Transmigrated as the fake young master, I'll beat up the scumbags and b*tches-Chapter 267Vol. 1 - - Getting old

This match shocked everyone—no one had expected this outcome.

HuMing stood silently, observing the reactions of the students around him.

For him, what he had done was nothing of significance.

His opponent's sword was fast, and his control over his positioning was flawless—but it didn’t matter.

HuMing had struck with the resolve to land a decisive blow. Though he had eased his strength at the last moment, had he used his full power, his opponent would likely be heading to the hospital right now.

That being said, the opponent was undeniably strong—far stronger than the average person.

It wasn’t surprising that Gu YunQin had lost. The only unfortunate thing was that his opponent had run into someone more sturdier—him.

HuMing’s gaze shifted toward Gu ZhaoChuan. The latter was clapping, rallying the enthusiasm of the surrounding students.

The corners of his lips curled into a faint smile, as if he were genuinely praising HuMing.

But HuMing knew better. That wasn’t what he was really thinking.

That strike had stolen all the attention of the day, and at the same time, it had made Gu ZhaoChuan aware of the real threat.

Just as Han ShuYi had felt immense pressure when facing him, Gu ZhaoChuan wouldn’t be spared from that experience either.

HuMing extended a hand toward Ling Chuan. The latter grasped it and used the leverage to stand up.

Though his body still ached, he could tell that HuMing had pulled back at the last moment.

Otherwise, he’d probably still be lying on the floor, waiting for an ambulance.

"You're strong. Way stronger than I imagined."

Ling Chuan sighed. Facing an opponent like HuMing ignited his fighting spirit. This trip to Second High had been worth it.

"If you want to improve further, you need to hone your resolve. If, at the last moment, you had blocked my attack with a sweeping motion instead of a straight cut, you might have won."

Ling Chuan was momentarily stunned. He hadn't expected HuMing to give him such advice.

He had been replaying the fight in his mind, wondering where he had gone wrong. And now, HuMing's words had provided him with much-needed clarity.

"...I appreciate the guidance."

HuMing returned the bamboo sword to Gun YunQin, then turned and walked out of the dojo.

Beside him, Xia Chen was brimming with excitement.

"Holy shit, holy shit! That move just now was so damn cool! Teach me sometime!"

"You're too dumb. You won’t get it."

"Tch, my talent’s top-tier, alright?"

HuMing was like the wind—he arrived swiftly and left just as quickly.

The crowd watched his departing figure, filled with countless thoughts.

This new transfer student had already shaken things up with such a dazzling display. What other surprises would he bring next?

No one knew.

But they were all looking forward to it.

…

"HuMing, you're back. Come play a round of chess with me."

HuMing was given a ride home by Lan Jun. As soon as he stepped inside, he saw his grandfather sitting in the living room.

A chessboard was set on the table, and his grandfather gestured for him to sit.

HuMing took off his backpack, sat down, and casually moved a piece.

"So? No problems at school today, I assume?"

"Not bad. The classmates are friendly, the teachers are excellent. The learning environment is completely different from my old school."

"Hmm. I heard you were top of your school before, and nearly an all-rounder in sports? That true?"

"If you believe it, it’s true. If you don’t, then it’s nothing at all."

HuMing smiled as he nudged his rook forward, capturing a pawn.

His grandfather chuckled. "You brat. But your second grandpa taught you well—you've got a strong sense of independence. That’s something most kids lack. If possible, I hope you can help guide them."

HuMing didn’t pause his movements. Instead, he laughed.

"Grandpa, all that just to get to this point? You want me to correct all their flaws? That’s too much work for me."

"I just want you to put them on the right path. How far they go is up to them."

Gu ZhouTing wished for his descendants to grow stronger.

But the reality was that, because of the Gu family's status, they had yet to develop true self-reliance.

If they only learned when the family was already in crisis, it would be too late.

He didn’t want to see the Gu family torn apart again like before.

"Grandpa, don’t you believe in your own grandchildren? They’re all quite capable. Take YunQin, for example—she may act reckless, but once she sets her mind on something, no matter how difficult, she’ll push forward. That’s admirable, isn’t it?"

"You don’t hold a grudge over what she said to you at the family gathering?"

"It was just a childish temper. No need to fuss over it."

"You're becoming more like your eldest uncle…"

For some reason, Gu ZhouTing felt that HuMing resembled his own son more and more.

Not just in temperament, but even in appearance—there was a hint of young Gu WeiJun in him.

He sighed, shaking his head. He didn’t want to overthink things.

All he hoped for was to see the Gu family stable in his lifetime.

HuMing listened to his grandfather’s words, feeling a twinge of emotion.

This was a man who worried endlessly about his descendants.

A man who carried the responsibility of an entire family.

His entire life had been intertwined with the Gu family’s fate.

HuMing didn’t know what hardships his grandfather had endured over the years, but he could imagine they hadn’t been easy.

From power struggles with his own brother to the internal chaos of the Gu family—he had witnessed it all.

Surely, he must be exhausted.

"Grandpa… are you tired?"

Gu ZhouTing’s hand paused for a moment.

He shifted a chess piece—the "general"—but his movement was slow and deliberate, as if weighed down by unseen burdens.

At some point during their conversation, HuMing had unknowingly captured all of his grandfather’s pieces, leaving only the lone general on the board.

Gu ZhouTing nodded slightly but didn’t say anything.

He merely turned over his last chess piece, then leaned on his cane and slowly walked away.

HuMing watched his retreating figure, silent for a long time.

Neither of them noticed that, from the corner of the hallway, Gu WeiYi stood watching his father’s back.

He let out a quiet sigh, his gaze filled with sorrow.

…

Later that night, Kang Xin knocked on HuMing’s door.

When he opened it, he was met with the faint scent of alcohol.

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"You’ve been drinking?" HuMing frowned, puzzled by Kang Xin’s state.

She nodded, acknowledging it.

HuMing pulled her into the room. Kang Xin rubbed her temples as she sat on his bed, her vision a little hazy but still manageable.

"Did those girls force you to drink?"

"No, I drank on my own."

She pulled out her phone and sent him a file.

It was a recording.

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