Please call me Lei Feng.

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"Then keep an eye out for me."

"What, are you after a sponsored training spot?"

"Just tell me if it's possible or not."

"Of course, how could I say no to my dear cousin!"

"Good, just give me a definite answer as soon as you can, and send it to my phone," said Cao Wei, hanging up.

Back at the dining table, before Qin Xuwu could ask, Cao Wei spoke up, "Brother Jixue, I've asked about the sponsored training. There'll definitely be good news tomorrow, so just relax!"

"Thank you, thank you, sister-in-law!" Yang Jixue expressed his gratitude repeatedly, feeling a little relieved, but then thoughts of Yang Tang arose again, and he couldn't help but sigh.

Noticing Yang Jixue's mood, Qin Xuwu tried to comfort him, "Brother Jixue, every child has their own fate. My eldest also enlisted right after graduating high school. If nothing else works, just let Xiao Hong join the army. With me looking out for him, it shouldn't be a problem."

Hearing this, Yang Jixue's eyes lit up, grasping at straws. "Would Xiao Hong be eligible? But his household registration isn't here in Yu Capital. If he joins the army..."

"We can always pull some strings," Qin Xuwu said confidently. "If Cousin Xiaocao's news isn't good, I'll find a way."

"Alright, thank you in advance, Xuwu."

The next day was Sunday.

At the sound of the alarm, Yang Tang yawned and got out of bed early. He was yawning because he was still sleepy, but the reason he was up at this hour was a habit from his previous life as "Uncle" Yang Tang. Since his rebirth, except for the days recovering from burns, he had been rising early every day.

Bleary-eyed, he stood in front of the bathroom mirror and looked at his reflection.

Yes, there was a hint of mature confidence in his eyes, a slightly pointed, square-jawed face, a high, straight nose, and lips of just the right thickness and width—he had the makings of a handsome man, though his skin was a bit pale, mostly because he hadn't seen much sun during the stressful third year of high school.

After washing and having breakfast, Yang Tang spent half the morning studying English at home. After lunch, he continued until five in the afternoon, only realizing his scalp had gone numb when he needed the bathroom—he'd been sitting too long and needed a mental break.

So, after relieving himself, Yang Tang changed into sportswear and strolled out of the family compound. It was still the Spring Festival, and even the sports fields of Mist City University were deserted.

Yang Tang wasn't really planning to exercise; he just wanted to jog a bit, wander around, breathe in the cold air, and clear his mind.

In early spring, the vast, garden-like campus was eerily quiet. As he strolled, Yang Tang barely saw a soul within several hundred meters. If not for the occasional car passing on the distant road, he might have thought he'd wandered into a no-man's land.

Fortunately, he knew the area like the back of his hand and wasn't bothered by the emptiness. Instead, he deliberately took the more deserted paths.

During term time, even the shaded lanes saw the occasional student, but now, in the dead of winter break, Yang Tang walked beneath the lush canopy, hearing only birdsong and the rustling of leaves in the wind—nothing else.

"Eh? How did I end up here?"

Ahead was a slope, with a row of abandoned school buildings half-hidden by trees at its foot—this was the old site of Mist City University's affiliated high school. Yang Tang had spent a year in those buildings before his father scraped together enough money to transfer him, thanks to his outstanding test scores, to Yucai Middle School for his second and third years.

"Come to think of it, by the drainage ditch near the bamboo path, I once got cornered by a group of upperclassmen..."

"Weep, weep..."

He Jianni was on the verge of despair.

She clamped her legs together with all her strength, but her energy was draining fast. The man pinning her down was forcing her legs apart inch by inch. Her mouth was stuffed with a filthy rag or something similar, reeking so badly she couldn't spit it out or cry for help, only able to let out muffled sobs.

Rip!

He Jianni felt her thermal underwear completely torn apart. The early spring chill prickled her exposed skin, raising goosebumps on her chest. The man's heavy breathing grew louder and harsher. Knowing what this meant, tears streamed down her cheeks as a hopeless numbness spread through her chest.

The man finally forced his way between her legs.

She was utterly lost to despair.

Thud!

A dull thud, which should have been soft, hit He Jianni's ears like thunder.

"Ah—"

The man, previously bent over her, jerked upright with a scream.

Bang!

A second, much louder thud followed. Pinned beneath him, He Jianni saw something dark slam into the side of the man's head. He didn't even have time to scream again before his eyes rolled back and he collapsed heavily.

He Jianni stared blankly at the sudden turn of events. The shift from despair to hope was so abrupt it felt absurd, and she wept tears of joy, her face streaked with rain-like sorrow and relief.

She looked dazedly at the tall figure in sportswear, hood up and collar pulled up to cover half his face. Who... who was this person?

Fifty merit points gained!

One hundred merit points gained!

Two clear prompts rose in his mind.

"Why twice?" Yang Tang wondered silently, and a new understanding bloomed.

If he hadn't intervened, the girl would have been assaulted and, two years later, would have committed suicide—preventing the assault saved fifty merit points, saving a life earned one hundred.

Yang Tang finally understood, letting out a quiet breath. He'd just been retracing his old steps along the path, planning to revisit the drainage ditch, when he stumbled across this appalling scene. He'd thought of just walking away, but in the end, conscience won out—he jabbed the man's side with a picked-up branch, then smashed the side of his head with half a brick in his other hand. That way, he wouldn't kill him—at worst, the man might end up brain-damaged.

"Hey, hey, senior, I didn't mean to hit him. It's just, you were struggling too much for it to be some kind of game!" As he spoke, Yang Tang tossed away the branch and casually removed the rag from her mouth.

Coming to her senses, He Jianni immediately screamed, "Good hit, good hit—thank you for saving me! He was trying to rape me!"

"Shall we call the police?" Yang Tang asked, turning the unconscious man face-up and smearing a handful of mud into his eyes.

He Jianni, struggling to her feet and pulling her torn clothes around her, was baffled by Yang Tang's action. "What are you doing?"

Yang Tang didn't answer her, speaking to himself instead: "Right now it's attempted assault. If you want to call the police, I'll help you tie him up and then disappear. If not, we can just leave and let him fend for himself."

"Huh? So if I call the police, you're not sticking around to give a statement?"

"Of course not!" Yang Tang shot her a look and tore the rag into strips to tie the man's hands and left foot together. "Got a phone? Call them yourself. I'm off!" With that, he leaped away into the bamboo path.

He Jianni panicked, fished her phone out from the man's body, and chased after Yang Tang. "Hey, wait up! I'm He Jianni—what's your name?"

Yang Tang paused, snapped off a salute, and said, "Just call me Lei Feng!" Then he strode off at a rapid pace, vanishing among the bamboo.

After chasing him for a bit and failing to catch up, He Jianni stamped her foot in frustration. She was also worried the man would wake up and break free, so she quickly called her father. "Dad, I was almost raped!"

"What?!" Principal He Yuanhong of Mist City University nearly jumped out the window at his daughter's words.

Soon, five or six security guards from the nearby library rushed over. Following He Jianni's directions, they found the unconscious man.

A few minutes later, the university security office arrived and quickly revived the man, slapping handcuffs on him.

Surrounded by a crowd, He Jianni finally felt safe. She pulled the down jacket someone had draped over her tighter, wrinkled her delicate nose, and muttered, "Hmph, Lei Feng, at that timing, if you're not a villain, you must be a campus family member. I will find you."

Meanwhile, Yang Tang, already back home, first washed the dirt off his hands and then helped his mother prepare vegetables.

Having gained more merit points today, Yang Tang was no longer surprised, though he still had his doubts. "Looks like I'll just have to wait a few more days..."

"Wait for what?" his mother, slicing meat, asked him.

"Nothing. I meant the mock exams are coming up," he replied, wishing he could slap himself.

"Then you need to work hard!" His mother encouraged him gently, not pressing further.

But Yang Tang knew his mother must be worried deep down.

The next day, Monday, Yang Tang slung on his backpack and caught the early bus to school, just in time for the first double period.

It was his second foreign language class. The teacher wasn't there yet, so class monitor Lv Qin stood at the podium and announced, "This period we'll be doing a test paper." She then gestured for the first student in each row to come up and hand out the papers, then pass them down the rows.

Half a minute later, Gu Yongli, the PE monitor sitting second to last in Yang Tang's row, came up and said to Lv Qin, who had already started on her own paper at the podium, "Class rep, my paper is torn up."

Lv Qin spread her hands. "I don't have any extras. Just tape up the torn bit and answer on the side."

"Oh, right!" Gu Yongli replied with a forced smile, then suddenly snatched the test paper from Yang Tang's desk.

Yang Tang was caught off guard. "What are you doing?"

Gu Yongli slapped his torn paper onto Yang Tang's desk and drawled mockingly, "You tape up the torn bit and answer on the side, right?" With a laugh, he swaggered back to his seat.

The previously buzzing classroom fell instantly silent, then erupted with even louder whispers—discussing Yang Tang's weakness, Gu Yongli's dominance, some expressing sympathy, others sneering.

"Yang Tang," Lv Qin said, her voice full of concern—she had witnessed the whole exchange and feared Yang Tang would lose his temper and start a fight with Gu Yongli. If that happened, and the teacher got involved, Yang Tang, whose grades were already poor, would surely come out the worse for it.

Yang Tang made no move, only murmured quietly to himself, "A mountain is not a mountain, a mountain is not a mountain, a mountain is not a mountain..."