The air was filled with curses, roars, and the thud of fists and feet colliding with flesh. The skirmish, which pitted five against more than twenty, ca to an end after about ten minutes.
Completely unhard, Li Qiuzhe sat on the ground, gasping for air. Looking at the n howling on the ground, he trembled in disbelief. "Did… did we really do all this?"
"Boss, if we didn't do it, was it ghosts? I've now witnessed the fierce combat prowess of Northeasterners firsthand! You fought like a mad dog, never letting go! Thank goodness for Fourth Brother; otherwise, you would've been knocked down several tis!" Wang Dalu panted, his words coming in fits and starts.
Ten minutes ago, he was certain they would be the ones beaten half-dead on the ground. Who could have expected such a turnaround? Were the opponents just that weak, or had they sohow unleashed their hidden potential? He didn't know. All he knew was that it all felt so unbelievable!
"Big Brother, I bow to your greatness! You're a goddamn beast! A mont ago, I only survived because you jumped in at the right ti to fend off their attacks. Otherwise, my balls would've been crushed. Damn, that scared the hell out of !" Li Yunzhe exclaid, his heart still pounding with fear.
Qin Fan was a good fighter—Li Yunzhe had known that since their first day—but he never imagined he would be this ferocious. If it hadn't been for Qin Fan, their fate would have been miserable, without a doubt. He had single-handedly turned the tables in a fight that wasn't even in their weight class. It was abnormal—too damn abnormal! This once again shook Li Yunzhe to his core.
"You weren't bad yourself," Qin Fan said, turning to smile casually at Li Yunzhe, who was sitting beside him. "Heh, your punches and moves looked authentic, not like so amateurish display. You've trained before, haven't you?"
"Heh, my ancestors, going back beyond my great-grandfather's generation, all ran a Biao Bureau. By my grandfather's ti, they'd opened a martial arts school. I've been training under him since I was a kid, so I know a few basic moves," Li Yunzhe said, scratching his head and sheepishly downplaying his skills.
That was just him being modest for Qin Fan. Otherwise, the "Wolf of 709" would have bragged his heart out! But bragging or acting tough in front of his Big Brother? Yunzhe didn't have the guts for that anymore.
"That's still pretty good," Qin Fan said leisurely as he stood up.
He then reached out to Li Qiuzhe, who was still on the ground. "Boss!"
"Alright!" Understanding his gesture, Li Qiuzhe grasped Qin Fan's hand and was pulled to his feet.
After helping Li Qiuzhe up, Qin Fan then pulled up the other three one by one.
Without exchanging any sappy words, the group walked away shoulder to shoulder, laughing together. All of them, except for a still-energetic Qin Fan, were utterly exhausted.
With a contented smile, Li Qiuzhe began to sing a classic song about friendship in his extrely non-standard Jiangdong dialect. "Co forget the rights and wrongs, co reminisce about the past, there was always joy in the days we shared hardship!"
"Crap! Boss, don't you fucking ruin this song with that pronunciation! Fourth Brother is from Jiangzhou, let him sing! Haha!" Wang Dalu teased loudly.
Qin Fan smiled slightly, his face filled with nostalgia.
His lips parted, and a song burst forth.
"The vanishing ti scatters in the wind!"
"As if I can't recall what I'm facing!"
"On wandering days, you were by my side, fate may bring us together again!"
"The innocent voices are already fading!"
"We are far apart, each chasing our own goals!"
"Gazing at the night sky, who was it in days past!"
"Who understood the weariness in my heart!"
The four of them huddled close, listening to Qin Fan's emotionally charged singing. When the chorus reached its climax, they all joined in, screaming the lyrics at the top of their lungs in their own off-key accents.
"Co forget the rights and wrongs!"
"Co reminisce about the past!"
"There was always joy in the days we shared hardship!"
"Don't believe in despair—don't feel hesitation!"
"Competing in our dreams, striving hard every day!"
"In the turbulent winds and rain, unrestrained whether sober or drunk!"
"All the stories seem to have happened in those wandering years!"
"The wind has died down, leaving stillness—to whom shall I return this sentint?"
"Let tears wash away the night's—weariness!"
As the song roared on, for Li Qiuzhe and his friends, it was rely an expression of their brotherhood.
But for Qin Fan, it felt as if the song were written just for him. mories of his past life, his days at Jinling University, flickered in his mind like scenes from a movie piecing themselves together. That bond of friendship, where no lines were drawn between them, was undoubtedly the most cherished and important thing to Qin Fan in his previous life, aside from the love for his parents and for Yinuo.
As the song ended amidst his buddies' hearty laughter, Qin Fan made a silent vow in his heart.
In your last life, you couldn't achieve the glory that would make your ancestors proud. In this life, I, Qin Fan, will ensure you reach the pinnacle of success!
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「The next day.」
When Qin Fan arrived in the classroom precisely at eight o'clock, everyone's gaze fell upon him.
His perfect timing made Yao Jianjia, the temporary class leader, let out a delicate snort. "Hmph, what a show-off!"
Her outburst startled most of the students.
What the hell? What's wrong with the class leader? Don't tell those two have beef?
"Ahem! Now that everyone's here, let's set off!" Director Wang announced, giving Qin Fan a satisfied nod.
She wouldn't have dared criticize him even if he had been late. Privilege was an insurmountable hurdle in Huaxia society. No school official would ever reprimand a top scorer who had shocked the entire nation—whether at Jinling University or even Tsinghua or Peking—unless he did sothing utterly outrageous.
"Yes, Director Wang!" the forty-odd students, all dressed in military training camouflage, responded in unison.
They then turned and followed after her.
"You damned bastard! I'm the class leader now, so you'd better not fall into my hands, or I'll make your life hell! Hmph!" Yao Jianjia hissed, walking beside Qin Fan at the back of the group and shaking her small fist furiously.
"You'd better not provoke again," Qin Fan said, his patience clearly limited as he glanced at her, his voice low and nacing. "Otherwise, I won't just make sure you're no longer the class leader—I'll make sure you're no longer a person. Get lost!"
The pointless, never-ending entanglent was truly getting on his nerves.
"Are you going to kill ? Go on then, kill ! All you do is show off and run your mouth! Tch! If you don't return the Pill Furnace to , I'll keep bothering you. I'll harass you endlessly. What can you do about it? Hmph, hmph, hmph!" Faced with his chilling tone, Yao Jianjia panicked for a mont, her expression faltering, but she quickly recovered and continued her provocation.
"Are you challenging ?" Qin Fan said with a cold laugh, falling a couple of paces behind the group.
"That's right! I am challenging you. What are you going to do about it? If you don't give the furnace, I'll keep challenging you. I'll pester you every single day until you go crazy!" Yao Jianjia snorted, seemingly oblivious to the dangerous chill radiating from him.
SWOOSH!
In the instant her words fell, Qin Fan shot out his hand and seized her brutally by the neck. As he tightened his grip ever so slightly, Yao Jianjia's face instantly turned bloodless and ashen gray. Even breathing beca incredibly difficult.
"If you keep obsessing over that Pill Furnace and harassing endlessly, not even the Heavenly King himself will be able to save you. I don't mind killing you. I really don't. Now, get lost!"
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