134: Chapter 134: Who Is Causing Trouble Again?
134: Chapter 134: Who Is Causing Trouble Again?
“Ah, my Zhang Fan is so awesome, oh my god!”
“Silence, you lovesick fool above, Zhang Fan is mine.”
“All of you shut up, Zhang Fan belongs to the senior girls.”
A group of girls stared at the severely deformed metal table on the ground, their eyes sparkling with stars.
“No, I have to declare war on Ye Xuan.
Zhang Fan belongs to the world; whoever gets him wins.”
“+1, I’m going to fight for him too!”
Nobody paid any attention to these infatuated girls.
Instead, they urged, “Hurry up, we want high-definition group photos.”
“Damn it, I’m going up to the fifth floor, even if it means my parents are called in, I’ll take it.”
“I’m coming too!”
Suddenly, more than twenty people darted out of the classroom and ran toward the fifth floor.
“Make way, make way!”
A new group of people pushed aside those clinging to the windows and squeezed their heads through.
“How about it, why don’t you give it a try?” Zhang Fan sneered, then dragged over a table and pushed it in front of Qi Lin.
“Come on, you No.
2 Middle School dog, don’t be a coward.” A crowd of onlookers, unafraid of escalating things, shouted from the window.
That feels so good, what about the Demon King Qi Lin?
Upon arriving at our No.
1 Middle School, he still got his face slapped resoundingly.
You think you’re strong, huh?
You think you’re the provincial fighting champion, huh?
You think you’re all that?
Come on then, let’s hurt each other.
In the eyes of the crowd, there was nothing but schadenfreude.
“Teacher Qi Lin, go on, smash it.” A few boys from No.
2 Middle School were red-faced.
The voices from outside struck their faces like a hammer.
Damn it, it hurt to have so many spectators watching you get slapped in the face, it burned.
“Teacher Qi Lin, break this table, and victory will be ours,” one of the girls said, unable to hide her resentment.
“Teacher Qi, don’t shame our No.
2 Middle School,” Wu Ji finally spoke up slowly.
He didn’t believe that a table a kid could break, Qi Lin couldn’t.
Hmph, you little trash, just wait to be crushed.
“Hey, don’t disturb Teacher Qi Lin, he’s waiting for his CD.
Just you wait, soon some dog is going to cry,” a guy with glasses said, adjusting his frames.
“I think Teacher Qi Lin is gathering his energy for his Ultimate Skill,” another spoke up.
Qi Lin’s expression was unpredictable, his gaze falling on the metal table before him.
“Heh, kid, watch this.” Qi Lin looked down on Zhang Fan with a cold smile on his face.
He felt that his posture must have been incorrect just now, probably because he hit the edge of the table.
It’s just a metal table.
If a kid can break it, he didn’t believe he couldn’t smash it with one punch.
Zhang Fan started laughing, then took a few steps back to lean against another table, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Bro, when did you become so powerful?” Zhang Xiaoyuan pulled down Zhang Fan’s arm, clutching it tightly in her embrace, and looked up at him.
“Kid, I’ve always been awesome,” Zhang Fan said softly as he rubbed Zhang Xiaoyuan’s face.
The group from No.
2 Middle School grew even more furious upon seeing this.
Damn, this bastard was even flirting with the girls at a time like this—it pissed me off, really pissed me off.
The killing aura spread; if looks could kill, Zhang Fan would have died a thousand times by now.
“Forget waiting for the CD, or else it’ll be time for lunch again,” Zhang Fan taunted.
Qi Lin looked up, his gaze landing harshly on Zhang Fan, then he took a deep breath, clenched his fist, and smashed it down towards the center of the table.
“Thud!”
The loud noise drew everyone’s gaze, especially those from No.
2 Middle School, who muttered and roared desperately, “Break, break, break!”
“Crack!”
The table groaned, shaking violently.
However, when Qi Lin withdrew his hand, the tabletop was only dented, and unlike Zhang Fan’s punch, it was far from being nearly broken.
“How could this be!” The students from No.
2 Middle School’s eyes were about to pop out of their skulls.
It didn’t break, it actually didn’t break!
“Teacher Qi Lin, are you sure you didn’t skip breakfast?”
“Come on, Teacher Qi Lin, keep it up, crush it!”
The few people surrounding Qi Lin started shouting non-stop.
“Ha-ha, the Number Two High dogs just aren’t up to it.
What Demon King?
More like a weakling!
Not even as good as Zhang Fan.
Looks like the title ‘Demon King’ should really go to Zhang Fan.”
“Exactly, tsk tsk tsk, he smashed a desk with one palm, while the Number Two High dogs couldn’t even break a desk with two fists.
So embarrassing, and to think you’re a teacher.”
The people outside the window started their merciless mockery.
The guy in charge of the live stream was quick to make a post.
“Number Two High dogs are trash, nowhere near as good as Zhang Fan.
What fucking Demon King!”
Once the post was up, replies quickly hit over a hundred.
People from Number Two High lurking on the forum were screaming in anger.
“You Number One High dogs better not go too far, slandering us.
Our Demon King, Teacher Qi Lin, can definitely take on Zhang Fan.”
“Number Two High blind dogs, there are pictures, so shut the fuck up,” someone from Number One High quickly retorted.
The people from Number Two High didn’t believe it and said, “The pictures are fake.”
“I think you’re the fucking fake one here.”
The verbal battle quickly ignited, and the entire forum was boiling.
“Holy shit, I wake up and what the hell happened, did the school explode?”
People from Number Two High shouted back, red-faced with fury, “Your mom exploded!”
“Fuck, you little bastard!”
Qi Lin stared intensely at the desk in front of him, feeling somewhat surreal.
Why, despite giving it his all, did the desk not break apart under his punch?
Immediately, Qi Lin clenched his fist and started pounding the desk again and again.
“Bang, bang, bang…”
After more than ten punches, the tabletop finally cracked, and the legs of the desk bent as well.
Seeing this, the Number Two High students became excited.
“I told you Teacher Qi Lin could do it, how about that, ha-ha-ha, the desk is about to break now, right?”
“That’s right, that’s right, Teacher Qi Lin is the best.”
The group of people outside the window started to mock with disdain, “Our Zhang Fan did it with a single palm, notice my pronunciation, a single palm.
Trash, it took you over ten punches to achieve this.
If Zhang Fan had done it, this desk would probably be dust by now.”
“Heh, Number Two High dogs are trash!”
“Number Two High trash dogs!”
The jeering rose and fell, spreading rapidly.
The group sitting in the classroom downstairs felt as if cats were scratching at their hearts.
It was happening right upstairs; they could just run up and see for themselves.
Damn it, there were only a few pictures on the forum, they weren’t seeing jack shit.
“I can’t take it, I’m going up to see.”
“Stop, come back!”
In an instant, a crowd surged towards the fifth floor.
Zhou Jie and Xu Guozhi’s faces were pitch black.
Looking at the dense crowd on the fifth floor, their heads were about to explode.
For fuck’s sake, who was stirring shit again?
Zhou Jie and Xu Guozhi quickly made their way to the fifth floor.
“Make way!”
Seeing the figures of Zhou Jie and Xu Guozhi, people couldn’t help but clear a path.
“What are you looking at?
Go to class!” Zhou Jie was furious.
“Bang, bang, bang…”
The loud noises from the classroom made Zhou Jie quicken his pace.
When he caught sight of Qi Lin deforming the desk with his punches, his face instantly turned red.
Number Two High’s sons of bitches, why the hell are they smashing desks for no reason?
They’re paid for with money.