393: Chapter 382: One Should Not Be Too Low-profile 393: Chapter 382: One Should Not Be Too Low-profile What’s the most painful thing in the world, having a girlfriend who ignores you?
Getting scolded by your boss?
Or maybe not being able to grab tickets for a movie?
None of the above.
It’s when the woman you like stands in front of another man, mocking you, especially when that man has just hit you.
This was exactly how Li Shiwan felt right now.
He wished he could throw Song Yun into prison and watch a bunch of queers **** and **** him until Song Yun’s chrysanthemums bloomed all over the hills.
The thought was nice, but it was tough to act on it.
Let’s not even talk about Song Yun’s skills; just dealing with his disciples would be enough to give Li Shiwan a headache.
If he really angered Song Yun, it wouldn’t just be economic sniping at his family but also meddling with his connections.
“Enough of that, stop playing the victim here.
When you were messing with those girls, you didn’t think about considering others.” Song Yun mocked.
“Today you’re lucky I’m in a good mood, otherwise you wouldn’t have escaped a beating.”
“You wait, I will definitely have my revenge, I will surely kill you,” Li Shiwan said, lifting his head fiercely.
Song Yun stopped his disciples who wanted to move in for an attack and said with a smile, “Feel free, as long as the Li family has enough money, come at me however you want for revenge.
Oh right, I forgot to tell you, the starting price for revenge is one million yuan, I hope you’re prepared.”
Having said that, Song Yun left with Li Yueyue and Liu Ran, leaving behind Li Shiwan with bulging veins.
“Song Yun, that kid will surely come back to seek revenge on you.
I’ve heard he’s petty and won’t rest until he gets what he wants,” Li Yueyue said worriedly.
If it was a blatant challenge, Song Yun was not afraid of anyone, but if Li Shiwan played dirty, even if it didn’t achieve the goal, it would still be disgusting.
“Don’t worry, if he wants to come, let him.
At least I won’t mind the money being too much.” Song Yun laughed, “If he’s a bit more petty, that’s even better.
One million a time, I’m sure he’d be eager to be a spendthrift.”
Song Yun followed Li Yueyue to a snack bar off campus.
After finishing their meal, Song Yun smoked a cigarette out of boredom as Li Yueyue and the others had classes.
Where should he head to?
The headquarters would operate normally without him there; going would be just like being air.
After thinking for a while, Song Yun decided to meet with the class instructor first.
Whether it was just for the record or attending classes, he needed to know the procedures.
Having finished the meal, it was about time for class.
Song Yun escorted them back to the classroom, then headed to the office building of the Faculty of Liberal Arts.
On the fourth floor, he knocked on the office door.
Li Yueyue had said this class instructor was a beauty; he wondered just how beautiful.
“Come in.”
A clear and somewhat enchanting female voice came from within the office.
Song Yun pushed open the door and saw a woman sitting behind the office desk, quickly tidying up the documents in her hands before standing up to look at Song Yun.
The instructor, Wang Xuewei, was unexpectedly beautiful, with a lovely face, and a small mole on the corner of her mouth only added to her charm.
Her face had a pretense of sternness but couldn’t hide the allure in her gaze.
The sparkling in her eyes was intoxicating.
She also had a great figure, standing in red high heels and a professional suit, she was indeed captivating.
“This class instructor is someone with special constitution too,” Song Yun thought to himself.
Historically, beauties with unique constitutions were often fatal attractions, like Daji, Xi Shi, and Bao Si.
He hadn’t expected to encounter one in a school today.
Although the class instructor wasn’t making full use of her constitution, the charm emanating from her was not something ordinary people could resist.
Song Yun couldn’t imagine how well-behaved the male students in her class would be.
“Hello, Miss Wang, I’m a transfer student to your class.
My name is Song Yun.”
Regaining his composure, Song Yun greeted Wang Xuewei coolly; not that he disliked beautiful women, but being too enthusiastic from the get-go would definitely scare her, and playing hard to get was a trick everyone knew how to play.
Wang Xuewei, facing Song Yun’s calm demeanor, was as surprised as Song Yun was when he discovered her constitution, because since junior high, she had never seen a man maintain such composure upon meeting her for the first time.
She immediately felt a liking towards Song Yun.
“I have reviewed your information, already in your twenties and just starting university, your academic performance must not be very good.
You must have pulled some strings to join our Chinese literature department at Sunnan University.
I hope you study hard and don’t waste this opportunity.”
Just as Wang Xuewei was explaining the school rules and things to note, suddenly a student burst in.
“Ms.
Wang, there’s trouble.”
“What is it?
Don’t panic, speak slowly,” Wang Xuewei asked with a frown.
“Our class students have a conflict with those RB exchange students.
Now both sides are heading to the Martial Arts Hall, saying they want to have a good fight.”
“How could this happen?” exclaimed Wang Xuewei.
“Why would they have a conflict?”
“It seems to be some regional issue, anyhow, those little ghosts are quite arrogant, and our students couldn’t stand it and wanted to teach them a lesson.”
“Song Yun, you can go and tour the school by yourself; I have something to take care of,” Wang Xuewei said urgently, then walked towards the door.
The Martial Arts Hall was a place for clubs within Sunnan University, mostly practicing karate and taekwondo.
Song Yun was quite interested in challenges and dojo storming, so he followed Wang Xuewei to the Martial Arts Hall.
But just as he entered, he got pushed out by a crowd, and while sitting on a chair feeling frustrated, he saw a beautiful girl in a white practice outfit approaching him, “Hello there, are you interested in joining our club?”
“What club?” Song Yun had nothing better to do at the moment, so he might as well flirt with a girl.
“We are from the Taekwondo Club; there are two options if you want to join.
One is to pay a registration fee of 300 yuan and then join our Taekwondo Club; the other is to attend classes for a week for free, then decide whether to join after the week.”
“Is there a difference whether I join the Taekwondo Club or not?” Song Yun asked, confused.
“Of course, there is.
If you join our club, we will register you for various large tournaments if you perform well.
However, if you opt for free classes, you need to spend one hundred yuan to rent a practice uniform.
If you find our club not suitable, you can quit after one week,” the girl explained enthusiastically.
“Oh, I see.
Can I take a look around first?” Song Yun inquired with a smile.
“Certainly, let me give you a tour of our club,” the girl said with a smile, leading Song Yun inside.
It was evident the girl was well-liked, as there were several martial artists greeting her along the way.
“Here is our power testing equipment.
Would you like to give it a try?” she offered.
“Power testers?
I don’t even want to bother with those,” Song Yun responded dismissively.
Just then, a rugged man with a black belt walked over and said, “Young man, you shouldn’t be too proud.”
“But neither should you be too modest,” Song Yun replied with a faint smile.