Reversing Falsehood and Preserving Truth: All Gods and Gods Are in My Hands

After the winter break, the gates of Zhongzhou No. 11 Middle School opened in the morning light. The exterior walls of the rebuilt teaching building still had some traces of fresh paint, and a small amount of construction waste was piled up in the corner of the playground. It was almost impossible to tell that a supernatural event that had occurred here just over a month ago was enough to rewrite everyone's memory.

To ordinary teachers and students, the school was just a "partial reconstruction after the collapse," but to Lu Yu, every inch of this land was filled with sorrow and strength.

"What are you looking at, Lu Yu?" Zhao Lei grabbed Lu Yu's shoulder from behind, his loud voice attracting many stares.

Zhao Lei at this time was a completely different person from before the winter break.

The body lotion not only nourished his physique, making his blood and qi flow more smoothly, but also subtly optimized his muscle lines. His originally slightly rugged features became smooth and upright, and even his well-fitting school uniform couldn't hide his vibrant energy. Several girls passing by blushed and whispered among themselves, their eyes glued to him.

"It's nothing, I just think the school was repaired pretty quickly," Lu Yu said softly.

Chen Mo arrived as well, adjusting his glasses: "According to the public announcement, the project cost 37 million yuan, had a construction period of 35 days, and involved three construction teams working in three shifts."

The three walked side by side toward the senior high school building, their every step eliciting murmurs of discussion.

Having experienced numerous life-or-death battles, Lu Yu possessed a calm and insightful aura as his three great paths flowed; Chen Mo, consistently ranking first in the grade, exuded an aura of academic excellence with his composed and wise demeanor; coupled with Zhao Lei's sunny and robust appearance, this group was practically the center of attention in the eyes of the budding young girls. The changes in the classroom became even more apparent.

In the classroom, the new homeroom teacher was already waiting behind the podium.

Around fifty years old, he was thin, with a long face, graying temples, and thick black-rimmed glasses perched on his nose. The dark spots on his cheeks made Zhao Lei secretly complain that he looked like a zebra.

"I am your new homeroom teacher, Ma Hongmei." She wrote in bold handwriting on the blackboard, "Teacher Liu Jing has been transferred to another city for work. From today onwards, I will be in charge of all affairs of Class 34."

Lu Yu's fingers, which were holding the pen, paused slightly, and his heart trembled slightly. Fortunately, the "rules" did not completely erase Liu Jing from memory; they merely used the gentle pretext of "mobilization" to preserve the traces of her existence.

He looked out the window and could almost see Liu Jingyue's white skirt. The vow to "purify illusion" became clearer and clearer in his heart.

"Quiet!" Ma Hongmei banged on the podium, her gaze sweeping across the class like a searchlight before finally settling on Lu Yu and Zhao Lei. "In the final semester of senior year, I don't want to see any behavior that affects learning. Especially those boys who are complacent because they think they're good-looking, don't bring bad influences into the school."

All eyes turned to Zhao Lei, but he blinked innocently, completely unaware that the teacher was talking about him. He even secretly pulled a small jar of body lotion from his desk, a smug look on his face.

During the first week of school, the PE teacher organized a physical fitness test. When it was Zhao Lei's turn, he broke all the school records.

"100 meters in 10.81 seconds! Standing long jump 3.2 meters!" The PE teacher stared at the stopwatch, repeatedly checking before exclaiming, "Zhao Lei, did you go for special training with the national team during winter break?"

The whole class was in an uproar. Only Lu Yu knew that this was the result of the body lotion's continuous nourishment, combined with his already extraordinary athletic talent. His current performance was close to the human limit, yet it just happened to fall within the "reasonable" range.

What's even more eye-catching is his physique during exercise. Every time he starts running or jumps, his muscles stretch out with a powerful and beautiful aesthetic, causing the girls watching to scream frequently. Even the physical education students came up to ask him for his training secrets.

"Just... normal training, eat more and sleep more," Zhao Lei scratched his head, giving a completely useless answer.

This move made Zhao Lei a sensation at the school.

As a transfer student in his senior year of high school, he already possessed an air of mystery. Now, with his good looks, physique, and athletic achievements all combined, he instantly captured the hearts of many girls. As soon as the bell rang, a large number of girls surrounded him, offering him water, delivering letters, and blushing as they asked him out for meals—they came in droves.

"Hey, this sports drink is electrolyte-based, perfect for you after training!" A girl with a high ponytail handed over the drink, her cheeks flushed.

Zhao Lei was stunned for a moment, then waved his hand honestly: "No need, no need, I brought my own protein powder, it works better than this." As he spoke, he took out a large can of protein powder from his backpack, shaking it loudly, which made the girl turn around and leave in anger.

Seeing this, another girl nearby quickly stepped forward: "Zhao Lei, I'm Weiwei from the school cheerleading team. Where do you train on weekends? I'd like to ask you some questions about training."

Zhao Lei's eyes lit up: "My basement..."

Zhao Lei suddenly realized something and waved his hand frantically, "No, no! That place is too remote..." He almost exposed his "little base" in the basement, so he quickly changed the subject, "How about we go to the playground now? I'll run a couple of laps with you and show you my new training method!"

Weiwei's expectation vanished instantly. Watching his hurried departure, she stomped her foot in anger—this straight man completely missed the point!

Zhao Lei's hilarious antics continue: he treats love letters written by girls as practice problems and takes them to Chen Mo for "logic" advice; when a girl invites him to a movie, he bluntly says "bench press is more interesting than movies," killing the conversation, but his honesty makes him even more popular.

While Zhao Lei was surrounded by a crowd, Lu Yu and Chen Mo weren't idle either. Lu Yu's composure and insight, and Chen Mo's calm wisdom, also attracted many secret admirers. The three often gathered together to discuss things, inevitably sparking jealousy and rivalry among the girls.

One day at noon, two beautifully packaged lunchboxes suddenly appeared on Lu Yu's desk, one from Li Menglu, the class beauty of Class 18, and the other from Liu Qian, the art and literature representative of the next class. The two bumped into each other, and the atmosphere instantly became tense.

"Some people should spend more time studying. They only ranked around 300th in the grade in the last monthly exam?" Li Menglu raised an eyebrow.

Liu Qian sneered: "It's still better than some people who make a living off their looks."

The argument was eventually witnessed by Ma Hongmei, who summoned everyone to her office for a stern reprimand: "I've been teaching for twenty years, and I hate it most when early romances affect studies!" Her gaze swept over the girls like a knife, finally settling on Lu Yu and his two friends. "You think you're so great just because you have a little bit of cleverness and talent!"

Lu Yu didn't argue, but he couldn't help feeling uncomfortable when he thought of Teacher Liu Jing's gentleness.

After school, Lu Yu and Chen Mo accompanied Zhao Lei to the playground for training. Chen Mo suddenly spoke up: "Teacher Ma's dislike is not accidental. I checked her resume. She was a special-grade teacher at the provincial No. 1 High School before. She was transferred because of her strict management. Moreover, her son failed the college entrance examination last year because of early love."

Lu Yu suddenly realized that the homeroom teacher's overreaction stemmed from a bias based on personal experience.

As the three passed by the laboratory building, they vaguely heard whispers in the corner of the corridor.

My cousin is a boarding student, and she's been hearing strange noises coming from the biology lab for several days in a row!

"Is it a stray cat? There are always stray cats calling for mates over there."

"No! She said it sounded like rubbing glass, and occasionally there was a 'thump thump' sound of something hitting a cabinet, which was really creepy!"

"Don't scare me, I have to study tonight..."

Lu Yu paused, exchanging glances with Chen Mo and Zhao Lei.