Transmigrated as the fake young master, I'll beat up the scumbags and b*tches

No one expected Xia XiaoXi to actually know HuMing! This made even more people feel that

HuMing couldn't be Han HuMing. After all, if things were like that, he would have mentioned this long ago.

Han ShuYi remained silent, but Xia XiaoXi's words had already led him to his own conclusion. He felt that no matter how capable HuMing was, it was unlikely he could collude with Xia XiaoXi to fabricate such a lie.

Seeing the crowd gradually relax, Xia XiaoXi felt her own tension begin to dissipate. Thankfully, when they returned earlier, HuMing had already told her how to address the classmates, proving he was well-prepared.

Still, she couldn't help but wonder---how exactly was HuMing planning to find the clues?

...

During the physical education class in the afternoon, a group of people surrounded Xia XiaoXi, eagerly listening to her talk about skincare routines and whether performing on stage was exhausting.

The girls were full of gossip and curiosity, wanting to know how the life of a celebrity differed from theirs. However, Xia XiaoXi kept glancing toward the soccer field. Over there, Han ShuYi was bent over with his hands on his knees, gasping for air.

His gaze was fixed on HuMing, who was also on the field, and his eyes were filled with a sharp intensity. Originally, he thought HuMing only knew how to play basketball, but he hadn't expected him to be so skilled at soccer as well.

It felt almost like he was playing against Han HuMing again on the field.

But the feeling HuMing gave him was even more oppressive---like a puppeteer controlling the entire game. As long as the ball was under HuMing's feet, everyone moved according to his will.

This gave Han ShuYi an incredibly unsettling sensation.

It was as if he was a mere puppet, and even during past matches against Han HuMing, he'd never felt this suffocated. There was no chance of winning!

HuMing had the ball at his feet, his eyes constantly scanning the field. Suddenly, he launched a precise, powerful kick, sending the ball to an open spot amidst the players. A teammate was perfectly positioned to receive it.

Before the goalkeeper could react, the teammate took a clean shot, driving the ball into the net. The entire sequence was effortless and simple, almost as if it were scripted.

Han ShuYi's teammates deflated visibly. Compared to their last match with Han HuMing, this game made them feel even more powerless.

Back then, Han HuMing had overwhelmed them with sheer force. But this time, HuMing exploited their weaknesses, sending the ball into their net repeatedly. Even their attempts to recover were too slow.

Standing with his hands on his hips, HuMing gave a thumbs-up to the teammate who scored in response to his wave. But before he realized it, Han ShuYi was standing beside him, speaking in a low voice.

"You know, you're nothing like him. But for some reason, I just can't shake the feeling that you are him."

"Han ShuYi, are you really so obsessed with my identity? If you're unhappy, just look at the scoreboard---it'll make you even angrier."

The scoreboard displayed a glaring 4-0. The number "4" was ominous, as if signaling Han ShuYi's defeat and death.

"HuMing, provoking me won't end well for you."

"If you're here to play pretend, Han ShuYi, this isn't the place for you. And if you're going to lecture me about the unspoken rules of sportsmanship, how about I score an own goal for you?"

Lies don't hurt---truths cut like a blade. HuMing's words left Han ShuYi seething with frustration, unable to retort. Moments later, HuMing pressed so hard that Han ShuYi couldn't even touch the ball.

The crowd gasped in astonishment at the skill of the new transfer student. After all, it was rare for anyone to push Han ShuYi to such extremes.

Meanwhile, Han YunXi watched the match quietly from the sidelines. Seeing Han ShuYi's battered state, she felt a strange illusion---that boy looked exactly like Han HuMing.

"Wow, HuMing's pretty impressive."

A girl's voice sounded beside Han YunXi, snapping her out of her thoughts. Turning instinctively, she saw Xia XiaoXi staring at the match with excitement.

Noticing Han YunXi looking at her, Xia XiaoXi turned and smiled.

"Hi there."

"Uh... Hi. Do you know HuMing?"

"Of course! That guy likes to keep a low profile, so he didn't mention that we know each other."

"So that's how it is, huh."

'His personality is completely different from her brother's.'

Every time Han YunXi came to terms with this fact, she couldn't help but feel a sense of melancholy.

Xia XiaoXi noticed her expression. Naturally, she knew the girl in front of her was Han ShuYi's younger sister, but in a way, she was also HuMing's sister from a different father and mother. Judging by her demeanor, it seemed she held quite a fondness for HuMing.

'Could it be that HuMing hasn't told her the truth? Is he trying to protect her?'

As these thoughts swirled in Xia XiaoXi's mind, an uproar came from the field. She instinctively looked up and saw HuMing standing over the ball while Han ShuYi clutched his thigh, his face contorted in pain.

Han YunXi let out a startled cry and quickly ran forward to check on her brother.

However, she had clearly seen what had happened just now: Han ShuYi had gone for a slide tackle to take the ball from HuMing but seemed to have injured himself in the process.

A few male classmates crowded around to check on Han ShuYi's injury, while Han ShuYi grimaced in pain, his face twisted in agony. HuMing simply stood there, his expression unreadable.

"Brother, are you okay?"

"I'm... fine. Seems like I pulled a muscle."

"You should get to the infirmary immediately. This could be serious."

A couple of boys helped Han ShuYi up, and as Han YunXi turned her gaze to HuMing, their eyes met, and she asked

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah. When he slid in, I managed to jump back just in time."

Looking at the slightly weary girl before him, HuMing couldn't help but wonder what she had been through recently.

After Han ShuYi was helped off the field, with Han YunXi following, HuMing let out a quiet sigh of relief.

Earlier, he had clearly seen ShuYi's intent to tackle him and had dodged just in time. If he hadn't, and the tackle had connected, he was sure he'd be out of school for quite a while.

Still, he hadn't expected ShuYi to end up injuring himself. How ironic. Shaking his head with a mix of amusement and exasperation, HuMing was about to leave when a sudden chill brushed against his cheek.

Startled, he turned to see Xia XiaoXi grinning mischievously, holding a bottle of ice water in her hand.

"You're pretty impressive! I originally thought you just had good reflexes, but I didn't expect you to be so skilled at sports, too."

"Not too bad, I guess. But aren't you worried about the rumors people might spread?"

HuMing glanced toward the sidelines, where plenty of eyes were fixed on them. The envy and resentment in their gazes were palpable. Xia XiaoXi's overly friendly gesture clearly didn't sit well with them, and their dislike for HuMing was written all over their faces.

But Xia XiaoXi merely raised an eyebrow, smirking playfully.

"We've known each other for ages~~"