135: Chapter 135: Let’s See Who’s Better 135: Chapter 135: Let’s See Who’s Better Especially Zhou Jie, who watched as Qi Lin continued to pound his fists on the desk, the number of black lines on his forehead increasing.
Fuck, motherfucker, we invited you to teach students, goddamn it, why are you picking a fight with my desk for no reason.
At this moment, Qi Lin seemed to have fallen into a frenzy, his fists already covered in fresh blood.
“Break, break, break…”
Accompanied by the deafening sound of pounding, Zhou Jie almost covered his ears as he walked over.
“Crack!”
Finally, under Qi Lin’s relentless pummeling, the metal desk finally collapsed.
The legs of the desk snapped, and the whole desktop fell heavily to the ground, emitting a piercing collision sound.
“Yay, it’s collapsed!”
The students from Second Middle School were as excited as if they were on chicken blood, screaming with excitement.
“Six hundred!”
Zhou Jie’s voice was cold as his gaze swept over the three collapsed desks and one with a dented tabletop, he slowly said.
“Six hundred?”
Wu Ji, Qi Lin, including Xu Jin and Liu Feifei, all had a stunned look on their faces.
“What are you looking at, pay up.
This is the wholesale price.
If sold separately, each would be over three hundred.
I’m not saying it’s you guys, but how come you start trouble as soon as you arrive at our First Middle School?
Have we at First Middle School done anything to wrong you?”
Zhou Jie was furious, damn it, with a crowd of people watching, if he didn’t assert himself, wouldn’t his spine be snapped by these juvenile Second Middle Schoolers?
In the world outside, what’s most important?
That’s obviously face.
The people from Second Middle School almost spat fire from their eyes.
Not done anything wrong?
Damn it, a bunch of people surrounding the classroom and cursing Second Middle School dogs, that’s not doing anything?
Especially Wu Ji, the few long hairs hanging on his forehead were blown up by him.
Just as Qi Lin was about to explode with anger, he suddenly snapped back to realization.
Zhou Jie was the principal of First Middle School.
Immediately, he sneered, “These two desks were broken by him, I’ll pay at most two hundred.”
Zhang Fan rolled his eyes incessantly, fuck, it’s just four hundred bucks.
Immediately after, Zhang Fan took out four hundred bucks from his pocket and stuffed it into Zhou Jie’s hand.
“Old Zhou, the quality of this desk isn’t very good, huh?
It collapsed with one hit.
I’m really worried it might collapse while I’m sleeping,” Zhang Fan sighed as he spoke.
The group of people listening to Zhang Fan’s words almost ground their teeth to pieces.
God damn it, not good quality?
Fuck, Qi Lin, the Demon King, took nearly thirty punches to break the desk, and you’re saying the quality is not up to scratch?
Damn it, bring it on…
No, wait, motherfucker, two of the desks were collapsed by Zhang Fan’s single hit, damn it, is this guy a monster!
The people from Second Middle School were so angry they couldn’t stand it, feeling like they’ve been hit and had to pay for it too.
This is just impossible to reason with.
If you say the desk’s quality is good, Qi Lin took a long time to break it.
But damn it, Zhang Fan broke it with one hit.
This feeling is like slapping one’s own face at Second Middle School.
Zhou Jie was dumbfounded, then looking at Zhang Fan who was somewhat worried about the desk collapsing while he slept during class, a thousand *** galloped through his mind.
Is this desk meant for you to sleep on during class?
Fuck, damn it, even if you want to sleep during class, don’t say it in front of the Second Middle School teachers.
However, soon after, Zhou Jie’s expression changed, incredulously looking at Zhang Fan, he murmured in a low voice, “You were the one who broke the desk?”
“Hmm,” Zhang Fan nodded, made a light sound of acknowledgement, shrugged his shoulders, and displayed an expression of complete disinterest.
“Hiss!”
Zhou Jie took a sharp intake of breath.
He had tested this batch of tables when buying them, and they were very sturdy.
Damn it, two had been damaged?
Then he remembered the scene where Qi Lin was pounding the tables with his fists and instantly understood what had happened.
It seemed that this little Demon King was causing trouble again.
“Oh my, how could the tables be unstable?
I just watched Teacher Qi Lin punching quite a lot, look at all his muscles.
He’s won a full-contact fighting championship before, you know.
By saying this, aren’t you disrespecting our Teacher Qi Lin?”
Zhou Jie’s demeanor suddenly shifted, the anger on his face vanishing, replaced by a beaming smile.
The words sounded right, but to Qi Lin they were worse than eating dung.
Damn it, what exactly was he implying with that statement?
Qi Lin’s expression fluctuated wildly, and if Zhou Jie wasn’t the principal of First Middle School, he would have already thrown a punch at him.
These words sounded like nothing but mockery.
However, he couldn’t erupt in anger, because, after all, it was the truth.
Zhang Fan sighed and shook his head, “Old Zhou, not to criticize, but you’ve been blinded by Teacher Qi Lin’s muscles.
That’s a severe case of muscle weakness, and your tables really are unstable.”
As he spoke, Zhang Fan lifted his hand and slapped it down onto the table.
“BOOM!”
As expected, just like the previous two tables, this one immediately collapsed, its four metal legs seemingly twisted ninety degrees, splayed flat on the ground.
Zhang Fan naturally wouldn’t let Qi Lin off the hook.
There was no difference between hitting someone and sparing their face.
Especially when they provoked him first, it wasn’t satisfying unless he hit them hard.
Zhou Jie watched Zhang Fan’s slap in stunned silence, his back suddenly turning cold.
Mommy, if that slap had landed on him, it would have been a miracle if his bones hadn’t broken.
But after a moment of shock, Zhou Jie’s face broke into a bright smile again.
He turned to Qi Lin and said slowly, “Oh, Teacher Qi Lin, surely you aren’t really sick, are you?
Look at you, you’re not even a match for our student Zhang Fan.
I don’t get it, how did Zhang Hua decide to appoint you as the sports teacher for the elite class?
Your skill level just isn’t enough.
Our elite class needs…
elites.
Do you get it?
The best kind from both our schools.”
Zhou Jie felt incredibly satisfied.
Zhang Fan had made such a strong impression by slapping the face of a teacher from Second Middle School on his very first day.
It was immensely gratifying.
Ah, it’s just a pity, if only I’d known it would come to this, I would have kept Zhang Hua here to watch this farce unfold together.
It would have been nice to see that constipated look on his face.
Qi Lin, hearing these words, felt his eyes burn with anger.
Elite?
In the entirety of Second Middle School and First Middle School, if there was a sports teacher who knew more about physical education than him, he’d gladly twist off his own head.
Damn it, this was definitely a setup, a scheme from First Middle School to put him in his place.
He had personally tested that table – his grandpa’s legs – he had to punch it nearly thirty times before it gave in, nearly wrecking his own fists, and you’re telling me I’m sick?
To hell with it, why don’t you try it then?
Qi Lin was brimming with rage, yet again he thought about trying it, he really wanted to have another go at Zhang Fan.
But the thought of his almost fractured hand made his heart quiver.
“Principal Zhou, I have won the provincial full-contact fighting championship and even hold national marathon honors.
With my constitution, I refuse to believe your school can find anyone better than me,” Qi Lin retorted angrily.
Zhang Fan chuckled lightly.
A marathon?
Just 42.195 kilometers.
Thinking about his morning’s exercise of a 20 kg weighted climb over ten kilometers of rugged terrain, a gleam sparked in Zhang Fan’s eyes.
Zhang Fan was certain that the physical demands of his morning activity were no less strenuous than a marathon.
After all, that was mountain climbing!
“It’s just a marathon, right?
Come on, let’s compare!” Zhang Fan said coolly, looking straight at Qi Lin.