129: Chapter 129: Get Out 129: Chapter 129: Get Out Zhang Fan rolled up his sleeves, sat on the table, and looked at the dim-witted youth not far away, really unable to figure out how he had provoked him.
Did I eat your family’s steamed buns or drink your family’s water?
What the hell does it have to do with you that I come here!
“Come here, I’ll give you a Five Dragons BUFF, it’ll send you flying!” Zhang Fan said, provokingly lifting his gaze.
“Zhang Fan, don’t cause trouble, Zhang Hua is on his way here.
And you, Liu Xincong, shut your mouth.
Who comes to the exchange class is up to me,” Zhou Jie hurriedly called out.
What a joke, Zhang Fan was even able to send Luo Jian to the hospital, let alone Liu Xincong, who would probably be sent flying in one round.
Liu Xincong took a deep breath, his gaze swept over Ye Xuan, and then he said solemnly, “Principal Zhou, in terms of science grades, I’m ranked tenth in the whole school.
For such an important event as the exchange class, even if you are the principal, what right do you have to let trash ranked at the bottom of the whole grade mingle in?”
Liu Xincong was self-righteous; ever since he saw Zhang Fan kissing Ye Xuan on the basketball court, he wished he could tear Zhang Fan to shreds.
How could someone with such trashy grades ever be worthy of Ye Xuan?
So what if he’s good at basketball?
In terms of academics, what’s he worth?
Even if I took the test with my eyes closed, I could still thrash Zhang Fan by several streets.
Why should such trash get Ye Xuan’s favor, why!
“Trash?” Zhang Fan laughed, stood up, and walked towards Liu Xincong.
Zhou Jie, watching Zhang Fan’s movement, was frightened to the point of sweating profusely and quickly ran in front of Zhang Fan, blocking him.
“Zhang Fan, stay calm, you must remain calm,” Zhou Jie knew all about Zhang Fan’s talent for fighting, including the incident with Luo Jian and the dozen or so thugs outside of school yesterday.
Damn, when it came to fighting, even he was afraid.
Moreover, Zhang Xiaoyuan, that monster who scored over seven hundred, was his sister, and Ye Xuan, that girl, was his girlfriend.
Damn it, what’s being ranked tenth worth?
At this moment, Zhou Jie deeply regretted bringing the bastard Liu Xincong into the exchange class—it was clearly inviting trouble.
Liu Xincong sneered, his eyes full of provocation: “Come on, hit me.
I don’t believe you have the guts to hit me in front of Principal Zhou.”
Zhang Fan’s mouth curved up, his feet moved in a blur, stepping with the Butterfly Dance Step past Zhou Jie, and with a lift of his leg, he kicked Liu Xincong squarely in the chest.
Suddenly, Liu Xincong’s body flew like a Flying Arrow, directly hitting the blackboard.
“Smack!”
A violent collision noise erupted, and the faces of everyone in the class changed instantly.
Fuck, did Zhang Fan really make a move?
“Ahh!”
Liu Xincong screamed in agony; he felt as if all his internal organs had been shattered by the kick.
This asshole, he actually dared to hit me!
“Oh shit, Zhang Fan, as classmates, you should love and care for each other, and work together to create a harmonious society.
How can you hit someone,” Zhou Jie patted his forehead and hurriedly went to help Liu Xincong up.
“Principal, he hit me!” Liu Xincong’s voice was very weak, and at that moment, he hardly had the strength to speak.
Zhou Jie patted the dust off Liu Xincong and said in a hurry, “Liu Xincong, are you alright?”
It took twenty seconds for Liu Xincong to catch his breath, and he quickly shook his head: “I’m fine, I’m fine!”
“Oh, then go back to your original class, take good care of your injury, and once you’re recovered, I’ll consider getting you into the friendship class,” Zhou Jie said earnestly, his heart, however, was churning uncontrollably.
Idiot, do you really think you can provoke Zhang Fan, you fucking moron?
Just roll back to your original class and forget about ever joining the friendship class.
More than a dozen people in the classroom were dumbfounded.
Go back to your original class?
Fuck, just one sentence sent Liu Xincong packing?
Shouldn’t that have been said to Zhang Fan?
Liu Xincong was equally stunned, no shit, is he okay with his organs nearly smashed to pieces?
He was just being polite out of respect for Principal Zhou Jie’s position.
He was about to tell Zhang Fan to get lost from the friendship class next.
But…
How did Zhou Jie end up sending himself back?
Liu Xincong’s eyes started to turn red, and he looked incredulously at Zhou Jie, who was all smiles.
After waiting ten seconds, he roared, “Why, why send me back?
I’m tenth in the entire school, why send me away and keep this trash?
He even hit someone, Zhou Jie, are your eyes, blind?”
Zhou Jie’s face twitched continuously, fury leaping within him.
If Liu Xincong wasn’t a student, he would have slapped him right away, damn it, who does this piece of shit think he is, talking to me like that?
So what if your grades are poor?
Zhang Fan has made me proud, brutally defeating Provincial Basketball, filling Zhang Hua, who came to watch the drama, with a face full of shit.
What’s so great about your grades?
Zhang Fan’s sister came over from Capital City with a score of seven hundred and twenty, you’re nothing!
“Liu Xincong, our school’s philosophy is about the all-around development of moral, intellectual, physical, aesthetic, and labor education.
Grades don’t dictate everything.
You’re constantly cursing at your classmates, if not for the fact that you’re still young, I would definitely teach you a lesson.
Get back, or else, get out of Number One High School.” Zhou Jie clapped his hands, then placed them behind his back, his eyes cold as ice, looking at Liu Xincong as if he were an idiot.
So what if you’re ranked tenth in school?
I’ve been teaching for ten, twenty years, I’ve seen plenty of geniuses.
Damn it, you think good grades can defy the heavens?
Everyone’s expression froze again, cursing at classmates?
Why didn’t you mention Zhang Fan hitting someone?
But at this moment, some people were also beginning to understand.
Zhou Jie is who?
The principal!
He holds the power of life and decision-making in his hands.
This Liu Xincong is also an idiot, why the hell would he yell at the principal, does he really think he’s all that?
“Zhang Fan, you too, how dare you hit a classmate.
Bring me a written reflection by tomorrow,” Zhou Jie turned around and said to Zhang Fan.
Zhang Fan rolled his eyes and quickly nodded.
He had to give Principal Zhou this much respect.
As for the reflection, screw that, whoever wants to write it can go ahead.
Liu Xincong trembled all over, his fists creaked as he clenched them.
“What are you still standing there for?
Now that you’re no longer part of the friendship class, get out,” Zhou Jie looked at Liu Xincong’s state and immediately roared.
“Fine, fine, I’ll get lost, I’ll transfer schools right now and leave Number One High School for good,” Liu Xincong roared back, then turned and left.
A crowd watched, their tongues wagging, but their eyes shimmered with pity.
“Alright, alright, now I will tell you about the benefits of the friendship class,” Zhou Jie said nonchalantly.
Being tenth in school was nothing, whether he could get into Beijing University or Tsinghua was still a big if, especially since that was just the science stream, and there were still a few prospects in humanities.
Anyway, on this end, there were already five who could get into Beijing University or Tsinghua for sure, especially Zhang Xiaoyuan.
If a provincial top-scorer came along, that’d just be icing on the cake for me.