It Takes a Pen to Straighten Up B*st*rds

Muscled Brain Idiot

Cale opened the classroom doors and saw everyone, even the bastard White Shit, sitting like some good students who wouldn't do shit. "Woah. did you get cursed, Radish? It's a miracle."

He could hear the audible grunts from Radish but he just smiled and went on teaching them some crap again. The whole class giggled at how Cale handled the most troublesome student of his lifetime.

Even Tunka was obediently sitting prettily while boredly looking at Cale.

Paethon was able to get rid of his bullies after becoming a model, just like his sister, and was even scouted for outside work. It's a good thing that they blended well in school and in this class. Somehow he can't help but think, This class was made for him.

"Tunka. Stay after class."

Everyone looked at him. Somehow, they're surprised that Cale called him out.

"Oh. not in the office. See me outside school, we're going somewhere."

Tunka smirked. "Is that a good place to teach?"

"You'll like it."

But who would have thought that Choi Han, Alver, Rosalyn, and Lark would tag along? Not only that, there's Radish riding his big bike and doing a convoy with his car. It's a good thing he brought his huge car, not his Beatles. If not they'd be cramped sardines in his car.

"Where are we going, Teach?" Radish asked. Cale had his windows open and replied, "To an MMA Coach."

"WHAT?!" shrieked his entire company, with Tunka remaining silent and bored.

"It's one of the gyms owned by the famous Rafael Cordeiro." Cale smirked, "You said you want to fight Tunka."

"Could there be stronger opponents than me?"

"Choi Han and Radish are stronger than you, actually."

Tunka laughs. He can't beat these two, even if he works hard.

"Well, You'll like where I'll take you, just as I promised." Cale stopped the car. Radish parked just beside his car. At the time before the School Gala happened, Cale made a deal with this bastard not to do anything in school. Tunka kept the end of his bargain and now it's his time to do the same to him.

He opened the door of the gym and smiled.

"It's Prof. Cale." One of the young fighters looked at him.

"You seem to be flaring well; I heard you are a Pro-fighter now," he says, glancing at a few fighters Cale previously sponsored.

"It is all thanks to Professor-nim."

"It is incredible that you have all of the connections you require," Alver said.

"It is better to have some than none," he said, smirking. He did not think he would use his connections, but it actually worked in his favour.

A coach approached Cale. He approached him with dignity, even treating Cale as if he owned the place.

"I am here to introduce a good fighter who has not completed high school but wants to fight."

The coach turned to face the four boys who had gathered behind him.

"You have some attractive boys, Professor-nim, but I prefer that burly guy; he has guts."

"I knew you would say that," Cale said, sitting on one of the benches, "do you want to try? These pretty boys can fight as well, but this one *taps Tunka's shoulder*

"All I know is self-defense," Alver explained quietly.

Choi Han and Radish's eyes twinkled as they asked, "Can I give it a shot, teacher-nim/Teach?"

This fucker's head is completely filled with fighting.

"Be your worst."

This will be useful.

Choi Han was the first to enter the ring, but the three-second rule knocked him out, leaving him bruised. Radish also entered and won entirely by chance.

It is the distinction between high school and professional fighters. What these high school students knew was nothing but a dogfight.

But...

He is a monster.

Tunka was able to defeat one of the gym's best fighters. Cale had beads of sweat rolling down his brow.

"He's strong."

That is, physically speaking. He defeated his opponent with nothing but brute force.

"What if he fought with his brain?" he laughs and smiles as if he had seen such a pure, raw gem.

"Professor-nim," the coach said, grinning like a maniac, "I want to train him."

"Too bad; if he can't graduate, he won't be able to fight in that ring."

Tunka heard him say that.

"Well, he'll come around." he patted the trainer's shoulder and said, "Prepare a place for him. He'll come here."

They went to the mall and bought some food before going home. Tunka remained silent the entire journey, but Cale noticed that the boy was very aware of what he desired.

"You have got another follower, Teach." Radish humps on his back and waits to be handfed some fries. Cale pampered the bastard radish while wiping Lark's mouth with a hanky.

However, as soon as they decided to go home, a few men came into view.

"Oho. It's the bastard Tunka."

Cale was aware that they were Whipper Academy students. They are nerds who look down on idiots and just wildly eccentric bastards.

Tunka appeared uninterested. It's good that he knows who to fight.

They were surrounded by this horde. Of course, they have all calmed down. Radish pushed Rosalyn next to him as he boredly observed the mob.

"Amazing."

"What is?"

Rosalyn chuckled a bit. "Radish looked so cool right now."

"I've always looked so cool."

Choi Han seconded, "If not for your temper."

Radish simply scoffed but beat up the guy who aimed at him. Choi Han calmly kicks their weapons off their shoulders and puts them to sleep.

While Cale? Rosalyn stood beside him as he sat down. He can protect Rosalyn if it becomes too much, but Rosalyn appears to be the one protecting him, not the other way around.

Cale just stood there staring at Tunka like he was an idiot.

Soon, his eyes widened as he saw him smile like a beast finally relishing all of its restraints.

Rosalyn could not help but groan as she felt the chills from Tunka's sinister smile. Soon, the fight became one-sided, with Tunka annihilating them all with brute force. Cale is keeping a close eye on him. From this guy, he can clearly see the path of a fighter.

"Teach."

He looked at him and knew that Tunka had made his decision, "Will I be able to test myself?"

"That if you graduate." Cale stood up. Rosalyn followed him as they walked down the bloody path.

"Will Teach be able to help me?" Tunka asked as he looked at him.

Tunka, who still remembers the exhilarating feeling of defeating professional fighters, desired more.

If that person is strong enough to take things seriously, what about the world's champions? The mere thought of fighting all these people excites him!

"My equal could not possibly be here in this location,"

Cale smirked. Tunka looked like a thirsty beast, which I thought was fantastic.

"I told you," Cale smirked, "hard work will never betray you."

TBC