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Wang Weiguo sprayed out a mouthful of tea in shock, splashing it all over the table, which thoroughly satisfied Chu Feng's mischief.
He dodged nimbly, pulled out a tissue from the table, and handed it to Wang Weiguo with a grin, "Uncle, don't panic, it's just a minor issue!"
Wang Weiguo snatched the tissue and wiped the water from the corner of his mouth.
His eyes were bulging, incredulous as he looked at Chu Feng, firing off a barrage of questions like a machine gun:
"You're not hurt, right? Jia Ren came after you? You killed him? How did you kill him?"
Chu Feng felt warmth in his heart as he heard Wang Weiguo's first concern was for him.
He laughed, "Uncle, don't worry, let me explain slowly."
Then, sitting in the chair, he started recounting last night's perilous adventure, making Wang Weiguo's eyebrows twitch.
Every time the story reached a tense moment, his face darkened, and he almost seemed to radiate a tangible killing intent.
Not until the end, when he heard that both Jia Ren and another Martial Artist at the Foundation Establishment Stage were killed by Chu Feng's scheme, did he look at Chu Feng differently.
It was as if he was eager to find out where this youngster got the guts to play mind games with two people at the Foundation Establishment Stage.
He pointed at Chu Feng, infuriated, "You, what can I say about you, being so careless with your safety!
"Both of those bastards are a whole realm higher than you. If something had gone wrong, I wouldn't be seeing you today!"
Chu Feng argued innocently, "I had to fight back, right?
"But last night really was dangerous. Fortunately, thanks to the secret technique you gave me, Uncle, I managed to get through safely.
"Fighting one Foundation Establishment Stage Martial Artist isn't a big deal, but two would have been difficult!"
"Idiot! There are always bigger fish. How dare you, a mere kid, be so bold!..."
Watching Chu Feng's smug face, Wang Weiguo cursed him up and down for a good while.
Only then did Chu Feng bow his head and humbly promise not to take such risks again.
Wang Weiguo, glaring and huffing with anger, took a long time to calm down before he gruffly said:
"If you're fine now, then get the hell out. Just seeing you pisses me off!
"You don't need to worry about the aftermath. I'll have someone take care of it for you."
Seeing Chu Feng's hesitant demeanor, he rolled his eyes, "Spit it out already!"
Chu Feng laughed, "Jia Ren could only follow me so closely because someone in the school was tipping him off."
In the face of Wang Weiguo's serious look, he rubbed his hands and said, "I already know who it is!
"But to catch the rat, I need your help, Uncle..."
After a long secret discussion, Wang Weiguo finally grabbed Chu Feng and kicked him out the door.
...
At one o'clock in the afternoon, Martial Arts Theory class.
Ding Bowen was visibly restless.
A large empty space had cleared around his desk.
All of the classmates had moved their desks away, preferring to squeeze together rather than sit anywhere near him.
As their eyes swept past him, each face displayed disdain, contempt, or hatred.
Even the students who used to sit next to him had put on masks, as if just breathing the same air was disgusting.
Ding Bowen was the snitch who, during Chu Feng's rescue operation, had betrayed his classmates to save himself, nearly getting killed by Chu Feng's kick.
Everyone had a sense of justice, and his treacherous act had spread, tarnishing his reputation throughout the school.
All his friends disassociated themselves from him.
Unless someone had a motive to use him, nobody wanted to associate with someone with a history of betrayal.
On the battlefield, such a person would be executed by military law or secretly put to death by comrades so much sooner!
If it were not for the Ding Family being one of Ninghe City's three major families, with vast wealth and substantial local influence, ordinary people would not dare provoke him.
Given his actions, he'd be put in a sack and beaten three times a day.
Once again feeling the classmates' disdainful gaze and hearing their muttered curses, he bowed his head, his teeth grinding noisily.
With a fierce look and silently enunciating each word with animosity, he repeated two words: Chu Feng!
Chu Feng!!
Recalling the lively atmosphere of classmates chatting around him in the past, compared to his current situation where even dogs would despise him.
He felt as though there was a blazing flame of anger within him, burning to incinerate Chu Feng alive!
'It's all Chu Feng's fault! If not for him, I wouldn't have fallen to this state!
'Now I am abandoned by all, hated and guarded against by everyone!
'Even my evaluations have been marked as terrible, and I won't be able to go to college!
'No college will want me!
'It was just a moment of impulse, that's all!'
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'If not for Chu Feng, I would still be the second heir of the Ding Family!
'Now, I've lost my status within the family, my access to resources has been cut off...
'I'm about to be thrown out like trash, struggling at the bottom like a loser!
'This is all Chu Feng's fault!
'I will kill him! I must take his life!!'
Blood trickled down the corner of his lips, the humiliation he felt from those around him, he attributed all of it to Chu Feng.
'I did nothing wrong, everything was just a temporary measure! Once I escape this situation, of course, I will go rescue them!'
'Only curse Chu Feng, that orphan with no parents to speak of, for being in such good terms with the Wang Family!'
Chu Feng was protected by the Wang Family, so even though Ding Bowen had a mother who doted on him and could easily handle any ordinary person,
he was helpless against Chu Feng.
He had no choice but to find crooked paths, to seek external help!
Previously, when Jia Ren contacted him through a secret channel, asking him to shadow Chu Feng and relay information,
out of hatred for Chu Feng, Ding Bowen agreed without hesitation.
According to the original plan, after Jia Ren captured Chu Feng last night, he would contact him.
To let him personally kill Chu Feng in revenge!
But he waited all night and Jia Ren never got in touch!
And this morning, he saw with eyes red with fury, Chu Feng jumping around with nary a care and brandishing swords in the Martial Arts Hall.
Not only sparring with others but also receiving a confession from Qin Xueqing?
Having once courted Qin Xueqing and been rejected, the hate in Ding Bowen's heart was immense.
His rage was about to reach the ninth heaven!
Glancing at the teacher on stage, he sneakily took out his messaging terminal from his pocket, attempting to contact Jia Ren once again.
To ask what on earth he was doing!
But as soon as he took it out, a piece of chalk hurtled through the air and hit him, followed by the teacher's roar in the otherwise silent classroom:
"Ding Bowen! If you don't want to study, don't disrupt others who do!"
Startled, he jolted and immediately stuffed the terminal back into his pocket, mumbling as he bowed his head.
As he met the disdainful looks from his classmates, he nearly buried his head into his lap, dying of shame and rage.
...
Time passed slowly, and Ding Bowen felt as if an hour was as long as a whole year.
During that time, whenever he thought of taking out his messaging terminal, his actions would be interrupted by a flying piece of chalk from the podium.
Which would then be followed by a merciless roll call and roar.
So he settled down, realizing that he was thoroughly marked by the teacher and that any further commotion would be even more embarrassing.
It wasn't until the teacher on stage announced "Class dismissed!" that he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Not looking at those openly contemptuous eyes, he slipped through the back door and headed straight for the restroom with his head down.
What he didn't know was that after he left, the teacher on stage gave a meaningful look to a strange teacher standing at the front door.
The stranger gave a discreet nod and followed.
...
Inside the restroom stall, Ding Bowen locked the door, ignoring the foul stench as he took out the palm-sized messaging terminal.
He first keyed in a string of identification codes and requested a holographic call, but after a long while, there was no answer.
Furious, he opened the text message function and typed out a flurry of words:
[Jia Ren, what are you doing! Why aren't you answering my calls and replying to my messages!]
[Why didn't you stick to the plan we set a few days ago! Have you changed your mind!]
[Why haven't you captured Chu Feng!]
[You promised to help me kill him!]
"Boom!"
While he was fervently sending messages, suddenly, a loud bang ensued, and the restroom door was violently ripped open!
The door panel flew out ferociously and crashed against the opposite wall with a "bang".
In his stunned state, a hand reached in from outside, snatched away the messaging terminal from his hands in a flash!
The stranger revealed himself, glanced through the message record with a sneer, and said:
"You truly have the gall of a cur and are astonishingly foolish!
"Contacting criminals outside school to harm a fellow student..."
He pocketed the messaging terminal and spoke, devoid of emotion, to Ding Bowen who had collapsed on the floor, snot and tears streaming down his face, his pants wet with urine:
"Traitor Ding Bowen, come with me!"