Tall trees lined both sides of the wire fence, blocking the view. Lin Tian could only hear the cheers of the girls but didn’t see the "very handso soccer player" or "teacher."
Ning Wenbin stretched his neck to look, but with his eyesight, he couldn’t see anything either. Displeased, he said, "Who is it exactly? Another one trying to steal my spotlight. Brother Lin Tian, let’s go et him and teach him a lesson."
"Co on, it’s almost class ti. What eting?" Lin Tian was unmoved and of course refused. This guy found anyone stealing the spotlight irritating, and Lin Tian had no ti for that.
"Alright then, let’s go to class first. He’s lucky this ti; I’ll let him off the hook." Ning Wenbin appeared magnanimous, making Lin Tian laugh.
By the ti the two reached the soccer field, most of the students were already there, gathered together and chatting animatedly. The arrival of Lin Tian and Ning Wenbin caused quite a stir.
The boys here, many of whom saw the martial arts competition that day, or at least heard about it, all stopped talking and looked eagerly at Lin Tian.
Ning Wenbin was naturally ignored. This guy pouted and mumbled discontentedly, "I’m famous too. Why does no one pay attention to ? My young heart is hurt."
"Lin Tian, I worship you. Last ti you gave that Japanese exchange student a good beating, it was so satisfying." A boy ran over excitedly, looking at Lin Tian with admiration.
"Yeah, yeah, you have no idea how arrogant they were, claiming to unify all martial arts clubs. Luckily, you dampened their arrogance." Another student said excitedly, with others nodding in agreent.
Lin Tian waved his hand, modestly saying, "Violence is wrong. We were just competing, don’t read too much into it, classmates."
"Brother Lin Tian, you’re so fake," Ning Wenbin muttered quietly.
Lin Tian’s expression didn’t change as he mouthed, "Isn’t this how celebrities act in front of their fans?"
"Hello, classmates." As the two glared at each other, a man’s voice sounded from behind the crowd.
Upon hearing the voice, Lin Tian frowned imdiately, looking over the crowd toward the source of the voice. As if sensing Lin Tian’s gaze, the man also turned his attention over, and their eyes t, colliding in the air, seemingly sparking.
Classmates between them sensed an imnse pressure and unconsciously parted, opening a path for them. The students watched the two confront each other, puzzled.
The man was dressed in a red and blue tracksuit, wearing black soccer sneakers, holding a folder in one hand and a soccer ball in the other, appearing tall and handso, especially with a unique, elegant, and ancient aura about him.
"Although this guy’s handsoness is slightly below yours, his aura is unique. But none of that matters. Why are you glaring at each other? Do you know him? Do you have a grudge?" Ning Wenbin rambled on.
Lin Tian’s eyes narrowed, gleaming as he calmly said, "He’s the guy attracting all the girls, the one you wanted to teach a lesson to."
With that, Lin Tian stepped forward. Ning Wenbin was taken aback, then quickly whispered, "Lin Tian, I was just saying it. I didn’t really an to hit him. Don’t go... Ah, it can’t be helped. You are even more hot-headed than I am."
Lin Tian ignored him and the surrounding classmates’ stares, walking straight toward the ancient-styled man, now only a ter apart.
The man smiled, saying casually, "Are you getting this close to because you’re afraid I’ll harm your classmates?"
Lin Tian smirked, saying lightly, "You better make a move. Then I have a reason to kill you, Xu Feibai!"
Xu Feibai! The man in the tracksuit in front of him was Xu Feibai, the arrogant yet classically elegant zombie Xu Feibai.
Xu Feibai’s smile spread, and his gaze was unyielding: "Did you know? A few months ago, you weren’t even qualified to stand before and speak. These words alone are enough to kill you!"
"Alright then, make a move, let’s hurt each other, see who dies first." Lin Tian said coldly. Indeed, back at the Island Country Shrine, Lin Tian wasn’t strong enough to say these words, but now, who’s afraid of whom?
Everyone’s on the sa level; you have Blood Power, I have Fire Power; both are Bloodline Inheritors, Lin Tian thought.
Xu Feibai raised an eyebrow, saying, "You still don’t know the potential of zombies, do you? If we two fight, the resulting power could destroy half a city. This school of yours would be reduced to rubble, with no humans surviving."
Lin Tian narrowed his eyes slightly, not doubting his words. On the other hand, Xu Feibai was an experienced zombie, having been one for hundreds of years, more knowledgeable than Lin Tian about what a zombie is.
"Hmph..." Lin Tian snorted coldly, saying, "You’re a Huaxia person too, why not wreak havoc in Japan among the Japanese, then co back to Huaxia for what?"
"As you’ve seen, I’m here to be a teacher. Now, I’m your soccer teacher. Shouldn’t you respectfully call Teacher Xu and perform the disciple ceremony?" Xu Feibai said with a half-smile, looking amusedly at Lin Tian, or rather, provoking him.
"You want to perform the disciple ceremony? Dream on in your Chunqiu fantasies. Speak, why did you co back, and why did you save Secret Master Yasuo last ti? With your arrogance, how could you be associating with such a rat-like figure?" Lin Tian interrogated unceremoniously.
"Rats dig holes, rats have their uses." Xu Feibai said nonchalantly, then sighed, "Ah, today’s young people really don’t know how to respect the elderly and care for the young." It wasn’t wrong; he really was an "elder" of a few hundred years.
As he spoke, he moved past Lin Tian toward the students, whispering as he passed, "Last ti I said, next ti we et, I’d tell you why I ca back. There’s still so unfinished cooperation between us. After class, I’ll tell you."
Xu Feibai clapped his hands to attract everyone’s attention and loudly said, "Classmates, I’m your soccer teacher. My na is Xu Feibai. You can call Teacher Xu."
"Xu Feibai? What a classical na, just like his aura." One boy whispered.
"Seems like he has so skills, but he looks so young. Can’t be much older than we are, right?" Another classmate whispered too.
Xu Feibai’s self-introduction stirred up whispers among the students.
"Now, form three teams quickly. I don’t like dawdling. You have one minute to organize your team. Whoever is slow will run ten laps around the field." Xu Feibai slightly tightened his face, speaking sowhat sternly.
When the great zombie put on a stern face, the students felt a trendous authority and montum, quickly getting into action. In less than a minute, three teams were ford neatly.
"Lin Tian, my rules won’t be repeated a second ti." Xu Feibai turned slightly, looking at Lin Tian, their eyes eting again, and the air seed to sizzle with electric sparks.
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