The upperclassman saw Henry Bennett standing there dumbfounded and snapped angrily, “If you don’t have any questions, then why did you interrupt me? If you don’t need me to share any experience, at least don’t deliberately disrupt my communication with the other juniors. Wasting other people’s time like this is a crime as serious as premeditated murder!”

“This…” Henry Bennett was never good with words, and after being cut off like that, he was even more at a loss for what to say. Clearly, it was the upperclassman taking advantage of 苏菲娅, but now it looked like Henry Bennett was jealous and deliberately sabotaging the interaction between new and old students. The upperclassman’s scolding drew strange looks from the surrounding teachers and students. Henry Bennett’s face burned with embarrassment, and he wished he could find a hole to crawl into.

“Kid, ask him: during the growth phase of the battle armor, the variable α in the formula relating armor energy and battle armor growth rate—what factors is it related to?” Suddenly, Achilles’s voice echoed in Henry Bennett’s mind. “What formula? What variable α?” “Don’t worry about that. Didn’t that guy want you to ask a question? Just ask him.”

The stares from around him felt scorching. Ms. McLean waddled over, twisting her plump waist, and scolded, “What are you doing? We worked hard to invite upperclassmen to share their experience. If you don’t need it, at least don’t waste other students’ time!”

Henry Bennett gritted his teeth and went for it!

“I have a question. Senior, may I ask: during the growth phase of the battle armor, the variable α in the formula relating armor energy and battle armor growth rate—what factors is it related to?” He repeated Achilles’s exact words, not changing a single character.

The upperclassman was stunned—not just him, but even Kate and the senior male teacher beside her were all taken aback.

“The formula for armor energy and battle armor growth rate… That’s a university-level course! How does he know about that?” The two teachers exchanged glances, thinking the same thing.

The upperclassman was even more dumbfounded: what kind of nonsense formula was that? He’d never even heard of it. What variable α—was this some kind of math formula? He looked pitifully at his own teacher, his eyes seeming to ask: Teacher, are you sure this kid is a freshman?

Henry Bennett had no other thoughts. Seeing the upperclassman open his mouth but say nothing, he simply said, “You don’t know? Then never mind.” With that, he was about to return to his seat, just wanting to escape the awkward situation as quickly as possible.

In his mind, Achilles cursed furiously: “You idiot! A golden opportunity is right in front of you, and you don’t even take the chance to stomp on him for revenge—what kind of man are you?”

Henry Bennett asked in his heart, “How do I stomp on him?” He could clearly feel a surge of indignant anger rising in his mind—it was Achilles: “Let me do it!” Suddenly, Henry Bennett realized he had become Achilles, and Achilles had become him—his control over his body was seized by Achilles, and now he was watching from inside his own mind as Achilles played his part in his body.

He “saw” Achilles turn around with a flourish, stride up to the upperclassman, place both hands on the desk, lean forward, and, towering over him in an imposing manner, shout loudly, “If you don’t understand, don’t pretend you do! With your level, you actually have the nerve to sign up for this exchange? I really don’t know what you have to share with us. Are all upperclassmen like you? Let me tell you, this is a freshman exchange, not a social party for your privileged class. Don’t think the new girls are easy to fool. You’re an incomplete evolutionary interstellar trash lifeform, a stumbling block dragging down the progress of human civilization, a kindergarten child occupying a spot at a mid-tier academy, millennia-old humus, a rotten-lifed, spiritually hollow brain-dead specimen—someone like you coming to this exchange is what’s really wasting my time!”

In a daze, Henry Bennett felt himself return to his own body. He opened his eyes to see David Clark sitting beside him, gazing up at him with pure admiration at a forty-five-degree angle: “Boss, you’re amazing. You didn’t even use a single curse word, but I never would have guessed that you, who usually seem so dull, could be so earth-shattering and soul-stirring when you open your mouth…”

Henry Bennett was so embarrassed he wished he could disappear, but Achilles laughed triumphantly in his mind: “Well? Am I, Achilles, not worthy of being called the number one handsome guy in the universe—perfecting the essence of the cosmos, promoting material cycles, elevating biological taste, enhancing genetic perfection, boosting male stamina, increasing female pleasure, loved by all, flowers bloom at my sight, cars stop for me, and little brothers bow down in worship? Let’s see who dares bully you now!” Henry Bennett was on the verge of tears.

Even Ms. McLean hadn’t expected that this seemingly timid student could scold the upperclassman so thoroughly that he couldn’t even lift his head. She hadn’t yet figured out how to handle the situation when the humiliated upperclassman slammed the table and stood up: “What’s the use of all that talk? If you want to know whether I’m qualified to attend the exchange, why don’t you fight me and find out!”

“Ah…” Henry Bennett was dumbfounded. He had just completed his battle armor fusion and hadn’t even practiced once—he didn’t even know how to use the power of the battle armor. How could he possibly be a match for an upperclassman who had trained for two years? To fight the upperclassman now would be nothing short of offering himself up to be beaten as a punching bag.