He quietly made his way to his class, positioning himself behind the class president before turning back to the disheveled child. The disheveled child quickly glanced at the refined boy and motioned towards the classroom window. Clearly, this was the second step in their plan: once someone stirred up trouble, the others would quickly leave through the window, evading the Teachers' line of sight.

As for why they did this, on one hand, it was because they were on the Third Floor. No Teacher would believe that a child could become a Martial Student and jump straight down from the Third Floor. On the other hand, it was a common tactic of feinting to the east while striking in the west. After all, the Teachers usually focused on the door; what place could be more lax and offer more freedom than the back window? Thus, as long as they could leave through the back window and quickly reach the location specified by the disheveled child, their probability of escaping would, of course, be one hundred percent—an almost sure thing.

But the problem was, those boys would never have imagined that the disheveled child would dare to target the class president. One should know, the class president was also from a wealthy family, and his father even worked for the State Government, with numerous people trying to curry favor. Even the refined boy found it hard to believe. Even if he had connections, he wouldn't dare to act this way. After all, that kid's family background was indeed not to be trifled with. As for him? Like his dad always said, you could play around, but if you took it seriously, you would lose.

Nevertheless, when he finally came to his senses, he immediately met the disheveled child's gaze, gave a firm nod, and shot him a thumbs-up. And in his heart, a thought instantly flashed through: Awesome! This kid… I must become friends with him!

After all, the class president had powerful backing and had learned how to bully and dominate from a young age. Only someone truly blind to the consequences would dare to act like this. However, this kid did it, and he did so without any psychological pressure, not caring at all about potential retaliation. That proved it: this kid was a real talent. He was just like the type his dad often talked about—those who were often naive and easily used by others as blunt instruments.

Subsequently, knowing the opportunity was not to be missed and would not come again, the refined boy immediately said to everyone, "Get ready! We're leaving!"

From this moment on, the overture to a group of middle school students' grand escape began to play out in this seemingly unremarkable classroom. Then, following the disheveled child's loud and hysterical shout, without any warning, all that could be heard were: CRASH! CRASH! CRASH! One collision after another, sounds of tugging, and yelling filled the air.

Straight away, the classroom was thrown into chaos. After just a few breaths, Teachers were drawn by the commotion and immediately intervened. And in this fleeting moment, the few children quickly came to their senses. Under the refined boy's lead, there was a series of light thuds as they jumped straight out from a Third Floor window, easily grabbing onto the eaves of the building. Immediately after that, they moved like agile Monkeys, capable of climbing roofs and vaulting over walls, reaching the ground quickly.

「Victory was in sight!」

Inside the classroom, some people had noticed their actions. However, in the eyes of the many students who had clearly witnessed what the boys did, there was only endless envy, not a trace of jealousy or any other negative emotion.

"They all became Martial Students... I wonder how many small mud pellets one needs to eat to be like them..."

"So agile! Mom didn't lie to me; small mud pellets are really useful..."

"Hmph, what's there to be so proud about? When my dad gets paid, he'll buy me another big gray ball, and I'll definitely be able to climb roofs and vault over walls too..."

Among them, some wished to become Martial Artists. Others firmly believed that with the help of small mud pellets, they too could become one of them. If their aptitude was a bit lacking, so be it. So, they never thought of stopping them or reporting them. Even when they saw that a few of their escaping classmates were almost exposed, despite no prior arrangement, they instinctively chose to cover for them in unison—an unprecedented tacit understanding.

Of course, there were also some less astute kids who thought this action violated discipline or was very dangerous. So, they tried to distance themselves from the chaotic crowd, attempting to squeeze through to the Teachers to snitch. But unexpectedly, when the more responsive and clever children saw this, they immediately made their choice and started an even bigger commotion! The chaos caused by one person wasn't enough; otherwise, their future comrades risked exposure. Therefore, they decided to let the entire classroom erupt into chaos! After all, when weighing school discipline against a powerful Martial Artist, anyone could figure out which was more important, even with their eyes closed.

At this time, another wave of chaotic yelling erupted. The scene grew even messier. Not only was the disheveled child causing trouble, but even the other kids around him began to scuffle. This gave the Teachers a real headache! Even though many more Teachers were drawn by the noise, they were at a loss as to how to handle the situation. After all, they weren't Martial Artists, just ordinary people! Even if children would never be a match for adults individually, there was strength in numbers. Therefore, even though the Teachers were anxious and tried to regain some control over the situation, what could they do? They could only watch helplessly as the already chaotic classroom descended further into mayhem.

Then, as more and more Teachers gathered due to the commotion, a gap was inadvertently torn in the school's otherwise tight security, revealing the surging undercurrents nobody knew about. Moreover, the masterminds behind all this were just a group of young kids. So, naturally, the disheveled child fulfilled the refined boy's request. He not only accomplished it but did so exceptionally well, completing the task perfectly.

By the time everyone realized something was amiss and had quickly evacuated the students one by one, taking a headcount, they immediately discovered the discrepancy and identified the instigator. However, when the disheveled child who had started the whole mess was incessantly questioned by a stern, dark-faced Teacher, the disheveled child's face couldn't help but light up with excitement and joy, even as the Teacher's expression grew increasingly grim.

But there was no alternative. Such were the rules of the Federation. The law was clear: the rights of children were always paramount. They might choose to stay home and self-study using the Federation's education system. But once they entered any local school—be it elementary, middle, or high school—as long as the child was a minor, no one had the right to expel them without the Federation's approval. So, even though the disheveled child knew he would be scolded by the Teacher and perhaps disappoint his father a little, he really couldn't help it!

He was on the verge of becoming a Martial Student! Once he became one, no matter how disappointed his father might have been initially, he would surely be as elated as the disheveled child was at this very moment. Because this was the reward he had earned through great strength and hard work, and it wasn't at the expense of anyone else's blood and sweat.

However, how could the disheveled child know? He hadn't just avoided being indebted; the actual result was countless times better than anticipated. Because, by the time the refined boy and all his companions had made it downstairs, in the blink of an eye, they heard various hushed shouts from behind them.

"Boss, wait for me..."

"Boss, Boss, where are you going? Can we come too?"

As a result, when the refined boy heard this, he whipped his head around and was nearly startled out of his wits. It turned out that nearly a few dozen boys from the junior high section, all of whom had already become Martial Students and embarked on their Martial Arts Path, had surprisingly used the commotion he caused—and the resulting lapse in attention as most Teachers were drawn to his classroom—to slip out and rush after him, just as he had done.

One could easily imagine how, most of the time, children left unattended would act as if they were about to take flight, completely unleashing their true selves. No wonder the refined boy wore such an expression; he was already tasting the tribulations of adulthood. The problem was, the refined boy had no idea just how big a mess the disheveled child had actually created.

So, he immediately squatted down furtively by the wall. Then, in a hushed voice, he questioned the boys who had caught up to them, "Why did you all come out? Where are the Teachers? Why aren't they stopping you?"

The group of older boys looked innocently at the refined boy. "We don't know," one said. "Anyway, we couldn't see any Teachers walking around outside, except for the duty Teacher who's still asleep at the podium..."

"So you just came down like that?" The refined boy's eyes widened. Stunned by the incredible effectiveness of the disheveled child's diversion, he muttered to himself, The school won't find trouble with me later, will they?

However, it was clear he was overthinking one aspect. Getting into trouble with the school was a future concern; the immediate trouble reflected on his face was the real, pressing problem. So, he immediately asked, "So you all thought I was sneaking out to play, huh?"

The other kids chimed in, "No way! You're our Boss! Of course, whatever you're doing, we're here to help!"

(Helping out with 'playing' was still 'helping,' after all!)

"Yeah, Boss, we were actually worried about you! Besides," one added with a sly grin, "did you find something fun? Is that why you were trying to sneak out alone?"

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