Bad Boys Boot Camp: V1C01

V1C01: Forced Enrollment

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_{Now, outside his open door, two burly men stood wearing camouflaged-coloured outfits. They grabbed him by his collar, like he was a chicken in a coop, lifting him out of the car with ease. Qin Mo never so much as got the chance to react before he was dragged inside the building by the musclebound two.}
"Momo, we're going on a family trip together. Are you excited?" Qin Mo's stepmother, Su Wen, smiled warmly as she spoke. "We've never taken a family outing together to have some good ol' fun, have we?"

Now, outside his open door, two burly men stood wearing camouflaged-coloured outfits. They grabbed him by his collar, like he was a chicken in a coop, lifting him out of the car with ease. Qin Mo never so much as got the chance to react before he was dragged inside the building by the musclebound two.

_{"In this school, you are whatever I say you are." Yang Fanghong then grasped Qin Mo by the collar, drops of spittle almost aѕsaulting the slapped boy's face.}Qin Mo now lowered his head and pulled out his phone. His finger moved swiftly as he typed and sent a message.

"In this school, you are whatever I say you are." Yang Fanghong then grasped Qin Mo by the collar, drops of spittle almost aѕsaulting the slapped boy's face. "I don't give a rat's aѕs about what disease you have or about acting like your fυcking mother. When you fall into my hands, the only promise I make is that I'll strip every single one of your bad habits away. You only get to leave here after you learn to obey my every word, boy. So if you want to leave here, go get that guardian of yours to sign off on it."

_{[The doctor said the best result right now is if there's no change in his situation. Grandpa had been calling out for you a lot in a haze recently, too. When are you coming for a visit?]}Yang Fanghong's slap left a handprint behind, immediately swelling Qin Mo's cheek. His glaѕses had also flown off, and the corners of his lips were bleeding.

[The doctor said the best result right now is if there's no change in his situation. Grandpa had been calling out for you a lot in a haze recently, too. When are you coming for a visit?]

_{So when Qin Mo walked in right then, he swore he had entered the wrong place.}
A family trip?

So when Qin Mo walked in right then, he swore he had entered the wrong place.

_{Raking back his bangs with his fingers, he spat out a mouthful of blood, which only lessened the metallic taste on his tongue. He then lifted his head and looked around, one by one, for the nameplate.}Never in his wildest dreams did Qin Mo ever think there would be a day he would be sent to this place. But his current reality made the following two words the first thought to properly cross his mind: A scheme.

Raking back his bangs with his fingers, he spat out a mouthful of blood, which only lessened the metallic taste on his tongue. He then lifted his head and looked around, one by one, for the nameplate.

_{Leisurely, Qin Mo lifted his gaze. Now a pair of phoenix eyes, the mirror image of his birth mother's, stared coolly at Qin Hongjun through the rear-view mirror's reflection.}In the blink of an eye, every morsel within that bowl was scrubbed clean. But a boy, one who didn't manage to grab any handfuls, still picked up that bowl to lіck away the bits of soup clinging to the plastic container clean.

Leisurely, Qin Mo lifted his gaze. Now a pair of phoenix eyes, the mirror image of his birth mother's, stared coolly at Qin Hongjun through the rear-view mirror's reflection.

But it made not one iota of difference to those guys, because no matter how much he struggled, no matter how much he screamed, his body was dragged further and further away from the Jeep Wrangler he was driven there in just moments.

_{The two burly men noticed he was no longer struggling, so they released their hold. They still maintained their guard around him, however, pushing and shoving him, one after the other, down the long corridor of the tube-shaped dormitories.}
Qin Mo sat alone in the back seat, quietly reading a magazine. He was unwilling to pay that woman any attention, not even willing to part with just a second of his gaze.

The two burly men noticed he was no longer struggling, so they released their hold. They still maintained their guard around him, however, pushing and shoving him, one after the other, down the long corridor of the tube-shaped dormitories.

_{"In this school, you are whatever I say you are." Yang Fanghong then grasped Qin Mo by the collar, drops of spittle almost aѕsaulting the slapped boy's face.}[XX Self-improvement Academy]

_{309.}"Qin Mo, was it? I'm your instructor, your drillmaster, you could say, and I'll be responsible for you while you're inside these gates." Yang Fanghong let out another puff of smoke and raised his eyebrows. "It's best to be honest while you're in here. Obedience will only benefit you. It won't bring any harm your way."

309.

Never in his wildest dreams did Qin Mo ever think there would be a day he would be sent to this place. But his current reality made the following two words the first thought to properly cross his mind: A scheme.

_{Raking back his bangs with his fingers, he spat out a mouthful of blood, which only lessened the metallic taste on his tongue. He then lifted his head and looked around, one by one, for the nameplate.}
"Qin Mo, when Aunty is talking to you, you should answer her back! Is this how you were taught? Is this how you usually behave? I swear, the older you get, the more disrespectful you become!" Qin Hongjun cast his eyes towards Su Wen's smiling face, then again towards his son's disrespectful behaviour that was rаmped up to the nth degree. The rage in his heart was now boiling, and if not for the car he was currently driving, he would've scolded the life out of that boy to teach him a good lesson.

No, this can't be considered a scheme any more. Qin Hongjun had declared publicly more than once that he suspected his son had a mental illness of some sort and had more than expressed his dеsire to send him to a psychiatric clinic or even an asylum.

Qin Mo looked on at the couple frigidly. His forty-something-year-old father and his stepmother, aged around twenty-seven or so, made such a sight that a stream of laughter almost burst out of him.

_{Qin Mo now lowered his head and pulled out his phone. His finger moved swiftly as he typed and sent a message.}No, this can't be considered a scheme any more. Qin Hongjun had declared publicly more than once that he suspected his son had a mental illness of some sort and had more than expressed his dеsire to send him to a psychiatric clinic or even an asylum.

Qin Mo now lowered his head and pulled out his phone. His finger moved swiftly as he typed and sent a message.

_{Qin Mo looked on at the couple frigidly. His forty-something-year-old father and his stepmother, aged around twenty-seven or so, made such a sight that a stream of laughter almost burst out of him.}The older man's heart chilled. But, after a few more curses, he no longer paid the boy any mind. To Su Wen, he then turned to complain, "If it wasn't for my father blocking me, I would've taken that boy to go see a psychologist ages ago. You can tell him a hundred sentences, but he won't so much as give you a fart back!"

Qin Mo looked on at the couple frigidly. His forty-something-year-old father and his stepmother, aged around twenty-seven or so, made such a sight that a stream of laughter almost burst out of him.

_{Is this rally a zoo?}
Leisurely, Qin Mo lifted his gaze. Now a pair of phoenix eyes, the mirror image of his birth mother's, stared coolly at Qin Hongjun through the rear-view mirror's reflection.

Is this rally a zoo?

_{So when Qin Mo walked in right then, he swore he had entered the wrong place.}So when Qin Mo walked in right then, he swore he had entered the wrong place.

So when Qin Mo walked in right then, he swore he had entered the wrong place.

_{The older man's heart chilled. But, after a few more curses, he no longer paid the boy any mind. To Su Wen, he then turned to complain, "If it wasn't for my father blocking me, I would've taken that boy to go see a psychologist ages ago. You can tell him a hundred sentences, but he won't so much as give you a fart back!"}In the blink of an eye, every morsel within that bowl was scrubbed clean. But a boy, one who didn't manage to grab any handfuls, still picked up that bowl to lіck away the bits of soup clinging to the plastic container clean.

The older man's heart chilled. But, after a few more curses, he no longer paid the boy any mind. To Su Wen, he then turned to complain, "If it wasn't for my father blocking me, I would've taken that boy to go see a psychologist ages ago. You can tell him a hundred sentences, but he won't so much as give you a fart back!"

_{309.}N/A

309.

"Drillmaster, I wish to drop out of this school. There's no need to refund the tuition fees; I just..." Qin Mo's thinking was quite simple. He aѕsumed such a school was established for no other purpose than making a profit, and after getting funds, they wouldn't need to put in any effort since all parties would be satisfied. There'd be nothing wrong.

_{Whether it was Qin Mo or the two people in the front seat, all of them were long past the age of people who casually visited the zoo, and only Su Wen would ever propose such an idea amongst them.}
The older man's heart chilled. But, after a few more curses, he no longer paid the boy any mind. To Su Wen, he then turned to complain, "If it wasn't for my father blocking me, I would've taken that boy to go see a psychologist ages ago. You can tell him a hundred sentences, but he won't so much as give you a fart back!"

Whether it was Qin Mo or the two people in the front seat, all of them were long past the age of people who casually visited the zoo, and only Su Wen would ever propose such an idea amongst them.

_{Whether it was Qin Mo or the two people in the front seat, all of them were long past the age of people who casually visited the zoo, and only Su Wen would ever propose such an idea amongst them.}In the blink of an eye, every morsel within that bowl was scrubbed clean. But a boy, one who didn't manage to grab any handfuls, still picked up that bowl to lіck away the bits of soup clinging to the plastic container clean.

Whether it was Qin Mo or the two people in the front seat, all of them were long past the age of people who casually visited the zoo, and only Su Wen would ever propose such an idea amongst them.

_{In the blink of an eye, every morsel within that bowl was scrubbed clean. But a boy, one who didn't manage to grab any handfuls, still picked up that bowl to lіck away the bits of soup clinging to the plastic container clean.}Yang Fanghong's slap left a handprint behind, immediately swelling Qin Mo's cheek. His glaѕses had also flown off, and the corners of his lips were bleeding.

In the blink of an eye, every morsel within that bowl was scrubbed clean. But a boy, one who didn't manage to grab any handfuls, still picked up that bowl to lіck away the bits of soup clinging to the plastic container clean.

_{So when Qin Mo walked in right then, he swore he had entered the wrong place.}N/A

So when Qin Mo walked in right then, he swore he had entered the wrong place.

_{"Let me go!" Qin Mo's voice was already hoarse, and right then it was even more grating on the ear as he snarled.}
"A'Jun..." Seemingly angered, Su Wen ardently defended Qin Mo. "Our situation did happen rather suddenly, after all. Momo is still a young boy, too, so it's perfectly normal for him to not accept it in such a short period of time."

"Let me go!" Qin Mo's voice was already hoarse, and right then it was even more grating on the ear as he snarled.

_{{What kind of... How the hell did I end up getting into such a place?}}Leisurely, Qin Mo lifted his gaze. Now a pair of phoenix eyes, the mirror image of his birth mother's, stared coolly at Qin Hongjun through the rear-view mirror's reflection.

What kind of... How the hell did I end up getting into such a place?

_{Upon hearing that man state the reason, Qin Mo lifted his head to explain, "But I'm not mentally ill. I..." {can make decisions on my own behalf.}}Slap!

Upon hearing that man state the reason, Qin Mo lifted his head to explain, "But I'm not mentally ill. I..." can make decisions on my own behalf.

_309.
"Bull! Which part of him is still a young boy?" Qin Hongjun yelled from the top of his lungs. "When I was sixteen years old, I was already learning how to shoot from a turret as a soldier!"

309.

_{It was just Qin Mo, himself, who never saw such a move coming. His father, a man who already regarded him with indifference, really was capable of taking advantage of Qin Mo's grandfather's illness to send his son to such a place.}"Bull! Which part of him is still a young boy?" Qin Hongjun yelled from the top of his lungs. "When I was sixteen years old, I was already learning how to shoot from a turret as a soldier!"

It was just Qin Mo, himself, who never saw such a move coming. His father, a man who already regarded him with indifference, really was capable of taking advantage of Qin Mo's grandfather's illness to send his son to such a place.

_{What a fυcking joke.}
Su Wen no longer tried to console him.

What a fυcking joke.

_{XX Self-improvement Academy. He had heard of this place before.}Upon entering a building, he was hit with an instant wave of mustiness. It was a strange mixture of smells, like sweat that had turned sour. By the time he got to the third floor, the scent was now mixed with what could only simply be described as faecal matter. Both noxious odours melded, creating a new odour that was especially foul in its stink.

XX Self-improvement Academy. He had heard of this place before. It was a place that claimed their main focus was on psychological counselling of the students there, supplemented by military-styled management, and specialised in rehabilitating troubled youth. But everything said was nothing but a "claim," because when facing a group of teens notorious for doing bad deeds, the kind of methods that the school would utilise was something that Qin Mo could easily imagine.

_{{What a fυcking joke.}}Qin Mo looked at the group of buildings that resembled a set of old apartments, then at the sports ground that was only made up of dirt. The wall surrounding that place was the only thing that seemed new; they went up quite high and had barbed wires planted at the top of their sturdy-looking bricks. As for the gate, it looked expensive—maѕsive—just like the ones a person would see in a prison.

What a fυcking joke.

_{Upon hearing that man state the reason, Qin Mo lifted his head to explain, "But I'm not mentally ill. I..." can make decisions on my own behalf.}
Qin Mo looked on at the couple frigidly. His forty-something-year-old father and his stepmother, aged around twenty-seven or so, made such a sight that a stream of laughter almost burst out of him.

Upon hearing that man state the reason, Qin Mo lifted his head to explain, "But I'm not mentally ill. I..." can make decisions on my own behalf.

_{[How's grandpa doing?]}A family trip?

[How's grandpa doing?]

_{Before him was a group of teenage boys, all dressed in the same camouflage-patterned uniforms and sporting shaved heads like prisoners, crowding around the centre of the room where a dirty plastic bowl sat filled with some greasy-looking stew. With blackened fingers resembling sticks of charcoal, those boys scooped up handfuls of stew and stuffed them into their mouths.}What kind of... How the hell did I end up getting into such a place?

Before him was a group of teenage boys, all dressed in the same camouflage-patterned uniforms and sporting shaved heads like prisoners, crowding around the centre of the room where a dirty plastic bowl sat filled with some greasy-looking stew. With blackened fingers resembling sticks of charcoal, those boys scooped up handfuls of stew and stuffed them into their mouths.

_{Qin Mo now spent his time casting disinterested looks at a random magazine and then at the unfamiliar scene outside his window, when that too became a bore. The scene outside kept getting more desolate as time went on until the car stopped in the courtyard of a place that looked more like a third-tier university than any place where animals were held.}
What a fυcking joke.

Qin Mo now spent his time casting disinterested looks at a random magazine and then at the unfamiliar scene outside his window, when that too became a bore. The scene outside kept getting more desolate as time went on until the car stopped in the courtyard of a place that looked more like a third-tier university than any place where animals were held.

_{{What a fυcking joke.}}He was a boy who had been spoiled by his grandfather. A boy who was used to making decisions all on his own rather than letting that irresponsible father of his do so. He had grown so used to it, that he had currently forgotten that in the column where his legal guardian was required, written there, was still Qin Hongjun's name.

What a fυcking joke.

_{"Qin Mo, was it? I'm your instructor, your drillmaster, you could say, and I'll be responsible for you while you're inside these gates." Yang Fanghong let out another puff of smoke and raised his eyebrows. "It's best to be honest while you're in here. Obedience will only benefit you. It won't bring any harm your way."}
Qin Mo now lowered his head and pulled out his phone. His finger moved swiftly as he typed and sent a message.

"Qin Mo, was it? I'm your instructor, your drillmaster, you could say, and I'll be responsible for you while you're inside these gates." Yang Fanghong let out another puff of smoke and raised his eyebrows. "It's best to be honest while you're in here. Obedience will only benefit you. It won't bring any harm your way."

_{Never in his wildest dreams did Qin Mo ever think there would be a day he would be sent to this place. But his current reality made the following two words the first thought to properly cross his mind: {A scheme.}}Upon hearing that man state the reason, Qin Mo lifted his head to explain, "But I'm not mentally ill. I..." can make decisions on my own behalf.

_N/AYang Fanghong narrowed his eyes, then flіcked off a long piece of cigarette ash. "Drop out? Are you an adult yet? Your father said you were mentally ill, so when we get you all cured, that'll be when we will let you go."

N/A

_{Qin Mo now lowered his head and pulled out his phone. His finger moved swiftly as he typed and sent a message.}Now, outside his open door, two burly men stood wearing camouflaged-coloured outfits. They grabbed him by his collar, like he was a chicken in a coop, lifting him out of the car with ease. Qin Mo never so much as got the chance to react before he was dragged inside the building by the musclebound two.

Qin Mo now lowered his head and pulled out his phone. His finger moved swiftly as he typed and sent a message.

_{Su Wen no longer tried to console him.}
[How's grandpa doing?]

Su Wen no longer tried to console him.

_{"In this school, you are whatever I say you are." Yang Fanghong then grasped Qin Mo by the collar, drops of spittle almost aѕsaulting the slapped boy's face.}Then, not long after the message was sent, the screen of the phone in Qin Mo's hand suddenly shut off.

_{V1C01: Forced Enrollment}309.

V1C01: Forced Enrollment

_{Then, after a while, the screen of the phone put in silent mode finally lit up.}XX Self-improvement Academy. He had heard of this place before. It was a place that claimed their main focus was on psychological counselling of the students there, supplemented by military-styled management, and specialised in rehabilitating troubled youth. But everything said was nothing but a "claim," because when facing a group of teens notorious for doing bad deeds, the kind of methods that the school would utilise was something that Qin Mo could easily imagine.

Then, after a while, the screen of the phone put in silent mode finally lit up.

_{[XX Self-improvement Academy]}
Then, after a while, the screen of the phone put in silent mode finally lit up.

[XX Self-improvement Academy]

_N/AUpon hearing that man state the reason, Qin Mo lifted his head to explain, "But I'm not mentally ill. I..." can make decisions on my own behalf.

N/A

_{Qin Mo sat alone in the back seat, quietly reading a magazine. He was unwilling to pay that woman any attention, not even willing to part with just a second of his gaze.}V1C01: Forced Enrollment

Qin Mo sat alone in the back seat, quietly reading a magazine. He was unwilling to pay that woman any attention, not even willing to part with just a second of his gaze.

_{Then, not long after the message was sent, the screen of the phone in Qin Mo's hand suddenly shut off.}[How's grandpa doing?]

Then, not long after the message was sent, the screen of the phone in Qin Mo's hand suddenly shut off.

_{It was noon right then—lunchtime—12 p.m. on the dot.}What a fυcking joke.

It was noon right then—lunchtime—12 p.m. on the dot.

_{V1C01: Forced Enrollment}
[The doctor said the best result right now is if there's no change in his situation. Grandpa had been calling out for you a lot in a haze recently, too. When are you coming for a visit?]

V1C01: Forced Enrollment

_{"In this school, you are whatever I say you are." Yang Fanghong then grasped Qin Mo by the collar, drops of spittle almost aѕsaulting the slapped boy's face.}Damn it, I forgot to charge it. After cursing to himself, Qin Mo again focused on the magazine before his eyes.

_{Yang Fanghong's slap left a handprint behind, immediately swelling Qin Mo's cheek. His glaѕses had also flown off, and the corners of his lips were bleeding.}Never in his wildest dreams did Qin Mo ever think there would be a day he would be sent to this place. But his current reality made the following two words the first thought to properly cross his mind: A scheme.

Yang Fanghong's slap left a handprint behind, immediately swelling Qin Mo's cheek. His glaѕses had also flown off, and the corners of his lips were bleeding.

_{{Sending message...}}Qin Mo's head hung low for a moment. Then, without making a sound, he bent down to retrieve his black-frаmed glaѕses from the floor, his fingers lightly trembling.

Sending message...

Yang Fanghong narrowed his eyes, then flіcked off a long piece of cigarette ash. "Drop out? Are you an adult yet? Your father said you were mentally ill, so when we get you all cured, that'll be when we will let you go."

_{Qin Mo looked on at the couple frigidly. His forty-something-year-old father and his stepmother, aged around twenty-seven or so, made such a sight that a stream of laughter almost burst out of him.}
Qin Mo frowned, his gaze temporarily lifting towards the two people in front of him—two people who had turned to face each other at some point.

Qin Mo looked on at the couple frigidly. His forty-something-year-old father and his stepmother, aged around twenty-seven or so, made such a sight that a stream of laughter almost burst out of him.

_{[XX Self-improvement Academy]}"Let me go!" Qin Mo's voice was already hoarse, and right then it was even more grating on the ear as he snarled.

[XX Self-improvement Academy]

_{He could see Su Wen's mouth open and close as she said something, but Qin Mo didn't seem as though he could hear what it was she was saying. All he could do was helplessly look on as those iron bars slowly closed before him, and with that, Qin Mo's struggle finally came to an end.}No, this can't be considered a scheme any more. Qin Hongjun had declared publicly more than once that he suspected his son had a mental illness of some sort and had more than expressed his dеsire to send him to a psychiatric clinic or even an asylum.

He could see Su Wen's mouth open and close as she said something, but Qin Mo didn't seem as though he could hear what it was she was saying. All he could do was helplessly look on as those iron bars slowly closed before him, and with that, Qin Mo's struggle finally came to an end.

_{"Qin Mo, when Aunty is talking to you, you should answer her back! Is this how you were taught? Is this how you usually behave? I swear, the older you get, the more disrespectful you become!" Qin Hongjun cast his eyes towards Su Wen's smiling face, then again towards his son's disrespectful behaviour that was rаmped up to the nth degree. The rage in his heart was now boiling, and if not for the car he was currently driving, he would've scolded the life out of that boy to teach him a good lesson.}Whether it was Qin Mo or the two people in the front seat, all of them were long past the age of people who casually visited the zoo, and only Su Wen would ever propose such an idea amongst them.

"Qin Mo, when Aunty is talking to you, you should answer her back! Is this how you were taught? Is this how you usually behave? I swear, the older you get, the more disrespectful you become!" Qin Hongjun cast his eyes towards Su Wen's smiling face, then again towards his son's disrespectful behaviour that was rаmped up to the nth degree. The rage in his heart was now boiling, and if not for the car he was currently driving, he would've scolded the life out of that boy to teach him a good lesson.

_{"A'Jun..." Seemingly angered, Su Wen ardently defended Qin Mo. "Our situation did happen rather suddenly, after all. Momo is still a young boy, too, so it's perfectly normal for him to not accept it in such a short period of time."}
[The day after tomorrow. Help buy me a ticket, alright?]

"A'Jun..." Seemingly angered, Su Wen ardently defended Qin Mo. "Our situation did happen rather suddenly, after all. Momo is still a young boy, too, so it's perfectly normal for him to not accept it in such a short period of time."

_{Never in his wildest dreams did Qin Mo ever think there would be a day he would be sent to this place. But his current reality made the following two words the first thought to properly cross his mind: {A scheme.}}The older man's heart chilled. But, after a few more curses, he no longer paid the boy any mind. To Su Wen, he then turned to complain, "If it wasn't for my father blocking me, I would've taken that boy to go see a psychologist ages ago. You can tell him a hundred sentences, but he won't so much as give you a fart back!"

_{Especially since just a year prior, there was a rumour circling about a person who had died inside. Furthermore, for some reason, the incident went ignored with no investigation, as though it were settled. It was as if they were afraid the real inside story of what went on within those ageing walls was too inhumane to tell those living freely beyond them.}In the blink of an eye, every morsel within that bowl was scrubbed clean. But a boy, one who didn't manage to grab any handfuls, still picked up that bowl to lіck away the bits of soup clinging to the plastic container clean.

Especially since just a year prior, there was a rumour circling about a person who had died inside. Furthermore, for some reason, the incident went ignored with no investigation, as though it were settled. It was as if they were afraid the real inside story of what went on within those ageing walls was too inhumane to tell those living freely beyond them.

_{Then, after a while, the screen of the phone put in silent mode finally lit up.}
Then, not long after the message was sent, the screen of the phone in Qin Mo's hand suddenly shut off.

Then, after a while, the screen of the phone put in silent mode finally lit up.

_{V1C01: Forced Enrollment}Qin Mo felt his stomach churn; it was a surge of waves.

V1C01: Forced Enrollment

_{Leisurely, Qin Mo lifted his gaze. Now a pair of phoenix eyes, the mirror image of his birth mother's, stared coolly at Qin Hongjun through the rear-view mirror's reflection.}"Qin Mo, was it? I'm your instructor, your drillmaster, you could say, and I'll be responsible for you while you're inside these gates." Yang Fanghong let out another puff of smoke and raised his eyebrows. "It's best to be honest while you're in here. Obedience will only benefit you. It won't bring any harm your way."

Leisurely, Qin Mo lifted his gaze. Now a pair of phoenix eyes, the mirror image of his birth mother's, stared coolly at Qin Hongjun through the rear-view mirror's reflection.

_{Qin Mo sat alone in the back seat, quietly reading a magazine. He was unwilling to pay that woman any attention, not even willing to part with just a second of his gaze.}
Damn it, I forgot to charge it. After cursing to himself, Qin Mo again focused on the magazine before his eyes.

Qin Mo sat alone in the back seat, quietly reading a magazine. He was unwilling to pay that woman any attention, not even willing to part with just a second of his gaze.

_{{Is this rally a zoo?}}What kind of... How the hell did I end up getting into such a place?

Is this rally a zoo?

_{{A family trip?}}XX Self-improvement Academy. He had heard of this place before. It was a place that claimed their main focus was on psychological counselling of the students there, supplemented by military-styled management, and specialised in rehabilitating troubled youth. But everything said was nothing but a "claim," because when facing a group of teens notorious for doing bad deeds, the kind of methods that the school would utilise was something that Qin Mo could easily imagine.

A family trip?

_{Yang Fanghong, the man in question, then walked out of a room with a cigarette hanging from his lips. Once he was standing in front of Qin Mo, he blew out the smoke in his mouth with a puff, straight into Qin Mo's face, causing him to cough and cough.}Upon hearing that man state the reason, Qin Mo lifted his head to explain, "But I'm not mentally ill. I..." can make decisions on my own behalf.

Yang Fanghong, the man in question, then walked out of a room with a cigarette hanging from his lips. Once he was standing in front of Qin Mo, he blew out the smoke in his mouth with a puff, straight into Qin Mo's face, causing him to cough and cough.

_{He could see Su Wen's mouth open and close as she said something, but Qin Mo didn't seem as though he could hear what it was she was saying. All he could do was helplessly look on as those iron bars slowly closed before him, and with that, Qin Mo's struggle finally came to an end.}
Whether it was Qin Mo or the two people in the front seat, all of them were long past the age of people who casually visited the zoo, and only Su Wen would ever propose such an idea amongst them.

Whether it was Qin Mo or the two people in the front seat, all of them were long past the age of people who casually visited the zoo, and only Su Wen would ever propose such an idea amongst them.

_{[How's grandpa doing?]}Qin Mo parted his lips to ask, but the car door was pulled open before he could voice a word.

[How's grandpa doing?]

_{XX Self-improvement Academy. He had heard of this place before.}
Qin Mo now spent his time casting disinterested looks at a random magazine and then at the unfamiliar scene outside his window, when that too became a bore. The scene outside kept getting more desolate as time went on until the car stopped in the courtyard of a place that looked more like a third-tier university than any place where animals were held.

_{It was noon right then—lunchtime—12 p.m. on the dot.}Leisurely, Qin Mo lifted his gaze. Now a pair of phoenix eyes, the mirror image of his birth mother's, stared coolly at Qin Hongjun through the rear-view mirror's reflection.

It was noon right then—lunchtime—12 p.m. on the dot.

_{[The day after tomorrow. Help buy me a ticket, alright?]}Yang Fanghong, the man in question, then walked out of a room with a cigarette hanging from his lips. Once he was standing in front of Qin Mo, he blew out the smoke in his mouth with a puff, straight into Qin Mo's face, causing him to cough and cough.

[The day after tomorrow. Help buy me a ticket, alright?]

_{No, this can't be considered a scheme any more. Qin Hongjun had declared publicly more than once that he suspected his son had a mental illness of some sort and had more than expressed his dеsire to send him to a psychiatric clinic or even an asylum.}
[XX Self-improvement Academy]

_{It was just Qin Mo, himself, who never saw such a move coming. His father, a man who already regarded him with indifference, really was capable of taking advantage of Qin Mo's grandfather's illness to send his son to such a place.}Then, not long after the message was sent, the screen of the phone in Qin Mo's hand suddenly shut off.

_{Knocking on the door, he pushed it open and walked in.}Then, after a while, the screen of the phone put in silent mode finally lit up.

Knocking on the door, he pushed it open and walked in.

_{Qin Mo frowned, his gaze temporarily lifting towards the two people in front of him—two people who had turned to face each other at some point.}
Qin Mo looked at the group of buildings that resembled a set of old apartments, then at the sports ground that was only made up of dirt. The wall surrounding that place was the only thing that seemed new; they went up quite high and had barbed wires planted at the top of their sturdy-looking bricks. As for the gate, it looked expensive—maѕsive—just like the ones a person would see in a prison.

Qin Mo frowned, his gaze temporarily lifting towards the two people in front of him—two people who had turned to face each other at some point.

_{[XX Self-improvement Academy]}309.

[XX Self-improvement Academy]

_{Knocking on the door, he pushed it open and walked in.}
Is this rally a zoo?

Knocking on the door, he pushed it open and walked in.

_{He was a boy who had been spoiled by his grandfather. A boy who was used to making decisions all on his own rather than letting that irresponsible father of his do so. He had grown so used to it, that he had currently forgotten that in the column where his legal guardian was required, written there, was still Qin Hongjun's name.}[XX Self-improvement Academy]

He was a boy who had been spoiled by his grandfather. A boy who was used to making decisions all on his own rather than letting that irresponsible father of his do so. He had grown so used to it, that he had currently forgotten that in the column where his legal guardian was required, written there, was still Qin Hongjun's name.

_{[The day after tomorrow. Help buy me a ticket, alright?]}
Qin Mo parted his lips to ask, but the car door was pulled open before he could voice a word.

[The day after tomorrow. Help buy me a ticket, alright?]

_{[How's grandpa doing?]}Before him was a group of teenage boys, all dressed in the same camouflage-patterned uniforms and sporting shaved heads like prisoners, crowding around the centre of the room where a dirty plastic bowl sat filled with some greasy-looking stew. With blackened fingers resembling sticks of charcoal, those boys scooped up handfuls of stew and stuffed them into their mouths.

[How's grandpa doing?]

_{{Is this rally a zoo?}}V1C01: Forced Enrollment

Is this rally a zoo?

_{[XX Self-improvement Academy]}"Let me go!" Qin Mo's voice was already hoarse, and right then it was even more grating on the ear as he snarled.

[XX Self-improvement Academy]

_{Upon entering a building, he was hit with an instant wave of mustiness. It was a strange mixture of smells, like sweat that had turned sour. By the time he got to the third floor, the scent was now mixed with what could only simply be described as faecal matter. Both noxious odours melded, creating a new odour that was especially foul in its stink.}"Let me go!" Qin Mo's voice was already hoarse, and right then it was even more grating on the ear as he snarled.

Upon entering a building, he was hit with an instant wave of mustiness. It was a strange mixture of smells, like sweat that had turned sour. By the time he got to the third floor, the scent was now mixed with what could only simply be described as faecal matter. Both noxious odours melded, creating a new odour that was especially foul in its stink.

_{"Drillmaster, I wish to drop out of this school. There's no need to refund the tuition fees; I just..." Qin Mo's thinking was quite simple. He aѕsumed such a school was established for no other purpose than making a profit, and after getting funds, they wouldn't need to put in any effort since all parties would be satisfied. There'd be nothing wrong.}
Now, outside his open door, two burly men stood wearing camouflaged-coloured outfits. They grabbed him by his collar, like he was a chicken in a coop, lifting him out of the car with ease. Qin Mo never so much as got the chance to react before he was dragged inside the building by the musclebound two.

_{Then, not long after the message was sent, the screen of the phone in Qin Mo's hand suddenly shut off.}XX Self-improvement Academy. He had heard of this place before. It was a place that claimed their main focus was on psychological counselling of the students there, supplemented by military-styled management, and specialised in rehabilitating troubled youth. But everything said was nothing but a "claim," because when facing a group of teens notorious for doing bad deeds, the kind of methods that the school would utilise was something that Qin Mo could easily imagine.

Then, not long after the message was sent, the screen of the phone in Qin Mo's hand suddenly shut off.

_N/A
"Let me go!" Qin Mo's voice was already hoarse, and right then it was even more grating on the ear as he snarled.

N/A

_{Upon hearing that man state the reason, Qin Mo lifted his head to explain, "But I'm not mentally ill. I..." {can make decisions on my own behalf.}}Yang Fanghong's slap left a handprint behind, immediately swelling Qin Mo's cheek. His glaѕses had also flown off, and the corners of his lips were bleeding.

Upon hearing that man state the reason, Qin Mo lifted his head to explain, "But I'm not mentally ill. I..." can make decisions on my own behalf.

_{"Qin Mo, was it? I'm your instructor, your drillmaster, you could say, and I'll be responsible for you while you're inside these gates." Yang Fanghong let out another puff of smoke and raised his eyebrows. "It's best to be honest while you're in here. Obedience will only benefit you. It won't bring any harm your way."}Qin Mo now lowered his head and pulled out his phone. His finger moved swiftly as he typed and sent a message.

_{"Momo, we're going on a family trip together. Are you excited?" Qin Mo's stepmother, Su Wen, smiled warmly as she spoke. "We've never taken a family outing together to have some good ol' fun, have we?"}"Drillmaster, I wish to drop out of this school. There's no need to refund the tuition fees; I just..." Qin Mo's thinking was quite simple. He aѕsumed such a school was established for no other purpose than making a profit, and after getting funds, they wouldn't need to put in any effort since all parties would be satisfied. There'd be nothing wrong.

"Momo, we're going on a family trip together. Are you excited?" Qin Mo's stepmother, Su Wen, smiled warmly as she spoke. "We've never taken a family outing together to have some good ol' fun, have we?"

_{Leisurely, Qin Mo lifted his gaze. Now a pair of phoenix eyes, the mirror image of his birth mother's, stared coolly at Qin Hongjun through the rear-view mirror's reflection.}
But it made not one iota of difference to those guys, because no matter how much he struggled, no matter how much he screamed, his body was dragged further and further away from the Jeep Wrangler he was driven there in just moments.

Leisurely, Qin Mo lifted his gaze. Now a pair of phoenix eyes, the mirror image of his birth mother's, stared coolly at Qin Hongjun through the rear-view mirror's reflection.

_{Upon hearing that man state the reason, Qin Mo lifted his head to explain, "But I'm not mentally ill. I..." {can make decisions on my own behalf.}}Qin Mo now lowered his head and pulled out his phone. His finger moved swiftly as he typed and sent a message.

Upon hearing that man state the reason, Qin Mo lifted his head to explain, "But I'm not mentally ill. I..." can make decisions on my own behalf.

_{Never in his wildest dreams did Qin Mo ever think there would be a day he would be sent to this place. But his current reality made the following two words the first thought to properly cross his mind: {A scheme.}}Qin Mo looked at the group of buildings that resembled a set of old apartments, then at the sports ground that was only made up of dirt. The wall surrounding that place was the only thing that seemed new; they went up quite high and had barbed wires planted at the top of their sturdy-looking bricks. As for the gate, it looked expensive—maѕsive—just like the ones a person would see in a prison.

_{Yang Fanghong narrowed his eyes, then flіcked off a long piece of cigarette ash. "Drop out? Are you an adult yet? Your father said you were mentally ill, so when we get you all cured, that'll be when we will let you go."}
He could see Su Wen's mouth open and close as she said something, but Qin Mo didn't seem as though he could hear what it was she was saying. All he could do was helplessly look on as those iron bars slowly closed before him, and with that, Qin Mo's struggle finally came to an end.

_{He could see Su Wen's mouth open and close as she said something, but Qin Mo didn't seem as though he could hear what it was she was saying. All he could do was helplessly look on as those iron bars slowly closed before him, and with that, Qin Mo's struggle finally came to an end.}Yang Fanghong's slap left a handprint behind, immediately swelling Qin Mo's cheek. His glaѕses had also flown off, and the corners of his lips were bleeding.

_{Qin Mo frowned, his gaze temporarily lifting towards the two people in front of him—two people who had turned to face each other at some point.}In the blink of an eye, every morsel within that bowl was scrubbed clean. But a boy, one who didn't manage to grab any handfuls, still picked up that bowl to lіck away the bits of soup clinging to the plastic container clean.

Qin Mo frowned, his gaze temporarily lifting towards the two people in front of him—two people who had turned to face each other at some point.

_{"Well, look at that. Looks like we got us a good boy this time around.}Qin Mo looked on at the couple frigidly. His forty-something-year-old father and his stepmother, aged around twenty-seven or so, made such a sight that a stream of laughter almost burst out of him.

"Well, look at that. Looks like we got us a good boy this time around." Yang Fanghong swept his gaze over Qin Mo from top to bottom at the boy's simple windbreaker, and his hair, though a bit too long, was still kept black. Looks-wise, the boy appeared gentle—like a refined type of fellow—but his expression had a bit of gloominess to it as well. He had no piercings, no tattoos, nor did he come off like a little prick like the bulk of youth that came his way.

_{Yang Fanghong leisurely walked out of the room after he spoke.}Leisurely, Qin Mo lifted his gaze. Now a pair of phoenix eyes, the mirror image of his birth mother's, stared coolly at Qin Hongjun through the rear-view mirror's reflection.

Yang Fanghong leisurely walked out of the room after he spoke.

_{Damn it, I forgot to charge it. After cursing to himself, Qin Mo again focused on the magazine before his eyes.}
XX Self-improvement Academy. He had heard of this place before. It was a place that claimed their main focus was on psychological counselling of the students there, supplemented by military-styled management, and specialised in rehabilitating troubled youth. But everything said was nothing but a "claim," because when facing a group of teens notorious for doing bad deeds, the kind of methods that the school would utilise was something that Qin Mo could easily imagine.

Damn it, I forgot to charge it. After cursing to himself, Qin Mo again focused on the magazine before his eyes.

_{"Qin Mo, was it? I'm your instructor, your drillmaster, you could say, and I'll be responsible for you while you're inside these gates." Yang Fanghong let out another puff of smoke and raised his eyebrows. "It's best to be honest while you're in here. Obedience will only benefit you. It won't bring any harm your way."}Leisurely, Qin Mo lifted his gaze. Now a pair of phoenix eyes, the mirror image of his birth mother's, stared coolly at Qin Hongjun through the rear-view mirror's reflection.

_{"Qin Mo, when Aunty is talking to you, you should answer her back! Is this how you were taught? Is this how you usually behave? I swear, the older you get, the more disrespectful you become!" Qin Hongjun cast his eyes towards Su Wen's smiling face, then again towards his son's disrespectful behaviour that was rаmped up to the nth degree. The rage in his heart was now boiling, and if not for the car he was currently driving, he would've scolded the life out of that boy to teach him a good lesson.}
Especially since just a year prior, there was a rumour circling about a person who had died inside. Furthermore, for some reason, the incident went ignored with no investigation, as though it were settled. It was as if they were afraid the real inside story of what went on within those ageing walls was too inhumane to tell those living freely beyond them.

_{Yang Fanghong leisurely walked out of the room after he spoke.}Especially since just a year prior, there was a rumour circling about a person who had died inside. Furthermore, for some reason, the incident went ignored with no investigation, as though it were settled. It was as if they were afraid the real inside story of what went on within those ageing walls was too inhumane to tell those living freely beyond them.

Yang Fanghong leisurely walked out of the room after he spoke.

_{A few boys, much skinnier than the rest, even got pushed off to the side.}
Never in his wildest dreams did Qin Mo ever think there would be a day he would be sent to this place. But his current reality made the following two words the first thought to properly cross his mind: A scheme.

A few boys, much skinnier than the rest, even got pushed off to the side.

_{In the blink of an eye, every morsel within that bowl was scrubbed clean. But a boy, one who didn't manage to grab any handfuls, still picked up that bowl to lіck away the bits of soup clinging to the plastic container clean.}Qin Mo looked at the group of buildings that resembled a set of old apartments, then at the sports ground that was only made up of dirt. The wall surrounding that place was the only thing that seemed new; they went up quite high and had barbed wires planted at the top of their sturdy-looking bricks. As for the gate, it looked expensive—maѕsive—just like the ones a person would see in a prison.

_{{Is this rally a zoo?}}The two burly men noticed he was no longer struggling, so they released their hold. They still maintained their guard around him, however, pushing and shoving him, one after the other, down the long corridor of the tube-shaped dormitories.

Is this rally a zoo?

_{Qin Mo frowned, his gaze temporarily lifting towards the two people in front of him—two people who had turned to face each other at some point.}A family trip?

Qin Mo frowned, his gaze temporarily lifting towards the two people in front of him—two people who had turned to face each other at some point.

_{"Bull! Which part of him is still a young boy?" Qin Hongjun yelled from the top of his lungs. "When I was sixteen years old, I was already learning how to shoot from a turret as a soldier!"}
No, this can't be considered a scheme any more. Qin Hongjun had declared publicly more than once that he suspected his son had a mental illness of some sort and had more than expressed his dеsire to send him to a psychiatric clinic or even an asylum.

"Bull! Which part of him is still a young boy?" Qin Hongjun yelled from the top of his lungs. "When I was sixteen years old, I was already learning how to shoot from a turret as a soldier!"

_{Qin Mo looked on at the couple frigidly. His forty-something-year-old father and his stepmother, aged around twenty-seven or so, made such a sight that a stream of laughter almost burst out of him.}"Well, look at that. Looks like we got us a good boy this time around." Yang Fanghong swept his gaze over Qin Mo from top to bottom at the boy's simple windbreaker, and his hair, though a bit too long, was still kept black. Looks-wise, the boy appeared gentle—like a refined type of fellow—but his expression had a bit of gloominess to it as well. He had no piercings, no tattoos, nor did he come off like a little prick like the bulk of youth that came his way.

Qin Mo looked on at the couple frigidly. His forty-something-year-old father and his stepmother, aged around twenty-seven or so, made such a sight that a stream of laughter almost burst out of him.

_{So when Qin Mo walked in right then, he swore he had entered the wrong place.}It was noon right then—lunchtime—12 p.m. on the dot.

So when Qin Mo walked in right then, he swore he had entered the wrong place.

_{Slap!}"Qin Mo, was it? I'm your instructor, your drillmaster, you could say, and I'll be responsible for you while you're inside these gates." Yang Fanghong let out another puff of smoke and raised his eyebrows. "It's best to be honest while you're in here. Obedience will only benefit you. It won't bring any harm your way."

Slap!

_{Sending message...}
It was just Qin Mo, himself, who never saw such a move coming. His father, a man who already regarded him with indifference, really was capable of taking advantage of Qin Mo's grandfather's illness to send his son to such a place.

Sending message...

_N/AQin Mo felt his stomach churn; it was a surge of waves.

N/A

_{The older man's heart chilled. But, after a few more curses, he no longer paid the boy any mind. To Su Wen, he then turned to complain, "If it wasn't for my father blocking me, I would've taken that boy to go see a psychologist ages ago. You can tell him a hundred sentences, but he won't so much as give you a fart back!"}
The two burly men noticed he was no longer struggling, so they released their hold. They still maintained their guard around him, however, pushing and shoving him, one after the other, down the long corridor of the tube-shaped dormitories.

_{Qin Mo sat alone in the back seat, quietly reading a magazine. He was unwilling to pay that woman any attention, not even willing to part with just a second of his gaze.}Qin Mo felt his stomach churn; it was a surge of waves.

Qin Mo sat alone in the back seat, quietly reading a magazine. He was unwilling to pay that woman any attention, not even willing to part with just a second of his gaze.

_{Now, outside his open door, two burly men stood wearing camouflaged-coloured outfits. They grabbed him by his collar, like he was a chicken in a coop, lifting him out of the car with ease. Qin Mo never so much as got the chance to react before he was dragged inside the building by the musclebound two.}[The day after tomorrow. Help buy me a ticket, alright?]

_{Qin Mo looked at the group of buildings that resembled a set of old apartments, then at the sports ground that was only made up of dirt. The wall surrounding that place was the only thing that seemed new; they went up quite high and had barbed wires planted at the top of their sturdy-looking bricks.}
Upon entering a building, he was hit with an instant wave of mustiness. It was a strange mixture of smells, like sweat that had turned sour. By the time he got to the third floor, the scent was now mixed with what could only simply be described as faecal matter. Both noxious odours melded, creating a new odour that was especially foul in its stink.

Qin Mo looked at the group of buildings that resembled a set of old apartments, then at the sports ground that was only made up of dirt. The wall surrounding that place was the only thing that seemed new; they went up quite high and had barbed wires planted at the top of their sturdy-looking bricks. As for the gate, it looked expensive—maѕsive—just like the ones a person would see in a prison.

_{Qin Mo looked at the group of buildings that resembled a set of old apartments, then at the sports ground that was only made up of dirt. The wall surrounding that place was the only thing that seemed new; they went up quite high and had barbed wires planted at the top of their sturdy-looking bricks.}The two burly men noticed he was no longer struggling, so they released their hold. They still maintained their guard around him, however, pushing and shoving him, one after the other, down the long corridor of the tube-shaped dormitories.

_{Qin Mo frowned, his gaze temporarily lifting towards the two people in front of him—two people who had turned to face each other at some point.}Qin Mo parted his lips to ask, but the car door was pulled open before he could voice a word.

Qin Mo frowned, his gaze temporarily lifting towards the two people in front of him—two people who had turned to face each other at some point.

_{A family trip?}
"Officer Yang, we brought you a new student." One of the men behind him shouted from within the halls.

A family trip?

_{Yang Fanghong leisurely walked out of the room after he spoke.}Qin Mo now spent his time casting disinterested looks at a random magazine and then at the unfamiliar scene outside his window, when that too became a bore. The scene outside kept getting more desolate as time went on until the car stopped in the courtyard of a place that looked more like a third-tier university than any place where animals were held.

Yang Fanghong leisurely walked out of the room after he spoke.

_{Leisurely, Qin Mo lifted his gaze. Now a pair of phoenix eyes, the mirror image of his birth mother's, stared coolly at Qin Hongjun through the rear-view mirror's reflection.}Yang Fanghong leisurely walked out of the room after he spoke.

Leisurely, Qin Mo lifted his gaze. Now a pair of phoenix eyes, the mirror image of his birth mother's, stared coolly at Qin Hongjun through the rear-view mirror's reflection.

_{Yang Fanghong leisurely walked out of the room after he spoke.}Qin Mo parted his lips to ask, but the car door was pulled open before he could voice a word.

Yang Fanghong leisurely walked out of the room after he spoke.

_{[The doctor said the best result right now is if there's no change in his situation. Grandpa had been calling out for you a lot in a haze recently, too. When are you coming for a visit?]}
Yang Fanghong, the man in question, then walked out of a room with a cigarette hanging from his lips. Once he was standing in front of Qin Mo, he blew out the smoke in his mouth with a puff, straight into Qin Mo's face, causing him to cough and cough.

[The doctor said the best result right now is if there's no change in his situation. Grandpa had been calling out for you a lot in a haze recently, too. When are you coming for a visit?]

_{{No, this can't be considered a scheme any more.} Qin Hongjun had declared publicly more than once that he suspected his son had a mental illness of some sort and had more than expressed his dеsire to send him to a psychiatric clinic or even an asylum.}After loosening Qin Mo's collar, he motioned for the two guards to leave, then tidied up his camouflaged-coloured uniform. "You've got an hour to shave your head, change your clothes, and hand over all your communication devices. You'll be staying in room 309. I'll be checking to see if you still look this pathetic this afternoon. Find your way there yourself."

_{Yang Fanghong narrowed his eyes, then flіcked off a long piece of cigarette ash. "Drop out? Are you an adult yet? Your father said you were mentally ill, so when we get you all cured, that'll be when we will let you go."}The two burly men noticed he was no longer struggling, so they released their hold. They still maintained their guard around him, however, pushing and shoving him, one after the other, down the long corridor of the tube-shaped dormitories.

_{"Qin Mo, was it? I'm your instructor, your drillmaster, you could say, and I'll be responsible for you while you're inside these gates." Yang Fanghong let out another puff of smoke and raised his eyebrows. "It's best to be honest while you're in here. Obedience will only benefit you. It won't bring any harm your way."}[The day after tomorrow. Help buy me a ticket, alright?]

_{In the blink of an eye, every morsel within that bowl was scrubbed clean. But a boy, one who didn't manage to grab any handfuls, still picked up that bowl to lіck away the bits of soup clinging to the plastic container clean.}
"Well, look at that. Looks like we got us a good boy this time around." Yang Fanghong swept his gaze over Qin Mo from top to bottom at the boy's simple windbreaker, and his hair, though a bit too long, was still kept black. Looks-wise, the boy appeared gentle—like a refined type of fellow—but his expression had a bit of gloominess to it as well. He had no piercings, no tattoos, nor did he come off like a little prick like the bulk of youth that came his way.

_{The two burly men noticed he was no longer struggling, so they released their hold. They still maintained their guard around him, however, pushing and shoving him, one after the other, down the long corridor of the tube-shaped dormitories.}He was a boy who had been spoiled by his grandfather. A boy who was used to making decisions all on his own rather than letting that irresponsible father of his do so. He had grown so used to it, that he had currently forgotten that in the column where his legal guardian was required, written there, was still Qin Hongjun's name.

_{What kind of... How the hell did I end up getting into such a place?}
"Qin Mo, was it? I'm your instructor, your drillmaster, you could say, and I'll be responsible for you while you're inside these gates." Yang Fanghong let out another puff of smoke and raised his eyebrows. "It's best to be honest while you're in here. Obedience will only benefit you. It won't bring any harm your way."

What kind of... How the hell did I end up getting into such a place?

_{309.}Su Wen no longer tried to console him.

309.

_{{What kind of... How the hell did I end up getting into such a place?}}"Momo, we're going on a family trip together. Are you excited?" Qin Mo's stepmother, Su Wen, smiled warmly as she spoke. "We've never taken a family outing together to have some good ol' fun, have we?"

What kind of... How the hell did I end up getting into such a place?

_{A few boys, much skinnier than the rest, even got pushed off to the side.}This so-called self-improvement academy might be a lot harsher and stricter than I had originally imagined. Perhaps... even violence might be commonplace.

A few boys, much skinnier than the rest, even got pushed off to the side.

_{Before him was a group of teenage boys, all dressed in the same camouflage-patterned uniforms and sporting shaved heads like prisoners, crowding around the centre of the room where a dirty plastic bowl sat filled with some greasy-looking stew. With blackened fingers resembling sticks of charcoal, those boys scooped up handfuls of stew and stuffed them into their mouths.}Qin Mo parted his lips to ask, but the car door was pulled open before he could voice a word.

_{Yang Fanghong, the man in question, then walked out of a room with a cigarette hanging from his lips. Once he was standing in front of Qin Mo, he blew out the smoke in his mouth with a puff, straight into Qin Mo's face, causing him to cough and cough.}
"Drillmaster, I wish to drop out of this school. There's no need to refund the tuition fees; I just..." Qin Mo's thinking was quite simple. He aѕsumed such a school was established for no other purpose than making a profit, and after getting funds, they wouldn't need to put in any effort since all parties would be satisfied. There'd be nothing wrong.

_{Qin Mo frowned, his gaze temporarily lifting towards the two people in front of him—two people who had turned to face each other at some point.}It was noon right then—lunchtime—12 p.m. on the dot.

Qin Mo frowned, his gaze temporarily lifting towards the two people in front of him—two people who had turned to face each other at some point.

_{"In this school, you are whatever I say you are." Yang Fanghong then grasped Qin Mo by the collar, drops of spittle almost aѕsaulting the slapped boy's face.}A few boys, much skinnier than the rest, even got pushed off to the side.

_{Slap!}Slap!

Slap!

_{Yang Fanghong's slap left a handprint behind, immediately swelling Qin Mo's cheek. His glaѕses had also flown off, and the corners of his lips were bleeding.}A few boys, much skinnier than the rest, even got pushed off to the side.

Yang Fanghong's slap left a handprint behind, immediately swelling Qin Mo's cheek. His glaѕses had also flown off, and the corners of his lips were bleeding.

_{Before him was a group of teenage boys, all dressed in the same camouflage-patterned uniforms and sporting shaved heads like prisoners, crowding around the centre of the room where a dirty plastic bowl sat filled with some greasy-looking stew. With blackened fingers resembling sticks of charcoal, those boys scooped up handfuls of stew and stuffed them into their mouths.}
Yang Fanghong narrowed his eyes, then flіcked off a long piece of cigarette ash. "Drop out? Are you an adult yet? Your father said you were mentally ill, so when we get you all cured, that'll be when we will let you go."

_{[The doctor said the best result right now is if there's no change in his situation. Grandpa had been calling out for you a lot in a haze recently, too. When are you coming for a visit?]}Raking back his bangs with his fingers, he spat out a mouthful of blood, which only lessened the metallic taste on his tongue. He then lifted his head and looked around, one by one, for the nameplate.

[The doctor said the best result right now is if there's no change in his situation. Grandpa had been calling out for you a lot in a haze recently, too. When are you coming for a visit?]

_{"In this school, you are whatever I say you are." Yang Fanghong then grasped Qin Mo by the collar, drops of spittle almost aѕsaulting the slapped boy's face.}
Upon hearing that man state the reason, Qin Mo lifted his head to explain, "But I'm not mentally ill. I..." can make decisions on my own behalf.

_{Leisurely, Qin Mo lifted his gaze. Now a pair of phoenix eyes, the mirror image of his birth mother's, stared coolly at Qin Hongjun through the rear-view mirror's reflection.}What a fυcking joke.

Leisurely, Qin Mo lifted his gaze. Now a pair of phoenix eyes, the mirror image of his birth mother's, stared coolly at Qin Hongjun through the rear-view mirror's reflection.

_{Then, after a while, the screen of the phone put in silent mode finally lit up.}What kind of... How the hell did I end up getting into such a place?

Then, after a while, the screen of the phone put in silent mode finally lit up.

_{Qin Mo sat alone in the back seat, quietly reading a magazine. He was unwilling to pay that woman any attention, not even willing to part with just a second of his gaze.}"In this school, you are whatever I say you are." Yang Fanghong then grasped Qin Mo by the collar, drops of spittle almost aѕsaulting the slapped boy's face. "I don't give a rat's aѕs about what disease you have or about acting like your fυcking mother. When you fall into my hands, the only promise I make is that I'll strip every single one of your bad habits away. You only get to leave here after you learn to obey my every word, boy. So if you want to leave here, go get that guardian of yours to sign off on it."

Qin Mo sat alone in the back seat, quietly reading a magazine. He was unwilling to pay that woman any attention, not even willing to part with just a second of his gaze.

_{This so-called self-improvement academy might be a lot harsher and stricter than I had originally imagined. Perhaps... even violence might be commonplace.}
Slap!

This so-called self-improvement academy might be a lot harsher and stricter than I had originally imagined. Perhaps... even violence might be commonplace.

_N/A"Officer Yang, we brought you a new student." One of the men behind him shouted from within the halls.

N/A

_{Yang Fanghong's slap left a handprint behind, immediately swelling Qin Mo's cheek. His glaѕses had also flown off, and the corners of his lips were bleeding.}
Yang Fanghong's slap left a handprint behind, immediately swelling Qin Mo's cheek. His glaѕses had also flown off, and the corners of his lips were bleeding.

Yang Fanghong's slap left a handprint behind, immediately swelling Qin Mo's cheek. His glaѕses had also flown off, and the corners of his lips were bleeding.

_{Then, not long after the message was sent, the screen of the phone in Qin Mo's hand suddenly shut off.}He was a boy who had been spoiled by his grandfather. A boy who was used to making decisions all on his own rather than letting that irresponsible father of his do so. He had grown so used to it, that he had currently forgotten that in the column where his legal guardian was required, written there, was still Qin Hongjun's name.

Then, not long after the message was sent, the screen of the phone in Qin Mo's hand suddenly shut off.

_{{Is this rally a zoo?}}"Qin Mo, was it? I'm your instructor, your drillmaster, you could say, and I'll be responsible for you while you're inside these gates." Yang Fanghong let out another puff of smoke and raised his eyebrows. "It's best to be honest while you're in here. Obedience will only benefit you. It won't bring any harm your way."

Is this rally a zoo?

_{Knocking on the door, he pushed it open and walked in.}Qin Mo sat alone in the back seat, quietly reading a magazine. He was unwilling to pay that woman any attention, not even willing to part with just a second of his gaze.

Knocking on the door, he pushed it open and walked in.

_{Qin Mo felt his stomach churn; it was a surge of waves.}
"In this school, you are whatever I say you are." Yang Fanghong then grasped Qin Mo by the collar, drops of spittle almost aѕsaulting the slapped boy's face. "I don't give a rat's aѕs about what disease you have or about acting like your fυcking mother. When you fall into my hands, the only promise I make is that I'll strip every single one of your bad habits away. You only get to leave here after you learn to obey my every word, boy. So if you want to leave here, go get that guardian of yours to sign off on it."

Qin Mo felt his stomach churn; it was a surge of waves.

_{Qin Mo now lowered his head and pulled out his phone. His finger moved swiftly as he typed and sent a message.}Qin Mo parted his lips to ask, but the car door was pulled open before he could voice a word.

Qin Mo now lowered his head and pulled out his phone. His finger moved swiftly as he typed and sent a message.

_{{What kind of... How the hell did I end up getting into such a place?}}Then, not long after the message was sent, the screen of the phone in Qin Mo's hand suddenly shut off.

What kind of... How the hell did I end up getting into such a place?

_{{Sending message...}}No, this can't be considered a scheme any more. Qin Hongjun had declared publicly more than once that he suspected his son had a mental illness of some sort and had more than expressed his dеsire to send him to a psychiatric clinic or even an asylum.

Sending message...

_{Yang Fanghong leisurely walked out of the room after he spoke.}
After loosening Qin Mo's collar, he motioned for the two guards to leave, then tidied up his camouflaged-coloured uniform. "You've got an hour to shave your head, change your clothes, and hand over all your communication devices. You'll be staying in room 309. I'll be checking to see if you still look this pathetic this afternoon. Find your way there yourself."

Yang Fanghong leisurely walked out of the room after he spoke.

_{"In this school, you are whatever I say you are." Yang Fanghong then grasped Qin Mo by the collar, drops of spittle almost aѕsaulting the slapped boy's face.}Knocking on the door, he pushed it open and walked in.

_{[How's grandpa doing?]}
Yang Fanghong leisurely walked out of the room after he spoke.

[How's grandpa doing?]

_{Qin Mo parted his lips to ask, but the car door was pulled open before he could voice a word.}Now, outside his open door, two burly men stood wearing camouflaged-coloured outfits. They grabbed him by his collar, like he was a chicken in a coop, lifting him out of the car with ease. Qin Mo never so much as got the chance to react before he was dragged inside the building by the musclebound two.

Qin Mo parted his lips to ask, but the car door was pulled open before he could voice a word.

_{It was just Qin Mo, himself, who never saw such a move coming. His father, a man who already regarded him with indifference, really was capable of taking advantage of Qin Mo's grandfather's illness to send his son to such a place.}
Qin Mo's head hung low for a moment. Then, without making a sound, he bent down to retrieve his black-frаmed glaѕses from the floor, his fingers lightly trembling.

_{XX Self-improvement Academy. He had heard of this place before.}Yang Fanghong narrowed his eyes, then flіcked off a long piece of cigarette ash. "Drop out? Are you an adult yet? Your father said you were mentally ill, so when we get you all cured, that'll be when we will let you go."

_{Qin Mo sat alone in the back seat, quietly reading a magazine. He was unwilling to pay that woman any attention, not even willing to part with just a second of his gaze.}Damn it, I forgot to charge it. After cursing to himself, Qin Mo again focused on the magazine before his eyes.

Qin Mo sat alone in the back seat, quietly reading a magazine. He was unwilling to pay that woman any attention, not even willing to part with just a second of his gaze.

_{{What a fυcking joke.}}Leisurely, Qin Mo lifted his gaze. Now a pair of phoenix eyes, the mirror image of his birth mother's, stared coolly at Qin Hongjun through the rear-view mirror's reflection.

What a fυcking joke.

_{But it made not one iota of difference to those guys, because no matter how much he struggled, no matter how much he screamed, his body was dragged further and further away from the Jeep Wrangler he was driven there in just moments.}
He was a boy who had been spoiled by his grandfather. A boy who was used to making decisions all on his own rather than letting that irresponsible father of his do so. He had grown so used to it, that he had currently forgotten that in the column where his legal guardian was required, written there, was still Qin Hongjun's name.

_{Now, outside his open door, two burly men stood wearing camouflaged-coloured outfits. They grabbed him by his collar, like he was a chicken in a coop, lifting him out of the car with ease. Qin Mo never so much as got the chance to react before he was dragged inside the building by the musclebound two.}[The doctor said the best result right now is if there's no change in his situation. Grandpa had been calling out for you a lot in a haze recently, too. When are you coming for a visit?]

_{Qin Mo's head hung low for a moment. Then, without making a sound, he bent down to retrieve his black-frаmed glaѕses from the floor, his fingers lightly trembling.}"Bull! Which part of him is still a young boy?" Qin Hongjun yelled from the top of his lungs. "When I was sixteen years old, I was already learning how to shoot from a turret as a soldier!"

Qin Mo's head hung low for a moment. Then, without making a sound, he bent down to retrieve his black-frаmed glaѕses from the floor, his fingers lightly trembling.

_{"Officer Yang, we brought you a new student." One of the men behind him shouted from within the halls.}
This so-called self-improvement academy might be a lot harsher and stricter than I had originally imagined. Perhaps... even violence might be commonplace.

"Officer Yang, we brought you a new student." One of the men behind him shouted from within the halls.

_{[How's grandpa doing?]}This so-called self-improvement academy might be a lot harsher and stricter than I had originally imagined. Perhaps... even violence might be commonplace.

[How's grandpa doing?]

_{"Momo, we're going on a family trip together. Are you excited?" Qin Mo's stepmother, Su Wen, smiled warmly as she spoke. "We've never taken a family outing together to have some good ol' fun, have we?"}
Raking back his bangs with his fingers, he spat out a mouthful of blood, which only lessened the metallic taste on his tongue. He then lifted his head and looked around, one by one, for the nameplate.

Whether it was Qin Mo or the two people in the front seat, all of them were long past the age of people who casually visited the zoo, and only Su Wen would ever propose such an idea amongst them.

_{Knocking on the door, he pushed it open and walked in.}Raking back his bangs with his fingers, he spat out a mouthful of blood, which only lessened the metallic taste on his tongue. He then lifted his head and looked around, one by one, for the nameplate.

Knocking on the door, he pushed it open and walked in.

_{"Well, look at that. Looks like we got us a good boy this time around.}
309.

_{Especially since just a year prior, there was a rumour circling about a person who had died inside. Furthermore, for some reason, the incident went ignored with no investigation, as though it were settled. It was as if they were afraid the real inside story of what went on within those ageing walls was too inhumane to tell those living freely beyond them.}Qin Mo now lowered his head and pulled out his phone. His finger moved swiftly as he typed and sent a message.

_{Whether it was Qin Mo or the two people in the front seat, all of them were long past the age of people who casually visited the zoo, and only Su Wen would ever propose such an idea amongst them.}Before him was a group of teenage boys, all dressed in the same camouflage-patterned uniforms and sporting shaved heads like prisoners, crowding around the centre of the room where a dirty plastic bowl sat filled with some greasy-looking stew. With blackened fingers resembling sticks of charcoal, those boys scooped up handfuls of stew and stuffed them into their mouths.

Whether it was Qin Mo or the two people in the front seat, all of them were long past the age of people who casually visited the zoo, and only Su Wen would ever propose such an idea amongst them.

_{[XX Self-improvement Academy]}After loosening Qin Mo's collar, he motioned for the two guards to leave, then tidied up his camouflaged-coloured uniform. "You've got an hour to shave your head, change your clothes, and hand over all your communication devices. You'll be staying in room 309. I'll be checking to see if you still look this pathetic this afternoon. Find your way there yourself."

[XX Self-improvement Academy]

_{In the blink of an eye, every morsel within that bowl was scrubbed clean. But a boy, one who didn't manage to grab any handfuls, still picked up that bowl to lіck away the bits of soup clinging to the plastic container clean.}Raking back his bangs with his fingers, he spat out a mouthful of blood, which only lessened the metallic taste on his tongue. He then lifted his head and looked around, one by one, for the nameplate.

_{It was noon right then—lunchtime—12 p.m. on the dot.}
It was noon right then—lunchtime—12 p.m. on the dot.

It was noon right then—lunchtime—12 p.m. on the dot.

Whether it was Qin Mo or the two people in the front seat, all of them were long past the age of people who casually visited the zoo, and only Su Wen would ever propose such an idea amongst them.

_{V1C01: Forced Enrollment}Yang Fanghong, the man in question, then walked out of a room with a cigarette hanging from his lips. Once he was standing in front of Qin Mo, he blew out the smoke in his mouth with a puff, straight into Qin Mo's face, causing him to cough and cough.

V1C01: Forced Enrollment

_{Slap!}So when Qin Mo walked in right then, he swore he had entered the wrong place.

Slap!

_{After loosening Qin Mo's collar, he motioned for the two guards to leave, then tidied up his camouflaged-coloured uniform. "You've got an hour to shave your head, change your clothes, and hand over all your communication devices. You'll be staying in room 309. I'll be checking to see if you still look this pathetic this afternoon. Find your way there yourself."}
So when Qin Mo walked in right then, he swore he had entered the wrong place.

After loosening Qin Mo's collar, he motioned for the two guards to leave, then tidied up his camouflaged-coloured uniform. "You've got an hour to shave your head, change your clothes, and hand over all your communication devices. You'll be staying in room 309. I'll be checking to see if you still look this pathetic this afternoon. Find your way there yourself."

_{Yang Fanghong's slap left a handprint behind, immediately swelling Qin Mo's cheek. His glaѕses had also flown off, and the corners of his lips were bleeding.}V1C01: Forced Enrollment

Yang Fanghong's slap left a handprint behind, immediately swelling Qin Mo's cheek. His glaѕses had also flown off, and the corners of his lips were bleeding.

_{Qin Mo's head hung low for a moment. Then, without making a sound, he bent down to retrieve his black-frаmed glaѕses from the floor, his fingers lightly trembling.}
Before him was a group of teenage boys, all dressed in the same camouflage-patterned uniforms and sporting shaved heads like prisoners, crowding around the centre of the room where a dirty plastic bowl sat filled with some greasy-looking stew. With blackened fingers resembling sticks of charcoal, those boys scooped up handfuls of stew and stuffed them into their mouths.

Qin Mo's head hung low for a moment. Then, without making a sound, he bent down to retrieve his black-frаmed glaѕses from the floor, his fingers lightly trembling.

_{The two burly men noticed he was no longer struggling, so they released their hold. They still maintained their guard around him, however, pushing and shoving him, one after the other, down the long corridor of the tube-shaped dormitories.}Now, outside his open door, two burly men stood wearing camouflaged-coloured outfits. They grabbed him by his collar, like he was a chicken in a coop, lifting him out of the car with ease. Qin Mo never so much as got the chance to react before he was dragged inside the building by the musclebound two.

_{Yang Fanghong narrowed his eyes, then flіcked off a long piece of cigarette ash. "Drop out? Are you an adult yet? Your father said you were mentally ill, so when we get you all cured, that'll be when we will let you go."}"A'Jun..." Seemingly angered, Su Wen ardently defended Qin Mo. "Our situation did happen rather suddenly, after all. Momo is still a young boy, too, so it's perfectly normal for him to not accept it in such a short period of time."

_{[XX Self-improvement Academy]}"Qin Mo, was it? I'm your instructor, your drillmaster, you could say, and I'll be responsible for you while you're inside these gates." Yang Fanghong let out another puff of smoke and raised his eyebrows. "It's best to be honest while you're in here. Obedience will only benefit you. It won't bring any harm your way."

[XX Self-improvement Academy]

_{Slap!}"Well, look at that. Looks like we got us a good boy this time around." Yang Fanghong swept his gaze over Qin Mo from top to bottom at the boy's simple windbreaker, and his hair, though a bit too long, was still kept black. Looks-wise, the boy appeared gentle—like a refined type of fellow—but his expression had a bit of gloominess to it as well. He had no piercings, no tattoos, nor did he come off like a little prick like the bulk of youth that came his way.

Slap!

_{Qin Mo now lowered his head and pulled out his phone. His finger moved swiftly as he typed and sent a message.}
A few boys, much skinnier than the rest, even got pushed off to the side.

Qin Mo now lowered his head and pulled out his phone. His finger moved swiftly as he typed and sent a message.

_{309.}Slap!

309.

_{Then, not long after the message was sent, the screen of the phone in Qin Mo's hand suddenly shut off.}
In the blink of an eye, every morsel within that bowl was scrubbed clean. But a boy, one who didn't manage to grab any handfuls, still picked up that bowl to lіck away the bits of soup clinging to the plastic container clean.

Then, not long after the message was sent, the screen of the phone in Qin Mo's hand suddenly shut off.

_{Especially since just a year prior, there was a rumour circling about a person who had died inside. Furthermore, for some reason, the incident went ignored with no investigation, as though it were settled. It was as if they were afraid the real inside story of what went on within those ageing walls was too inhumane to tell those living freely beyond them.}
Qin Mo felt his stomach churn; it was a surge of waves.

_{Leisurely, Qin Mo lifted his gaze. Now a pair of phoenix eyes, the mirror image of his birth mother's, stared coolly at Qin Hongjun through the rear-view mirror's reflection.}The older man's heart chilled. But, after a few more curses, he no longer paid the boy any mind. To Su Wen, he then turned to complain, "If it wasn't for my father blocking me, I would've taken that boy to go see a psychologist ages ago. You can tell him a hundred sentences, but he won't so much as give you a fart back!"

Leisurely, Qin Mo lifted his gaze. Now a pair of phoenix eyes, the mirror image of his birth mother's, stared coolly at Qin Hongjun through the rear-view mirror's reflection.

_Slap!
What kind of... How the hell did I end up getting into such a place?

Slap!

_{Slap!}Then, after a while, the screen of the phone put in silent mode finally lit up.

Slap!

_{Qin Mo felt his stomach churn; it was a surge of waves.}Qin Mo now lowered his head and pulled out his phone. His finger moved swiftly as he typed and sent a message.

Qin Mo felt his stomach churn; it was a surge of waves.

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