Chapter 139: A Single Kick Sends Flying

Yang Fan took his books and walked over to his seat, where he sat down.

After instructing everyone to study quietly on their own, Li Jing turned and left.

As soon as Li Jing departed, a wave of whispering broke out in the classroom, with many students casting sideways glances at Yang Fan from time to time.

"He is so handsome, especially that cold and aloof look of his. Totally gorgeous!"

"He really is good-looking, much more handsome than the boys in our class. Plus, he has this aura of maturity that the others just don't have."

"I wonder if he has a girlfriend? I'm almost tempted to pursue him myself."

Several girls lowered their heads and chattered amongst themselves.

Indeed, Yang Fan possessed a unique aura unlike ordinary boys, accompanied by a faint spiritual radiance.

This ethereal charm was the result of his cultivation; tempered by spiritual energy, it gave off an alluring, captivating resonance.

If an ordinary person were to get close to Yang Fan, they would instinctively feel this subtle spiritual grace, washing over them with a deep sense of serenity.

"Let's get this straight: we share a desk, but you are not allowed to touch me, and you must not cross the boundary," Tang Xin said, putting on a haughty, petite-woman facade as she turned to Yang Fan.

"Rest assured. Unless it is strictly necessary, I have no intention of getting close to you. After all, you possess nothing that could possibly attract me," Yang Fan replied indifferently.

Although Tang Xin was undeniably pretty, she failed to stir any ripples in Yang Fan's heart.

With his confidence, once his strength continued to grow, would he ever lack for women?

Had Tang Xin possessed a special physique capable of aiding his cultivation, he might have considered it.

A woman of no use to his path was merely a painted skeleton.

Hearing Yang Fan's dismissive words, Tang Xin gritted her teeth in utter fury, her heart burning with indignation.

No matter how one looked at it, she was a great beauty, the class belle, and even the school goddess.

Countless suitors trailed after her in school; they could easily form an entire platoon.

Yet this hateful wretch sitting beside her claimed to have no interest in her whatsoever.

"Hmph! This young lady is naturally blessed with beauty, and there are plenty of suitors waiting in line at this school. I have no need for your approval," Tang Xin scoffed coldly.

"And what does that have to do with me?" Yang Fan shrugged. "I don't like women with small chests."

Leaning forward onto his desk, Yang Fan had no intention of arguing further with Tang Xin; continuing his cultivation was far more important.

"You..." Hearing herself mocked for having a small chest, Tang Xin instantly flew into a rage. Her eyes bulged as she glared daggers at Yang Fan, wishing she could pounce on him and tear him to pieces.

Lately, whenever anyone mentioned her chest size, Tang Xin would instantly lose her mind.

Especially since she had a close friend sitting nearby who possessed a doll-like face and an outrageously voluptuous figure, a comparison that nearly drove her to despair with insecurity.

Waving her delicate fist menacingly at Yang Fan, Tang Xin decided to drop the matter and ignored him entirely.

She opened her mathematics textbook and began reviewing her lessons.

The minor skirmish between Yang Fan and Tang Xin was witnessed clearly by the rest of the class, leaving no doubt in anyone's mind that the two already knew each other.

Some even suspected they might be romantically involved.

Just think about it: Yang Fan was a transfer student, yet he was allowed to sit right next to the gorgeous class monitor. Something shady was definitely going on behind the scenes.

Class 1 of Grade 3 was the elite class. For an ordinary student to transfer in without a certain level of background influence was simply impossible.

Thus, many students concluded that Yang Fan must have possessed powerful connections.

The first evening self-study session passed quickly.

During the break, three male students strode over to Yang Fan's desk.

"Hey, I want to trade seats with you," said a boy standing around one meter seventy-eight tall, looking down at Yang Fan with an arrogant posture and a domineering tone.

Noticing the confrontation, the rest of the class realized a good show was about to begin.

"Tsk tsk, Chen Dong is clearly trying to put the new guy in his place."

"Heh, everyone in the class knows Chen Dong has a crush on Tang Xin. Of course, it's completely one-sided; Tang Xin doesn't care for him at all and looks right down on him."

"I've got a bad feeling something is going to happen."

"Even if something happens, it'll be that Yang Fan who gets wrecked. Chen Dong acts like he owns the place just because his old man is a member of the school board, and he always gets away scot-free."

Seeing Chen Dong approach to make trouble for Yang Fan, everyone assumed the new student was doomed.

At Pearl High School, Chen Dong was a notorious figure.

First, his father was one of the three principal members of the school's board of directors.

Second, his behavior was atrocious; he constantly bullied fellow students and maintained ambiguous, tangled relationships with several female students.

Rumor had it that he once got a girl pregnant, forcing her to drop out of school.

Within the walls of Pearl High, Chen Dong was the epitome of a spoiled, lawless young master.

Hardly anyone dared to cross him.

However, this time he had kicked a massive iron plate, because the person standing in his way was Yang Fan—a young man who feared nothing.

When faced with Chen Dong's demand, Yang Fan couldn't be bothered to respond and simply rested his head on the desk to sleep.

Seeing the punk before him dare to ignore him entirely, Chen Dong instantly felt severely provoked.

In Pearl High School, who dared to treat him with such blatant disregard?

"I'm talking to you! Are you deaf?" Chen Dong shouted loudly, his expression turning unsightly.

Sitting nearby, Tang Xin lazily inspected her fingernails, wearing an expression that suggested the matter had nothing to do with her.

Under normal circumstances, as the class monitor, she would have stepped forward to lecture Chen Dong a few times.

However, since the person being bullied was Yang Fan, Tang Xin couldn't care less.

Whoever provoked Yang Fan deserved whatever misfortune came their way.

"Damn it, Brother Dong is talking to you! Are your ears broken?" a heavily built male student cursed aggressively at Yang Fan.

The moment those words left his mouth, a blur flashed before his eyes, followed instantly by a piercing shriek.

"Ah!"

The unfortunate fellow spun around on the spot, a blinding pain shooting across his face as several teeth felt as though they had been knocked loose.

No one expected Yang Fan to strike so suddenly, and they were too slow to react. By the time they regained their senses, a bright red, vivid palm print was starkly visible across the victim's cheek.

"You're f*cking asking for a death wish!" Seeing his lackey struck, Chen Dong flew into a rage. Snatching up a desk chair, he smashed it down directly toward Yang Fan's head.

At this sight, the female students in the class shrieked in terror, and a few even covered their eyes, too frightened to watch.

"Aargh!"

A miserable cry rang out, followed immediately by the sound of desks and chairs crashing over in a chaotic tangle.

Startled, everyone blinked open their eyes and looked over, only to be greeted by an unbelievable spectacle.

Chen Dong was lying flat on his back with his limbs splayed upward, wearing an expression of pure agony. His mouth hung wide open as if he were struggling desperately for air.

Three rows of desks had been knocked over, spilling books all across the floor.

At that moment, Chen Dong felt as though his internal organs had been violently displaced and his entire body was shattering apart.

The pain—excruciating and intense—was unlike anything he had ever experienced in his life, forcing tears to stream from his eyes.

"Holy cow! That guy is an absolute beast! He kicked someone flying with a single blow!"

"Hiss... Chen Dong really ran into a brick wall this time. Must hurt like hell."

"Heh, serves that bastard right for having this coming."

The gazes directed at Yang Fan by the rest of the class instantly filled with awe and reverence.

To send a person flying across the room with just one kick required a terrifying amount of physical strength.

Many of the girls gazed at him with hearts in their eyes, convinced that Yang Fan looked impossibly cool.

The other lackey who had intended to join the fray took one look at Yang Fan's chilling gaze, turned on his heel, and bolted out of the classroom in sheer terror.

Already, several students had sprinted off toward the disciplinary office to fetch a teacher.

"Yang Fan, you are seriously the coolest!" Liu Jingjing dashed over to Yang Fan's side, throwing her arms around his sleeve with an expression of boundless excitement.

Witnessing the intimate display between Liu Jingjing and Yang Fan, the surrounding students wore deeply eccentric expressions.