"You rest for a while, and if there's no improvement soon, the teacher will take you to the hospital," Lan Yuqin said to Chen Nan, then turned angrily to the two bullies squatting on the ground and snapped, "Xiao Jiji, Tian Piyan, are you two still students? Always bullying classmates every other day, even extorting protection fees; what do you think this school is!?"
The two guys, in pain, grimaced and trembled all over their bodies.
"Teacher, I... I didn't take any protection fees, really... it was him who hit us," Xiao Jiji trembled all over in pain, trying to defend himself.
Tian Piyan also quickly said, "Yeah, teacher, it's true... he hit us, our hands are practically ruined by him!"
"Do you think I'm blind?" Lan Yuqin glared at them both, getting quite annoyed now, "I saw everything from outside, clearly, you were the ones bullying the new student here, and that person didn't even fight back. And you have the nerve to say he hit you? Come on, we'll talk more in the office!" Having said that, she turned and walked out of the classroom.
Xiao Jiji and Tian Piyan glared at Chen Nan with malicious eyes, then covered their hands and walked out.
As soon as the homeroom teacher and the two bullies left, the classroom erupted. Many people gave Chen Nan thumbs up, their admiration flowing like the never-ending waters of the Yangtze River, as uncontrollable as the flooding of the Yellow River.
Not having to lift a finger and yet handling the two bullies was a sign of real talent!
Unlike the others, the class monitor Huo Xinya was frowning at the moment, muttering to herself in a voice only she could hear, "Who on earth is he? How does he know Inner Qi Gong?"
"Pure Bro, why is your head so hard?" Su Qingqing was also full of curiosity and touched Chen Nan's head, but much to her disappointment, Chen Nan's head was warm and his skin was soft, no different from the rest.
Chen Nan flashed a grin, "Heh, I've practiced the Iron Head Skill."
If Xiao Jiji and the others had heard this, they would probably be so angry that they'd spit blood, cursing Chen Nan's ancestors for eighteen generations for not mentioning earlier that he had practiced Iron Head Skill...
Su Qingqing blinked, then reached out to touch Chen Nan's chest again, "Then why is your chest so resilient? Don't tell me you've also practiced the Iron Chest Skill?"
I've been chest-attacked again!
Chen Nan felt depressed, as this was the second time Su Qingqing had touched him, and he hadn't even touched her once; it was a total loss. He definitely needed to find an opportunity to get even!
Chen Nan silently vowed in his heart and laughed, "They're just too weak, hitting people like they're tickling."
This triggered Su Qingqing. With Xiao Jiji's height of one meter eighty and a weight of a hundred and fifty pounds, how could she say he was weak? Tickling? Then what about the punch and kick she tried on Chen Nan at home yesterday... it wouldn't even count as tickling...
Through the morning self-study period, Su Qingqing was immersed in frustration...
In the blink of an eye, the time for the first lesson arrived, and a middle-aged, slightly overweight teacher entered the classroom.
Next, Su Qingqing listened with interest, while Chen Nan found it extremely dull. After listening for five minutes, he couldn't take it anymore and started snoring away with his head on the desk.
The teacher was lecturing with great enthusiasm from above, while Chen Nan was dreaming about discussing life with his junior martial sister.
"This function should be solved ..." The teacher on the stage had great confidence in his teaching abilities, feeling extremely satisfied with the eager looks from the students below.
However, just as he was about to continue the lecture—
"Junior martial sister, just give in to me!" The voice of Chen Nan's sleep-talking.
In the silent classroom, these words struck like a bolt from the blue!
All the students turned their heads in unison to see Chen Nan sprawled on his desk with a silly smile on his face.
After a brief silence, the students erupted into a burst of hearty laughter.
"Damn, is he sick or something?"
"No wonder he dares to go against Xiao Jiji. He's just a fool."
"And calling himself 'little junior sister,' why doesn't he just say, 'Mistress, just surrender to this old monk!' Hahaha..."
The entire class laughed as if a tickling spot had been hit, rocking frontwards and backwards. As for the teacher on the podium, his face was ashen, glaring at Chen Nan in fury, blowing his beard and staring with wide eyes.
Su Qingqing beside him was also speechless, sitting next to such an idiot, it was so embarrassing!
Su Qingqing pushed Chen Nan, calling out somewhat helplessly.
Chen Nan groggily opened his eyes, finally awoken by the noise. He scanned the class, then saw Su Qingqing's resigned face and felt utterly embarrassed—so damn embarrassing!
"Idiot, you're finished." Su Qingqing revealed an 'I hope you have luck on your side' expression, as she said with a smug smile.
Looking at her gloating demeanor, Chen Nan felt utterly helpless. This girl was just too disloyal.
"The new guy, what's your name!?"
Math teacher Zhang Daxin glared at Chen Nan, slamming the teaching stick down hard on the desk, wishing he could slap him all the way to Mars. This fellow not only slept through his class but also talked in his sleep, completely disregarding him as a teacher!
In fact, Chen Nan indeed didn't take him seriously...
Gazing at the teacher on the podium, Chen Nan seemed not to have heard him and turned his head to look out the window.
Zhang Daxin was so angry he almost leapt up. To defy him in class after committing an error—he had never encountered such a student in all his years of teaching.
The other students in class were also stunned, looking at Chen Nan with disbelief, all secretly giving him a thumbs up. In most students' eyes, he was simply a role model, an example, a benchmark!
"Second in Group Three, stand up!" Zhang Daxin roared, eyes bulging: "Why don't you answer when I call you!?"
Chen Nan quickly stood up, his face full of confusion, "No way? Teacher, you just called for the newcomer. My name isn't 'newcomer,' so why should I answer?"
As soon as these words came out, the students almost choked with laughter.
But Zhang Daxin's face turned livid with rage, whipping the desk furiously with his stick and pointing at Chen Nan, he bellowed: "Get out, go out and stand as punishment!"
Upon hearing this, Chen Nan's face lit up with joy, he cried out: "Thank you, teacher!" and then dashed out of the classroom, running away.
"Who told you to run, stop right there, stop!" Zhang Daxin bellowed, striding after him, but Chen Nan pretended not to hear, completely ignoring him.
Chen Nan ran out of the classroom, ready to head downstairs. But just as he turned the corner to the stairwell, he was hit by a waft of fragrance. Looking up, he saw the homeroom teacher Lan Yuqin walking towards him.