Seeing the dart, Wang Dazhong was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he shrank back vigorously, "You... what do you want me to do to make you believe me?"
"I believe only the dead can be trusted."
Chen Nan blew on the dart, producing a clear, trembling sound, and stared at Wang Dazhong, "Which do you think is better? A knife stabbed into your heart, or a sliced throat?"
Wang Dazhong was almost scared to pee his pants, shaking all over, "You... you can’t kill me, murder is illegal, you can’t kill me!"
Not only was Wang Dazhong scared half to death, even Lan Yuqin got a shock.
She was actually worried that Chen Nan might impulsively do something foolish and quickly grabbed him, saying, "Chen Nan, don’t be foolish. Just scare him a bit, don’t do anything stupid, it could ruin your life."
Chen Nan turned around, his back facing Wang Dazhong, and winked at Lan Yuqin.
Lan Yuqin suddenly understood that Chen Nan was just scaring him, and although she still urged him verbally, she was no longer anxious.
"Stop talking, sir. Such scum is a menace to society, it’s better if he’s dead," Chen Nan said fiercely.
Lan Yuqin played along with his act, her face twisted in conflict. After a long moment, she finally gritted her teeth and said, "Fine, let’s go all out and just kill him, then dispose of the body to stop him possibly talking later."
Chen Nan nodded, "That’s what I was thinking. So, Wang Dazhong, tell me, how would you like to die?"
Wang Dazhong, sweating cold sweat, desperately shook his head, "No, don’t kill me, I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die! I took these photos with my phone, there really are no copies, please believe me!"
"What if you are lying to me?"
Chen Nan twiddled the dart, aiming it at Wang Dazhong’s chest, "Teacher Wang, I think, stabbing it into your heart seems more fitting. Do you think this way of dying is elegant or not?"
"Elegant... no, no no no, not elegant, not at all elegant."
Chen Nan tapped the dart against his face, smiling broadly, "Then tell me an elegant way to die, and I’ll grant it to you, alright?"
Wang Dazhong directly knelt on the ground, continuously kowtowing toward Chen Nan and Lan Yuqin, "I really don’t have any copies, I won’t dare again, please show me mercy, spare me!"
Seeing Wang Dazhong’s reaction, Chen Nan became certain that he hadn’t lied, he really didn’t have any copies.
"Sparing you, that would be letting you off too easily."
Chen Nan squatted down to face Wang Dazhong, tapping his face, "How about this, I castrate you, alright? That will prevent you from ever targeting my teacher Lan again."
"No, no, that’s not okay at all!"
Wang Dazhong began to cry, choking out, "I swear I won’t have ill intentions again, please believe me, you must believe me."
Chen Nan was silent for a while, then suddenly asked, "Where’s your wallet? Let me see it."
Wang Dazhong froze, unsure of his meaning, and quickly took out his wallet and handed it to Chen Nan.
Chen Nan opened the wallet and saw there were fifteen hundred-yuan notes.
He pocketed the fifteen hundred yuan, handed the wallet back to him, "Considering your sincere attitude, I’ll spare you today. This fifteen hundred yuan is my labor fee. If you ever dare target my teacher Lan again, I won’t be asking for fifteen hundred yuan, but for your head, understand?"
As Chen Nan spoke, he squeezed the dart forcefully.
Suddenly, the steel darts deformed, twisting into a piece of scrap metal that clanged as it hit the ground.
Wang Dazhong stared in astonishment, utterly dumbfounded.
The steel darts, reshaped by his hands, required immense strength!
This guy was indeed not someone to be trifled with!
Wang Dazhong muttered to himself and hurriedly nodded in earnest, saying, "Understood, understood. From now on, Teacher Lan in my eyes is just like my own mother. I will definitely respect her and never dare to harbor any improper thoughts again."
Upon hearing this analogy, both Lan Yuqin and Chen Nan were left speechless.
Chen Nan shook his hands.
Wang Dazhong, as if granted amnesty, dared not delay, scrambling and rushing out of Lan Yuqin’s dormitory.
"Teacher, if there’s nothing else, I’ll head back to the classroom first."
Chen Nan said, preparing to leave, but Lan Yuqin held him back: "Wait a minute, my mind is a mess right now, don’t leave just yet."
Chen Nan nodded and sat down on the sofa.
After preparing a cup of tea for him, Lan Yuqin sat down beside him and said, "It’s true what they say, the forest is bigger, the more birds there are. I never expected that among our school’s teaching staff there would be such scum"
"He’s just a piece of trash, don’t take it to heart."
Chen Nan sipped his tea and smiled, "You’re not scared now, are you? Afraid to go back to your dorm?"
Lan Yuqin pouted, "I’m not afraid of him. I was just thinking that people like him shouldn’t teach, as they surely mislead the students, who knows how many they can harm.
Chen Nan nodded and said nothing.
After a moment of silence, Lan Yuqin suddenly stood up and said, "Right, you had promised to teach me calligraphy, now’s a good time, I’ll go get the paper and ink."
Watching Lan Yuqin’s retreating figure, Chen Nan smiled and said, "Hey, I never promised to teach you. You just decided that on your own."
"You’re teaching me whether you like it or not."
Lan Yuqin said spiritedly, turned back with a smile, and walked into the room to fetch the paper and ink.
Sitting at the desk, Lan Yuqin wrote a few characters: "How come I feel like, while I can imitate your script, it lacks the essence and doesn’t capture the bold and powerful charm you write with?"
Chen Nan shook his head and said, "Don’t try to deliberately imitate anyone. Everyone has a different personality and the spirit revealed in their writing naturally differs. Men generally write with bold strokes, carrying a certain vigor, while women’s writing is often more delicate and restrained, basically the opposite of men’s. That’s why you can’t emulate my charm, and I can’t copy yours."
Lan Yuqin nodded, somewhat comprehension, "Then what should I do? I used to think my handwriting was pretty good, but after seeing yours, I realized mine looks like it was written by an elementary schooler."
"Many people’s writing lacks emotion. Let me hold your hand and write a few with you, then you’ll understand what I mean."
Chen Nan moved behind Lan Yuqin, his chest pressing against her back, and took her hand that held the pen from behind.
Smelling the pleasant fragrance of her body, Chen Nan couldn’t help but take a deep breath, momentarily forgetting how to move the pen.