang Yi could finish, there was a loud thump against the bunk and the slap of a hand bracing against the floor. Ye Xiaohou was literally knocking on the bed frame as if it were a wall, while Xu Ming was slapping the floor as if swatting a fly. Their movements and postures were utterly comical, but in less than two seconds, they both simultaneously threw a gesture at Yang Yi: "We despise you!"

"Geez!" Yang Yi stared at the two idiots, utterly speechless.

Lin Fatty, who had been suppressing a smile the entire time, finally broke his silence. "Alright, let me tell you."

"Haha, yeah, Second Brother, you’ve been friends with Boss since you were kids, you must know a lot. Hurry up and tell us!"

Lin Fatty glanced at Yang Yi, saw him nod, and then let his guard down completely. "I am Brother Yi's sworn warrior, and Brother Yi is my Dragon Lord, the Dragon Lord of the Black God Gang, and the future Young Master of the underworld!"

"Black God Gang?" Xu Ming and Ye Xiaohou’s eyes widened in utter disbelief. For them, those three words were the stuff of legend, a myth capable of creating miracles. They had heard tales of the Black God Gang from the older generation, never imagining such an organization actually existed in this world.

"Yeah? What about it? Look at your dumbstruck faces. I told you, even if I said it, you wouldn't be that surprised. Hmph, Fatty, let's go to sleep; we have a class tomorrow!" Yang Yi said, starting to climb back into his bunk.

But just then, Xu Ming and Ye Xiaohou moved in a flash, immediately grabbing Yang Yi. Their stunned expressions instantly turned to explosive excitement. They simultaneously exclaimed, "Oh my god, I'm finally seeing my idol! I'm finally seeing the legend! I'm finally... Holy crap, Boss, you are unbelievably awesome! Truly unprecedented, unmatched by anyone before or after!"

"Huh?" Yang Yi was completely taken aback by their sudden outburst and dramatic reactions.

"Hahaha!" Lin Fatty couldn't help but roar with unrestrained laughter at their antics.

"Damn it, Second Brother dares to laugh? Fourth Brother, get him!"

"Let him laugh! Tonight, he won't be sleeping! See how much you laugh then!"

With that, the two pounced on Lin Fatty's purely plump physique, delivering hard thumps and squeezes. A chorus of wails immediately arose, followed by robust, hearty laughter: "Hahahaha!"

"From this day forward, the four of us are brothers bound by life and death! What is a brother? If you die, I die; if you live, I live! Never separating!"

And so, these four became the closest of brothers, destined to become world-renowned figures later on—but that is a story for another time, which we shall not detail here.

Bright sunlight sparsely illuminated the morning, casting a shy mist over the dawn, lending it a touch of allure. The four who had played wildly and happily the night before now resembled 'the dead,' hiding beneath their covers, refusing to get up.

"Ughh," Yang Yi let out a deep yawn, inhaling the crisp morning air, and instantly felt much clearer.

But while he was awake, the others were not. Lin Fatty and the others could be seen rubbing their eyes and constantly yawning as they hurried toward the classroom.

Watching their retreating figures, Yang Yi offered a calm smile, but as the smile faded, his thoughts turned elsewhere.

"It looks like I need to have Long Yi investigate what happened last night. Hmph, I want to see how long you can hide in the darkness?" A flicker of coldness crossed Yang Yi's mind, a devilish smile briefly dancing across his lips before vanishing.

Yet, that fleeting expression was caught by Li Qian, who was heading toward the classroom. Her eyes widened slightly, a look of doubt crossing her face. Her finely arched brows twitched a couple of times as she thought, Who exactly is he? Why do I always feel like he is so mysterious?

Buddha said: Once a beauty takes an interest in something, that object of interest is guaranteed to be possessed by the beauty, and she will only sink deeper into it.

It was Friday, so for the opening weeks of the senior year, the class schedule wasn't too heavy. Furthermore, the inter-grade student gala was fast approaching. At this moment, the usually noisy classroom fell exceptionally quiet as a female teacher walked in.

This teacher was new; she was the newly confirmed homeroom teacher for Yang Yi’s class. Her figure was absolutely top-tier, but her appearance was somewhat less than perfect—she had buck teeth and wore glasses. To repeat that classic adage: beautiful women rarely have great figures, and women with great figures often don't have stunning looks. Only true, ultimate beauties can be considered aesthetically pleasing for the times, not causing civic offense.

"Good morning, everyone!" the female teacher cleared her throat and said.

"Morning, Teacher!" a scattering of voices replied from the group of ruffians, as they were likely anticipating something long-awaited today.

"Yes, good. Before we start class, there is one thing the teacher needs to announce: the opening of the new-cycle student gala, a major event that all three thousand-plus teachers and students will attend." The female teacher spoke calmly, not forgetting to push her glasses up her nose as she did so.

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