Chapter 21: Passing Little Notes

That noon, in the school cafeteria.

Wang Kun picked up his meal, swept his gaze across the room, and headed straight for the seat next to Su Yunjin.

At that moment, just like in the original story, Su Yunjin had already formed the beginnings of a friendship with her classmate, Mo Yuhua. There was no denying it: girls did have an easier time getting close to each other.

As for Wang Kun, perhaps it was shyness, but the girl hadn’t spoken a word to him all morning, burying herself in her studies with every sign of diligence. Wang Kun didn’t press the matter; after all, they had plenty of time ahead. Besides, knowing the plot as he did, Wang Kun was aware that in the original story, Su Yunjin had only gotten into a local university.

Now that he had arrived, intent on disrupting the story, he not only meant to win her heart but also vowed to help her get into a better university.

That morning, Wang Kun took a closer look at the senior high school curriculum in this world. Although his own grades hadn’t been remarkable in his previous life, after being reborn into the Swallowed Star universe, he inherited over a decade of the original host’s memories. He discovered that the high school curriculum in the Swallowed Star world was much more complex than what he’d encountered before—or what this world had to offer.

So when he picked up these textbooks and leafed through them, he found the material completely within his grasp. In other words, with the knowledge from Swallowed Star’s high school, handling the curriculum here was effortless. Peking or Tsinghua—both top universities—were his for the choosing.

This time-travel would be a long stay: he remembered the original storyline stretched from 2007 to 2015—a full eight years. Having already obtained the Gene Primordial Energy Cultivation Method in the Swallowed Star world and become a martial artist, Wang Kun planned to spend time both stirring up romantic entanglements and continuing his cultivation.

He didn’t believe that, given several months or even years, he wouldn’t be able to sense the so-called cosmic energy. Yes, during his ten or so days in Swallowed Star, he’d tried to cultivate every day, but hadn’t managed to sense it yet. Now, with eight years ahead, he intended to make the most of it.

After all, whenever he entered these alternate worlds, time in Swallowed Star was relatively suspended. Several years here would have no impact there. As for lifespan, Wang Kun had no concerns. With increasing power, or just by reaching the planetary warrior level, a thousand-year lifespan would be his.

With his system’s cheat, traveling through more worlds and reaching the planetary level would be easy. There was even a chance his progress would outpace Luo Feng’s, no matter how hard Luo Feng trained.

Inside the cafeteria, as Wang Kun chatted idly with Su Yunjin over their meal, a commotion erupted among the students nearby.

“Cheng Zheng really got it bad this time—racing around school like that.”

“Yeah, now he’s ended up with multiple fractures.”

“The doctor said he won’t be out of the hospital for three to five months.”

“Great, now we won’t have any fun at school for a while.”

Hearing their chatter, Wang Kun sneered inwardly. “Even when he gets out, I’ll make sure he goes right back in.”

Since Wang Kun’s target was Su Yunjin, there was no way he’d let that pretentious Cheng Zheng appear before her. The hospital was exactly where he belonged. For Wang Kun, who now possessed eighteen thousand kilograms—eighteen tons—of psychokinetic power, creating an “accident” for anyone was child’s play. A typical car weighed only a ton or two; with eighteen tons of force, any car could be sent flying.

This time, he’d only used ten percent of his power, and Cheng Zheng was already laid up with broken bones. Next time, if he wanted to leave him disabled or paralyzed, it would be all too easy. Killing him outright would almost be a mercy. That arrogant face deserved worse.

That afternoon, Meng Xue—Cheng Zheng’s childhood friend—and his close buddy Zhou Ziyi returned to class. Seeing Wang Kun sitting in Cheng Zheng’s usual seat, Meng Xue was instantly incensed.

“Who told you to sit there? That’s Cheng Zheng’s seat! Move, now!”

Meng Xue glared at Wang Kun, lifting her chin like a proud, spoiled princess.

Wang Kun couldn’t help but laugh. “I’ll sit wherever I like. What’s it to you?”

The new seats added to the classroom were at the back; Su Yunjin, being a girl, was placed in the third-to-last row. That left an empty seat between her and Wang Kun—the one that had belonged to Cheng Zheng.

But now, with Cheng Zheng in the hospital, even if he stood here in person, Wang Kun would have ways to make him move. Hearing Wang Kun’s reply, Meng Xue was even angrier. Zhou Ziyi, Cheng Zheng’s loyal friend, couldn’t stand by any longer.

Zhou Ziyi was the school’s resident bully. Though his buddy was laid up in the hospital, that didn’t mean just anyone could take his seat.

“You looking for trouble, kid? Don’t say I didn’t warn you—get back to your own seat if you know what’s good for you,” Zhou Ziyi said, his tone full of menace.

“And if I don’t? What will you do?” Wang Kun smiled, unbothered by the threat.

“Fine, you’ve got guts. Wait till after school—you’ll get what’s coming to you!” Zhou Ziyi spat, then returned to his seat as the bell rang for class.

Though he’d always thrown his weight around, he didn’t dare make a scene during lessons. The proud princess Meng Xue shot Wang Kun a fierce glare before taking her own seat.

“Tch, a couple of brats,” Wang Kun thought in disgust.

Before his travels, Wang Kun had already spent several years in the real world. He’d even played the big spender in previous worlds. Now, with strength far surpassing any ordinary person, even without it, he wouldn’t take a high school bully like Zhou Ziyi seriously.

Class began a moment later.

Seated in front of Wang Kun, Su Yunjin quietly wrote a note and, with her hands behind her back, placed it on his desk.

A note! Wang Kun’s eyes lit up. He’d passed plenty of notes back in his school days, but never had a beauty like Su Yunjin sent him one. Trying to be casual, he brushed her pale, delicate hand as he picked up the note and read it.

“After the next class, go back to your own seat. Don’t cause trouble!”

With a slight smile, Wang Kun scribbled a reply underneath.

“Are you worried about me?”

After writing, he gently traced a circle on Su Yunjin’s back with his finger. At that touch, she instantly sat up straight, her face tinged with red, a little annoyed. But after a moment, she pretended not to care, placed her hands behind her back, and Wang Kun slipped the note into her hand.

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