Chapter 68: Bullying Taken Too Far
Chapter 68: Bullying Taken Too Far
The entire class of ninety-nine students, along with Mo Gan Yun standing outside, stared in shock.
Be friends?
After all that, you still have the nerve to say this?
Yet, for some reason, they recalled Fang Che's sincere proposal during the Grand Competition: "Regardless of victory or defeat, we'll remain friends."
Huo Churuan's initial response was: "I won't be friends with you."
Now, Fang Che repeated those words, but the meaning was entirely different.
A blow to the heart!
Huo Churuan had endured numerous strikes without losing consciousness.
But when he heard the words 'be friends,' he roared and fainted.
He was literally fainted by anger.
"Look how happy you are, you're so happy you fainted," Fang Che remarked.
Fang Che nodded to the class and said politely, "Sorry for the disturbance. Goodbye."
He turned, and his black cloak with dark gold patterns fluttered, revealing a faint starlight before he disappeared at the classroom entrance.
"Quick, call someone!"
"Take him to the clinic!"
"Go inform the instructor!"
...
Moments later.
All four instructors of Class Eleven arrived, their eyes blazing as they looked at the remaining ninety-nine students.
"You just stood there and watched him get beaten up?"
"You let him get beaten right at our classroom door?"
"He got beaten up, and where's your pride? Don't you understand that the honor of one is the honor of all?"
"..."
Under everyone's gaze.
The class president stood up calmly and said, "Instructor, it's not that we didn't want to intervene, and no one was afraid of getting beaten up. Even if we couldn't beat Fang Che, it would just be a beating. We're martial artists, and we don't mind that. But..."
He paused before continuing, "I don't know what's going on with the others, but speaking for myself, I don't like Huo Churuan. Watching him get beaten up, I even felt relieved."
"We feel the same!"
"Me too!"
The class erupted in agreement.
The four instructors' faces turned as dark as charcoal.
Indeed, Huo Churuan wasn't very likable, but even they hadn't expected that Huo Churuan, a top-ranking genius, would have such terrible relationships with his classmates!
"If this were a battlefield comrade, would you just watch them get beaten and killed?"
The four instructors' noses twitched.
Although the students all thought, this situation is different.
But the instructors were clearly angry, and wisely kept their heads down to endure the scolding.
After a round of scolding, the instructors turned to find Li Changkong.
"Did Fang Che go to your class to fight?"
Li Changkong was baffled, "Who won?"
One instructor snapped, "Are you stupid? If you lost, why would I come to find you?"
Bing Shangxue made a sound, implying, "Your student beat up my student?"
The four instructors of Class Eleven: "..."
Bao Feiyu said, "The one who got beaten was Huo Churuan? Your class's top genius? Tsk."
It must be said that this 'Tsk' was indeed very expressive.
Duan Zhongliu remained silent for a moment before speaking, "Your student got beaten up, why are you looking for us?"
The four instructors of Class Eleven were left speechless.
What kind of human words are you speaking?
"Since he got beaten, it means our teaching wasn't good enough," the head instructor said, holding back his anger.
The word 'Gold Rank' was spoken with a peculiar tone.
Li Changkong waved his hand, "Now, the four Gold Rank instructors already aware. You may leave."
"..."
The four instructors of Class Eleven held their breath for half a day before turning and leaving!
They had known that these four instructors, although good at teaching, weren't very reasonable.
Now they truly understood.
As soon as the four instructors left, Li Changkong and the other three stood up.
"Let's go!"
They entered the classroom like beams of light.
At a glance, they saw Fang Che, a well-behaved boy with his eyes closed, cultivating.
As if nothing had happened.
His aura was calm and steady, exuding a gentle and refined demeanor like a noble jade gentleman.
His face was serene.
He was diligent, focused, hardworking, and persevering.
"Fang Che!"
Li Changkong called out sternly.
Fang Che stood up, polite and respectful, "Instructor, what are your instructions?"
Li Changkong stopped, staring at Fang Che, while the four instructors circled around him.
Then Bing Shangxue asked, "You went to Class Eleven to fight?"
"Yes, that Huo Churuan was too..."
"No need to explain," Bing Shangxue interrupted, "Did you win?"
"I won."
"No injuries?"
"No injuries!"
"Good."
The four instructors stared at Fang Che for a long time, and finally, Duan Zhongliu spoke, "In the future, don't hit so hard!"
"Yes!"
Bing Shangxue glared at Duan Zhongliu: What nonsense are you spouting!
Are you encouraging him to go beat people up again?
Duan Zhongliu also felt he might have said the wrong thing, but since it was already out, he didn't plan to take it back.
Besides, what's the big deal about students fighting? This is a martial arts academy.
Take Mo Gan Yun, for example, he fights with Fang Che every day, and Mo Gan Yun always ends up with a swollen face. What's the big deal?
Those four instructors of Class Eleven were making a mountain out of a molehill!
They call themselves instructors, pfft!
...
Duan Zhongliu realized his mistake by the afternoon.
Huo Churuan's injury assessment report was out.
Li Changkong took a breath when he saw it.
There were no fatal injuries.
However, the bones on his head were all indented.
Whether it was the nasal bone, eye socket, cheekbone, or ears... even the most skilled physicians in the academy using the best medicines couldn't fully heal him within a few days.
Bing Shangxue sighed repeatedly, her resentful gaze sweeping over Duan Zhongliu.
"You did a good job!"
Duan Zhongliu wore an innocent expression.
"It was just one hit, what's there to be afraid of? Even if it was a bit heavy, it's no big deal..."
...
That night, Fang Che returned to his residence, checked on Night Dream's progress, inspected the security mechanisms, and then set up more traps in his bedroom before retreating into a concealed chamber with his Spear to rest.
"Hmm, time to bond with my Spear."
The night passed without incident.
"Huo Churuan is actually letting this go?" Fang Che felt very dissatisfied.
"You should at least have a few family members come over."
"How could you do this? You've joined the Trinity Sacred Order, and now you're acting like a coward? This doesn't seem like the style of the Shadow Sect."
"But you're from the Shadow Sect, and you're talking about righteousness and morality? The next morning, after lunch..."
Fang Che left again.
Arriving at Class Eleven's entrance, he found Huo Churuan wrapped in bandages like a mummy, sitting in his seat with a fiery gaze.
Fang Che knocked on the door and strolled in.
The entire class stared at him intently.
"Why is he here again? What's he up to now?"
In front of everyone, Fang Che approached Huo Churuan, facing his fiery gaze, and said, "Huo Churuan, about yesterday's matter, the instructor knows about it. He scolded me and warned me not to hit you so hard again."
He spoke with sincerity, "So I came to tell you this in person."
The entire class was stunned. Was Fang Che here to apologize?
This... was a bit unexpected.
Immediately, Fang Che seemed to hear something and turned to stare at Wei Zihao beside him, saying, "Why are you laughing?"
Wei Zihao looked confused, "I wasn't laughing."
"You dare to lie! It's clear as day that you were!" Wei Zihao tried to explain, "I really wasn't!"
Bang! Fang Che slammed his fist into Wei Zihao's face, "You weren't? You actually weren't!"
Wei Zihao screamed, "I wasn't laughing! Brother, I didn't laugh..."
"You dare to call me brother!"
Fang Che became angrier and immediately lunged at him.
"Brother, brother, brother!"
Bang, bang, bang...
A continuous barrage of forty to fifty punches landed on Wei Zihao's face, and after three or four screams, Wei Zihao passed out.
As Fang Che landed the final punch on Wei Zihao's still-healing nose, he clearly saw a black aura rising from Wei Zihao's face.
Fang Che's eyebrows furrowed, and he immediately stopped.
He quickly rubbed Wei Zihao's face and forced a laugh, "So weak... and he's a student of the Martial Academy? Pfft. Hey, Huo Churuan, I was talking to you just now. Why didn't you say anything?"
He turned back to look at Huo Churuan.
The class president, who was about to punch Fang Che, stopped and saw Fang Che turning to apologize to Huo Churuan again.
He couldn't help but retract his fist, his face showing disbelief.
"What did you say?" Huo Churuan glared at Fang Che with anger.
Fang Che shouted, "I just said I won't hit you so hard again, and you didn't react? Why didn't you react?"
Huo Churuan was so angry he almost passed out.
"You haven't even finished talking, and you're already causing trouble for Wei Zihao. When did I have a chance to speak?"
"Now you're blaming me?"
But thinking about how Fang Che was forced to come and apologize, it was only right to take out his frustration on Wei Zihao.
However, he couldn't provoke Fang Che now; he had to wait until his injuries healed before he could take revenge on this guy with the surname Fang.
So, Huo Churuan clenched his teeth, his eyes filled with hatred, "It's fine. If I get hit, it's because my skills are lacking. I won't hold back either. One day, if I manage to hit you, I won't show any mercy either!"
Slap!
A crisp sound echoed through the class.
Fang Che raised his hand and slapped Huo Churuan's face, "You don't understand right from wrong? I came to make amends, and you're so unreasonable, even threatening me?"
"You still want to hit me back? Take revenge?"
"You're ungrateful!"
Another punch landed on Huo Churuan's still-healing nose, and with a crack, Fang Che shouted, "Do you even have a conscience?"
"Ah!"
Huo Churuan screamed and fell to the ground.
Fang Che pounced like lightning, straddling Huo Churuan, and his fists rained down like a storm.
"You couldn't catch my punches even once!"
"You still want to hit me!"
"Threaten me!"
"I had good intentions... and you're ungrateful!"
"You heartless, ungrateful person!"
Bang, bang, bang...
A continuous barrage of forty to fifty punches landed, finishing before anyone else could react.
"Fang Che, you're too much!"
The class president had already rushed over and threw a furious punch.
"Wow, what a powerful punch!"
Fang Che was punched out of the classroom.
Rubbing his shoulder, he said, "That punch was good. The class president is indeed strong. But I'm so frustrated; Huo Churuan is so ungrateful. For the class president's sake, let's just let this go."
He turned and left.
The class president was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but look at his own fist: "My fist... is this hard? It could actually knock Fang Che flying? Usually, I can't even beat Huo Churuan."
The other students who had gathered were also confused. Fang Che had said, 'Let's just let this go,' as he left, but...
Why does it feel like he's being so magnanimous?
He clearly bullied Huo Churuan to the point of near death, yet he has the face to say such a thing?
(End of Chapter)
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