chapter 8 Can you become possessed by practicing Sanda?

"……"
Fatty Scott and Altair were simultaneously stunned.
"Castor, I thought you weren't interested in the school belle?" Fatty Scott asked.
"Yes."
"Then how do you know Delyna wants to become a star?" Fatty Scott asked again.
"I came to school with her this morning, and she said it herself in the car," Castor replied truthfully.
"Oh my God, what are you to her...?" Fatty Scott tried to suppress his laughter.
"I have nothing to do with her, just an acquaintance," Castor added.
"Pfft—Wake up, buddy, beauties like Delyna, who are rich and beautiful, are not within our reach," Altair laughed heartily.
Castor didn't say anything more.
As more students entered the classroom, Altair and Fatty Scott got more excited in their discussion.
"I heard Follia is Delyna's best friend, damn, an angelic face with a devilish figure!"
"Layla, the 'poor man's school belle' from the south, scored 718 in the science subjects of the college entrance exam, a real genius."
"Sister Lena Bailey from the Ancient Martial Arts Club, I heard she passed the test of The Ancient Martial Arts Association and is a certified martial artist."
"Danica Lewis, a sophomore, is an exchange student from Korea, and also a beauty anchor."
"Sister Opal, who plays the violin, ah, beautiful, long-legged, and with such a nice name, too bad her surname isn’t nice..."
After a long discussion, Fatty Scott and Altair unanimously decided to vote for Delyna.
In terms of overall qualifications, Delyna undoubtedly surpassed the other candidates for campus belle.
Not long after, a group of people barged into the classroom.
They were fierce.
Leading them was a sturdy young man, his body all muscles. He stood with his hands on his hips, who seemed like someone who was not easy to be messed with.
"It's him, Brother Nox!"
A young man with cotton stuffed in his nostrils and panda eyes, after scanning the classroom, suddenly locked his gaze on Castor.
"It's him who beat me up like this!!"
The classroom was in an uproar.
Beating up a senior?
Did Class 2 have such a bold freshman?
All eyes fell on Castor.
"Is it him?"
A pure-looking girl in the front row lit up her eyes.
But Castor was engrossed in an exciting part of his novel and was disrupted.
Fatty Scott and Altair looked at him with a mix of fear and astonishment.
In their eyes, Castor was just a guy obsessed with online novels. They never imagined... he was so brave? Even daring to beat up a senior?
"Are you the one named Castor? I heard you're pretty wild!"
The sturdy young man came down from the podium, striding over.
He stepped on Castor' desk with a loud "bang!"
The freshmen scattered to avoid him.
Altair, being quite sturdy and having a strong sense of justice, spoke up, "Senior, what are you doing—"
"Pow!"
The sturdy young man slapped him, sending the tall figure staggering, barely keeping upright by holding onto the desk.
"I'm Nox Murphy from the Sanda club, get lost!"
This remark changed the expressions of several new students from Greenville Affiliate High School.
"Nox Murphy, a core member of the Sanda club, a Sanda champion!"
"What? A Sanda champion? Then Castor is definitely done for."
A bunch of students gathered, looking worriedly at Castor.
"You, fatty, want to try some too?"
After slapping Altair, Nox Murphy coldly stared at Fatty Scott, who was so scared he could barely stand, "No, no, no... Senior, I..."
"Pow!!!"
Another slap echoed.
Fatty Scott, terrified, closed his eyes, but felt no pain on his face.
An unbelievable scene unfolded.
Elio, the vice president of the photography club, holding his fiery red cheek, lay on the ground howling.
"Nox Murphy! Are you crazy, why are you hitting me?"
Elio spat out a mouthful of blood and half a broken tooth.
"I... I didn't know, it wasn't me..."
Nox Murphy looked at his own right hand, retreating continuously with a horrified expression.
The members of the Sanda club were also dumbfounded.
Did Nox Murphy practice martial arts to the point of madness, unable to distinguish friend from foe?
"If it’s not you, it must be a ghost then! Everyone saw you move your hand."
Castor remained seated.
As he spoke, his right index finger, hidden under the table, twitched slightly.
"It wasn't me, damn it!!"
Just as Nox Murphy finished yelling, he suddenly swung his right arm, hitting Elio, who had just stood up, square in the face.
Elio's poor nose, which had just stopped bleeding, was hit hard again.
Whoosh—Whoosh—
Two cotton balls were sprayed away by a surge of blood, and Elio collapsed, mumbling, "Nox Murphy, you little..."
"What the hell is this!"
"I practiced Sanda and got madness?"
Nox Murphy collapsed, hitting himself with several slaps.
Pow! Pow! Pow!
Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
Castor shrugged, indicating he had nothing to do with these slaps, and then helped Altair off the ground.
Hmm, this tall guy is reliable, he really steps up when needed.
"Teacher, it's him, he's going to hit our classmate! You guys hurry and help... huh?"
At this moment, the pure-looking girl brought two teachers into the classroom, only to see Nox Murphy slapping himself, with a mixed expression of intrigue and fear.
The pure girl was confused, what had happened?
The two teachers quickly took the people away from the Sanda club.
"Student, are you alright?"
The pure girl approached Castor.
"Is it you?"
Castor looked up, wasn't this the daughter of the owner of Kelly's Grill from last night, seemingly called Layla Foster?
Layla’s eyes shone brightly, ready to chat with Castor, but the counsellor suddenly entered.
She had to return to her seat.
The counsellor, surnamed Gibson, comforted Castor with a few words, then announced the details about military training tomorrow.
After the announcement, Layla eagerly went to find Castor, but found he had already left.
"Hello, do you know where the student who just left went?"
Layla asked Fatty Scott and Altair.
Fatty Scott, who had never spoken to such a beautiful girl, blushed, "No, no... I don't know, he... he probably went to the bathroom."
Altair, holding his cheek, secretly admired Castor's traditional Chinese massage technique, which really worked wonders, as his face no longer hurt after a gentle rub.
"Okay, thank you."
Layla, with a disappointed look on her pure face, left.
...
Castor didn't stay on campus and didn't have a dormitory assignment, so he had no roommates.
He found a quiet place to leisurely read his novel.
In the evening, he went to the food street outside of campus for dinner.
In Kelly's Grill, several menacing thugs were pressuring the mother and daughter for Castor's phone number.
These thugs, half of them had crooked mouths and eyes, and their leader, Archer, had a pair of cockeyed eyes.
The scene was quite funny, but Emily and Layla couldn't laugh at all.
"It's not possible, Brother Archer, a customer's contact information is private, I can't give it to you,"
"Please let us both go." Emily pleaded.
"Bullshit privacy! That kid beat me up like this, if I don't get back at him, how can I continue in this business?"
Archer Evans said through gritted teeth, threatening, "Either I smash your shop today, or you give me that kid's phone number, your choice."
"He... he's actually..."
Layla was struggling inside, whether to reveal Castor's identity.
Castor's voice, however, suddenly came from the entrance of the shop.
"Are you looking for me?"
The thugs turned around and saw Castor, hands in the pockets of his tracksuit, dressed like a student, walking into the shop.
"Kid, you dare to show up?"
Archer pointed at his cockeyed eyes, "The hospital can't even fix this, tell me, was it you who did this?"
"Yes, it was me, what do you want to do about it?"
Castor admitted frankly and glanced at them.
"All of you come at once, don't waste time, I haven't eaten yet."