Chapter Four: Classmates

Everyone at Shanlan High School knew that Lin Nian, a sophomore, was always a uniquely independent soul. Both teachers and classmates regarded him as something extraordinary, a reputation closely tied to his unusual upbringing.

Lin Nian grew up in the Guiye Orphanage on the west side of the city. At eight, he was adopted but escaped back to the orphanage within three months, claiming abuse. When the police investigated, they found no evidence of mistreatment and sternly reprimanded the eight-year-old Lin Nian. At ten, he was adopted again by a couple who were high-ranking executives at a foreign enterprise. However, less than half a year later, the company collapsed, the couple lost the ability to care for him, and Lin Nian was returned to the orphanage.

He was adopted twice more at ages eleven and thirteen, but both adoptions ended unhappily. Soon he reached the legal age of fourteen to leave the orphanage. Lin Xian, who entered the orphanage four years earlier than Lin Nian and was eighteen, proposed to become Lin Nian’s guardian. Lin Nian gladly accepted, and from then on, the two relied on each other, causing no further trouble for several years.

The first decade of Lin Nian’s life could aptly be described by the popular song “Uneasy,” recently made famous by teacher Gong Linna. Yet, despite his harsh beginnings, he lived with remarkable drive and ambition. The orphanage did not extinguish his spirit; rather, it made him stand out, accomplishing feats that caught many eyes.

After leaving the orphanage, Lin Nian’s achievements continued. He topped the city’s entrance exam and was interviewed by the local TV station—a remarkable feat. Shortly after starting school at Shanlan, he entered a hospital with a mop handle alongside a group of local ruffians—another feat that made waves. Days later, classmate Su Xiaoqiang openly expressed his feelings for him, yet another extraordinary event. In the elite environment of Shanlan, filled with prodigies and geniuses, Lin Nian immediately became a minor legend.

He repeatedly ranked first in his grade, excelled at the sports meet like a dark horse, and was skilled both academically and physically. Had his family background been as privileged as his talent, Lin Nian might have been a reincarnation of Chu Zihang, the top-ranked “Villain to be Executed” of Shanlan, and a formidable rival to all students. Fortunately, his impoverished background eased the envy of many, who considered him from a different world.

Lin Nian’s momentum in Shanlan led many to speculate that his goal was to become the second Chu Zihang. Later, rumors spread that he had been seen at the Youth Palace sparring fiercely with Chu Zihang over bamboo swords, leading to whispers that Lin Nian aimed to surpass Chu Zihang and become the number one in Shanlan.

Yet during a cultural evening, their joint Kendo performance shattered these assumptions, proving they were not rivals but friends. Some boldly speculated that Chu Zihang, about to graduate, had taken Lin Nian under his wing, preparing to pass on the mantle of “Villain to be Executed” first place. Suddenly, Lin Nian, once spared much jealousy due to his family background, became a thorn in many eyes.

Now, when Lin Nian asked about Kassel Academy in the class chat group, many instantly pondered, though most reflexively glanced at the date and time on their computer’s lower right corner.

A poor student contemplating studying abroad as a sophomore? Many elite students prepared for TOEFL exams at this stage for overseas study, but even if Lin Nian passed TOEFL, where would the money for tuition and airfare come from? Would he rely on the yearly national scholarship?

Someone unexpectedly chuckled at the screen but did not type a word.

“Kassel Academy? I think I’ve heard of it,” Zhao Menghua suddenly said in the quiet. “I have a relative studying at the University of Chicago who mentioned this school. Apparently, it’s affiliated with the University of Chicago.”

“Is there really such a school?” Lin Nian was stunned. He had prepared for mockery but was surprised Zhao Menghua spoke so earnestly.

“There is, but it’s said to be very difficult to get in. Many senior students who tried couldn’t even get through the door. The school follows an elite path similar to H.E.L.P., with its own admissions interviews and entrance exams. No matter how high your TOEFL score, if you fail the interview or exam, it’s all for nothing,” Zhao Menghua explained. “But Lin Nian, I remember your speaking skills are quite good. Are you thinking of applying? I could ask my friends at Chicago for some connections.”

“Thanks, but no need,” Lin Nian replied.

“Not bad, Zhao’s got connections,” someone complimented, though most remained silent. In class chat groups, it was hard for the quiet ones to join in, especially on such exclusive topics.

“I was just asking,” Lin Nian said.

He did not want to reveal his orphanage background. If Kassel Academy was truly an elite school as Zhao Menghua described, it made the orphanage’s strange connections even more puzzling. How could a municipal orphanage be linked to such a prestigious university? If the orphanage were truly capable, it wouldn’t have recommended Lin Xian to work as a cleaner in a mall restroom on her eighteenth birthday.

“Lin Nian, are you going abroad to study?” Su Xiaoqiang asked.

“Not sure. No one can predict the future,” Lin Nian answered. “You all carry on with your hot pot gathering.”

“Oh right, are you coming? I was planning to have Lu Mingfei invite you,” Su Xiaoqiang said.

“I’m broke,” Lin Nian said bluntly.

“I’ll treat you,” Little Heavenly Maiden offered readily.

“Treat Lu Mingfei instead; he’s hungrier than I am,” Lin Nian replied.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m super hungry,” Lu Mingfei popped up with a nodding emoji.

“That’s not hunger, that’s starvation,” classmate Xu Miaomiao teased.

“Really not coming? It’s the last group event before school starts after the holiday,” Little Heavenly Maiden tried to persuade.

“No thanks. Only about ten days before school starts. I plan to work on a construction site for a few days,” Lin Nian said.

The chat fell silent again. Most high schoolers cared about appearances; openly admitting to manual labor was rare, especially nowadays when scholarship recipients hid their identities.

“Moving bricks… that’ll hurt your health,” Little Heavenly Maiden finally said after a pause. “Besides, you’re underage. Construction sites won’t hire you, right?”

“I know someone. If I work at night, no one reports, no inspections,” Lin Nian said with the air of someone experienced. This clearly wasn’t his first time.

“No wonder Lin the God could take on ten guys with just a mop handle—his strength comes from moving bricks,” Xu Yanyan, Xu Miaomiao’s twin brother, remarked.

“Shut up,” Su Xiaoqiang snapped.

“That’s it, have fun. Internet’s expensive, so I’m going to play some games. Logging off now,” Lin Nian typed and immediately left the group, setting his status to invisible.

Kassel Academy really existed? Lin Nian was surprised. Zhao Menghua’s family had some influence and wider knowledge. If he said it was real, then the school probably did exist somewhere in the outskirts of Chicago. This made many things more intriguing.

Lin Nian sat at the computer pondering long, yet reached no conclusion. Glancing at the clock, he remembered he’d spent internet fees and decided to make the most of the remaining time playing games.

At that age, few boys didn’t love gaming—StarCraft, World of Warcraft, and the wealthy played Legend of Mir. In virtual worlds, they galloped and strategized. Lin Nian especially loved Counter-Strike, the game he played most at internet cafes.

He didn’t have a computer at home, so he treasured his rare online time. Compared to chatting about hot pot in the class group, he preferred gaming.

Launching Counter-Strike, he joined a LAN room. Though the café was small, many seasoned players were there—one hand on mouse, the other holding a cigarette, their eyes glazed with the smoke and flames of battle.

Lin Nian never smoked; he believed it slowed his reflexes. Lin Xian forbade him from smoking, but at home, Lin Nian often found small cigarette butts in the trash. If not his, then surely Lin Xian’s. For a woman in her twenties, smoking was unfortunate, but Lin Nian never made an issue of it—if she smoked, he wouldn’t.

Gripping the mouse, Lin Nian entered his battlefield. He was extraordinarily skilled, especially at shooting games. In Shanlan High, he was nearly unbeatable. Whenever an enemy showed even the slightest part of their body, he could hit it. In face-to-face duels, he always won. Even if both fired simultaneously, Lin Nian survived because he always hit his opponent’s head first.

On screen, a player peeked out from a door’s corner; Lin Nian’s bullet struck his head—one shot, one kill. His teammate rushed out; another perfect headshot. Counter-Terrorists win.

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