Chapter 3: If I Couldn’t Handle an SS-Rank Feral Beast, Couldn’t I Handle You?

Watching Fang Qingchen’s departing figure, Huang Chunli was so angry that her blouse buttons looked ready to pop off and hit somebody.

Had the students in this class grown this bold?

Was she the teacher, or was he?

Although she had no idea when Fang Qingchen had secretly memorized those lesson points, the dignity of a homeroom teacher still had to be upheld.

Since when was this brat allowed to dismiss the class?

He was getting far too out of line!

She pushed up the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose, already on the verge of exploding.

Her long legs wrapped in black stockings strode forward as she prepared to chase him out and drag him back to the office for a proper scolding.

But just as she passed by the blackboard, her eyes happened to flick toward the section of the board Fang Qingchen had written moments ago.

That single glance was enough to root her to the spot.

Her eyes could no longer move away.

Her body froze in place as if time itself had stopped.

She came from a scholarly family, and the old master at home was an accomplished calligrapher.

Having been immersed in that environment from childhood, she instantly recognized what was extraordinary about it.

“This... this is magnificent handwriting!”

“The ancients said that one’s handwriting reveals one’s character. These strokes are majestic and forceful, filled with the sound of clashing blades and galloping warhorses, carrying an unstoppable momentum.”

“That makes no sense. How could someone capable of writing with such exposed锋芒 and force possibly be a pathetic simp?”

The more Huang Chunli looked, the more shocked she became.

If she had not seen it with her own eyes, she would never have believed that this was written by Fang Qingchen, the publicly acknowledged fool in love.

Even the top ten students in the entire grade might not be able to produce handwriting this good.

It could honestly be said that if the writing on the board before her were copied and submitted, it could win an award in any calligraphy competition.

And not just any award.

It would take first prize by an overwhelming margin.

Contrast.

A shocking, powerful contrast!

She drew in a deep breath, forcing down the incomprehension and astonishment in her heart.

Then she looked toward the equally stunned students.

“All right, class is over.”

“Remember this: tomorrow morning at eight sharp, gather on the athletic field for the martial talent test.”

Just as she was about to head back to the office, she glanced once more at Fang Qingchen’s writing on the blackboard.

She still had not seen enough of it.

“When the student on duty wipes the board later, be careful.”

“Do not erase what Student Fang wrote. Mm... this knowledge point is still very important.”

“Class dismissed.”

With that, she ignored the chaotic discussion breaking out in the classroom and walked away in quick little clicks of her low heels.

“Wow!”

“Wanxing, Fang Qingchen looked so handsome just now!”

“Do you think it’s because his confession failed this morning, so now he wants to show off in front of you?”

“Heehee, he really did manage to pull it off. Honestly, his handwriting really is excellent.”

“It’s just that he went a little too far. The homeroom teacher will probably have the martial arts instructor deal with him.”

Her close little friend Gu Tingting leaned against Lin Wanxing’s desk with a grin.

Her lively eyes darted back and forth between the blackboard and Lin Wanxing’s face.

Lin Wanxing ignored her.

With a hair tie clenched between her lips, she lifted her swan-white neck and used both hands to gather her long hair, tying it into a high ponytail behind her head.

Her gaze remained fixed on the blackboard.

“My goal is to get into one of Great Xia’s Four Great Martial Academies. I have no intention of dating so early.”

Her tone was very calm.

At that moment, Lu Qingqian was walking past the two of them with her head lowered, holding a worn old schoolbag that had been washed until the color had nearly faded away.

When she heard those words, her body paused ever so slightly.

Then she quickly walked away.

“That Lu Qingqian really is strange. She carries her schoolbag in her arms every single day, going to and from school.”

“And she’s always hunched over when she walks. Such a waste of that pure first-love face of hers.”

“If it weren’t for her posture, that face alone would be enough to make her a candidate for school belle.”

“Come on, Wanxing, let’s go. If we leave any later, that Young Master Liu from the elite class will probably come to block your way again.”

Gu Tingting grabbed Lin Wanxing and hurried off with her.

.......

School bike shed.

Looking at the little Yadao electric scooter in front of him, Fang Qingchen felt a headache coming on.

“I really was out of my mind.”

“Instead of taking one of the dozen latest-model maglev flying cars sitting in the garage at home, I actually rode an e-scooter?”

“Of all things to imitate, I had to imitate one of those crooked-smiling underdog Dragon King protagonists.”

“No wonder I died so miserably. Simps really do meet ugly ends.”

“But this little scooter... heh...”

He gave a low chuckle and deftly pulled a key from his pocket.

Beep beep!

Yadao Electric, at your service. Remaining range: 11,451.4 kilometers.

With absolutely no range anxiety, he rode his beloved little scooter out of campus.

Then suddenly—the roar of engines tore through the air as two flashy green Lamborghini supercars came screaming forward.

With a slick drifting turn, they stopped directly in front of Fang Qingchen and blocked his path.

Then the doors slowly lifted, and three tall boys in school uniforms stepped out.

The one in front, a young man nearly one meter ninety tall, leaned arrogantly against the car door.

“Fang Qingchen, you’ve got some nerve. You confessed to Lin Wanxing again?”

“What, were you planning to have the school belle of No. 7 ride that broken battery scooter of yours to school every day?”

He looked at Fang Qingchen with amusement.

In this era, autonomous driving technology had already become highly mature. Other than a flight license, which still required an examination, a ground driving license was automatically issued once a person turned nineteen.

Because of the changes to the martial arts school system, students preparing for the martial exam were basically all already nineteen years old.

Driving to and from school was therefore extremely common.

Although these antique supercars could not compare with maglev flying cars, they were still luxuries.

Ordinary families could not afford them.

His voice was loud, and the supercars were even louder, instantly attracting the attention of the students leaving through the school gate.

Many of them revealed looks of envy and jealousy.

“Wow!”

“A Lambo! So handsome!”

“If he let me sit inside for one ride, I’d be willing to be his girlfriend.”

“Hm? It looks like they’re blocking someone. The one getting blocked... oh, I recognize him now. Isn’t that Fang Qingchen, the one who got rejected today?”

Everyone loved a spectacle.

Many students stopped walking and gathered in the distance to watch.

Some of them also recognized the three boys in the supercars.

“That’s Li Jiangnan from Class Four. His family owns factories. They’re loaded.”

“He’s strong too. His physical stat has already reached 1.1, and he’s trained three mandatory martial arts to the level of Accomplished Proficiency.”

“As long as the martial talent he awakens tomorrow isn’t complete trash, getting into the elite martial arts class is practically guaranteed.”

“I heard he’s also been pursuing Lin Wanxing lately.”

“This is really going to be a good show.”

The watching students chattered endlessly.

The road out had been blocked.

Fang Qingchen’s brows immediately knit together.

Someone had come looking for trouble!

Then, in the next instant, a bright, easy smile spread across his face.

Something this good actually existed? He had only just been reborn, and already a lucky volunteer had come to serve as his punching bag?

Although he had done everything he could before dying in his previous life and left behind no regrets, he had still been carrying a little pent-up frustration.

That whole bellyful of wicked fire had nowhere to go, and now someone had kindly delivered himself right to the door.

If he could not deal with an SS-rank feral beast, could he not deal with a little brat like this?

Seeing that Fang Qingchen still had the mood to smile at a time like this, Li Jiangnan’s temper flared at once.

“You’re still smiling? I’ll make you cry!”

“Fang Qingchen, I remember your physical stat scores being pretty decent. Let’s have a little martial arts spar.”

His feet shifted.

He moved like the wind.

His whole body lunged forward like a fierce tiger, pouncing straight at Fang Qingchen.

The five fingers of his hand curled like hooked claws, tearing through the air like the talons of a tiger.

They came crashing down viciously toward Fang Qingchen’s chest.

“The Tiger-Subduing Tyrant Claw!”

Used with a physical stat of 1.1, the move was incomparably ferocious.

If it landed, Fang Qingchen would be bedridden for at least a week!