Ninety-nine students in the classroom and Mo Gan Yun standing outside were all dumbfounded at the sa ti.
Be friends?
After bullying soone to such an extent, you can still say these words?
But sohow, they also rembered Fang Che’s well-aning proposal during the grand competition: whether we win or lose, we are friends.
And Huo Churan’s initial response was: I won’t be friends with you.
Now, Fang Che had said it once again, but the aning had completely changed.
Murder by words!
Huo Churan had been struck so many tis without fainting.
But once the words "Let’s be friends" were spoken, he actually roared and fainted.
Literally fainted from anger.
"Look how happy you are, you even fainted from joy,"
said Fang Che.
Then Fang Che nodded to everyone in the classroom, said in a gentle and elegant manner, "Sorry for the disturbance, goodbye."
Turning around, his black robe with dark gold patterns fluttered with a faint glimr of starlight, disappearing at the classroom doorway.
"Quick, get soone!"
"Take him to the infirmary."
"Go tell the instructor."
...
A short while later.
All four instructors of class eleven arrived at once, their eyes flaming as they looked at the remaining ninety-nine students.
"You got beaten up? And you just watched him get beaten up?"
"Right at our classroom doorway?"
"He got beaten up, what about your face? He’s your classmate! Honour and disgrace are shared, understand?"
"..."
Under everyone’s gaze.
The class representative stood up, neither servile nor overbearing, and said, "Instructor, it’s not that we didn’t want to help, nor was anyone afraid of getting beaten. Even if we can’t beat Fang Che, it’s just a beating, after all. We martial artists don’t care about that. But..."
He paused for a mont before continuing, "I don’t know about the others, but as for myself, I don’t like Huo Churan. Watching him get beaten, I even felt pretty relieved."
"Us too!"
" too!"
Suddenly, emotions in the classroom surged.
The four instructors’ faces turned black as coal.
Huo Churan indeed wasn’t very likable, but even they hadn’t expected that this genius, who ranked high in the competitions, could be so unpopular!
"If it were on the battlefield, would you just watch as he got beaten or killed?"
All four instructors were beside themselves with anger.
Although all the students thought to themselves that the situation wasn’t the sa, seeing the instructors so furious, they wisely kept their heads down and took the scolding.
After the instructors vented their anger, they turned to find Li Changkong.
"Fang Che ca to your class to fight?"
Li Changkong was clueless: "Who won?"
An instructor snapped angrily, "Are you stupid? Would I co to you if we had lost?"
Bing Shangxue ah’d in a aningful tone, "Your student got beaten by my student?"
The four instructors of class eleven: "..."
Bao Feiyu said, "The one getting beaten up is Huo Churan? First talent in your class? Tsk."
It had to be said, that ’tsk’ was truly soulful.
Duan Zhongliu was silent for a mont and then said, "Your student got beaten up, why co to us?"
The four instructors of class eleven were so angry they were dumbstruck.
What kind of thing is that to say?
"If he got beaten, it’s because we didn’t teach well. But this matter needs to be made known to all four Gold dals."
The Chief Instructor said, holding back anger.
The words ’Gold dal’ were said with an insinuating tone.
Li Changkong waved his hand, "Now, the four Gold dals know. You can go back."
"..."
The four instructors from class eleven held their breath in frustration and then left!
They already knew these four people, although good at teaching students, were sowhat unreasonable.
Now they had seen it firsthand.
Too much.
The mont the four left, Li Changkong and the others stood up.
"Let’s go!"
The four of them, swiftly like beams of light, entered the classroom.
At a glance, they saw Fang Che practicing cultivation with his eyes closed, behaving like a well-mannered child.
As if nothing had happened.
His whole aura was calm and steady, radiating an elegant and noble deanor throughout.
A placid expression on his face.
Very hardworking, very focused, very diligent, very industrious.
"Fang Che!"
Li Changkong called out sternly.
"Instructor, good day,"
Fang Che stood up, courteous and humble: "Is there anything you wish to order, instructor?"
Li Changkong paused, staring at Fang Che, the four circled around him.
Then Bing Shangxue asked, "You went to fight in class eleven?"
"Yes, that Huo Churan is too..."
"No need to explain why." Bing Shangxue asked, "Did you win?"
"I won."
"Not injured?"
"Not injured!"
"Hmm."
The four of them stared at Fang Che for quite a while, until Duan Zhongliu finally concluded, "In the future, don’t hit so hard!"
"Yes!"
Bing Shangxue glared at Duan Zhongliu: What nonsense are you saying!
Aren’t you encouraging him to go beat others up in the future?
Duan Zhongliu also felt that he might have said the wrong thing but had already spoken and didn’t plan to retract his words.
After all, what’s the big deal about students fighting?
This is the Martial Arts Academy.
Mo Gan Yun and Fang Che fight every day; Mo Gan Yun has a swollen and bruised face all the ti, did I say anything?
The four instructors from class eleven were just making a mountain out of a molehill!
That’s what they call instructor, psh!
...
Duan Zhongliu realized his mistake by the afternoon.
The injury report for Huo Churan had co out.
Li Changkong sucked in a breath when he saw it.
There were no fatal wounds.
But the bones in the head had caved in.
Whether it was the nasal bone, the orbital bone, the zygomatic bone, or the ears... even the peak dical practitioners of Baiyun Martial Academy, using the best dicine, would not be able to completely heal them within a few days.
Bing Shangxue sighed incessantly, shooting resentful glances at Duan Zhongliu.
Nice job!
Duan Zhongliu looked innocent.
It was just one hit, what’s to fear?
A heavier hit wouldn’t matter... right?
...
That evening, Fang Che returned to his residence, checked on Ye ng’s progress, made sure the traps were safe, set up chanisms in the bedroom, and hid in a secret compartnt to rest with his gun in hand.
Hmm, bonding with the gun.
The night passed without incident.
Huo Churan actually just took it?
Fang Che felt dissatisfied.
Shouldn’t you at least have had your family send a few people over?
How can it be like this?
You’ve sided with the San Sheng Sect, did you turn into shrinking turtles? That’s not the Demon Sect’s style at all.
You’re the Demon Sect, since when do you talk about benevolence and righteousness?
The next morning, after lunch.
Fang Che went out again.
At the door of Class 11, Huo Churan sat wrapped up like a mummy in his seat, looking defeated.
Fang Che knocked on the door and entered with an air of nonchalance.
All the students looked at him with intense interest.
Why’s he here again?
What’s he up to this ti?
Fang Che walked up to Huo Churan under the fiery gaze of the latter and said, "Huo Churan, the instructor knows about what happened yesterday. I got an earful from him, warning not to hit you so hard in the future."
He said with full sincerity, "So I specially ca to tell you."
The whole class was stunned. Fang Che actually ca to apologize?
That... was quite unexpected.
Suddenly, Fang Che turned his head as if he heard sothing, and glared at Wei Zihao next to him, "What are you laughing at?"
Wei Zihao looked bewildered, "I didn’t laugh."
"You dare lie to ! You clearly laughed!" Fang Che accused.
Wei Zihao tried to defend himself, "I really didn’t!"
Bang!
Fang Che punched Wei Zihao in the face, "You didn’t? You really didn’t?"
Wei Zihao cried out in pain, "I truly didn’t laugh... big brother I didn’t laugh..."
"You dare try to be my big brother!"
Fang Che grew angrier and pounced.
"Big brother ! Big brother ! Big brother !"
Bang bang bang...
After a continuous forty or fifty punches to Wei Zihao’s face, he only managed to scream a few tis before passing out.
When Fang Che landed the final punch on Wei Zihao’s face, he clearly saw a trace of black qi rising from Wei Zihao’s face...
He frowned and imdiately stopped hitting.
He quickly rubbed Wei’s face a couple of tis and chuckled, "Can’t take a hit... and you’re a student at the Martial Arts Academy... tsk. Hey, Huo Churan, I was talking to you just now? Could you at least grunt or sothing?"
Then he turned back to look at Huo Churan.
The class monitor and others had already rushed to Fang Che’s side, but when they saw him turn back to apologize to Huo Churan again, they retracted their fists, speechless.
"What did you say?" Huo Churan glared at Fang Che, full of resentnt.
Fang Che angrily said, "I just said I can’t hit you so hard in the future, why didn’t you react? Why didn’t you react?"
Huo Churan was almost angered to death.
You didn’t even finish speaking before you started picking on Wei Zihao, when did I get a chance to speak?
Now you’re blaming ?
But realizing that Fang Che had been forced to apologize and clearly did not want to, taking out his frustration on Wei Zihao seed reasonable.
But he couldn’t provoke him now. Once my injuries are healed, I’ll goddamn kill this Fang!
So Huo Churan, grinding his teeth and eyes full of hate, said, "No worries, it’s my own lack of skill that got hit by you. I don’t take it to heart. If one day you get hit by , I won’t show rcy either!"
Slap!
A crisp sound echoed through the class.
It was Fang Che who slapped Huo Churan on the face, "The hell are you? Can’t you understand when soone’s being nice? I ca here to make ands, and you’re so unreasonable, threatening ?!"
"You think you’ll hit in the future? Seek revenge? Retaliate?"
"You ungrateful!"
Bang! Another punch landed on Huo Churan’s still unhealed nose, and with a crack, Fang Che bellowed, "Have you no conscience at all!"
"Ah!"
Huo Churan scread and fell backward.
Fang Che, quick as lightning, jumped on him and rained down punches like a torrential storm.
"You can’t take it when I’m nice to you!"
"You still want to hit !"
"Threaten !"
"I’m trying to be kind... Ungrateful!"
"Heartless as a wolf and lungs of a dog!"
"Bang bang bang..."
He finished a quick fifty punches before anyone could intervene.
"Fang Che, you’ve gone too far!"
The class monitor had already leapt into action, throwing a furious punch.
"Ah, what a powerful punch!"
Fang Che was sent flying out the door.
Rubbing his shoulder, he said, "Nice punch, class monitor! You’re impressive! But it’s so frustrating that Huo Churan can’t appreciate kindness. Out of respect for the class monitor, let’s call it quits for today!"
He turned and left.
The class monitor paused, then couldn’t help but raise his hand and look at his fist, "My fist... is it that hard? To send Fang Che flying?"
Normally, I can’t even beat Huo Churan.
The other students gathering around were also sowhat bewildered. Fang Che, as he left, said ’let’s call it quits for today?’
How co it felt... he still had such a magnanimous tone?
He had bullied soone to near death, hadn’t he?
How could he have the nerve to say that?
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