Chapter 30

"Wait... I need to record this video so everyone in the school can enjoy it." Zhou Cui, thinking about how Ning Yi had just slapped him hard, felt an intense hatred and immediately took out his phone, aiming the camera at Ning Yi.

Seeing this, Guo Hui’s lips curled slightly, and he said with a faint smile, "Hmph, I can’t wait to see how Li Jiawei will handle this."

"Bro, what a pity, Wen Shao isn’t here. Otherwise, this scene would be even more perfect," Guo Yan said with a grin.

"Watching the show... watching the show..." Guo Hui was in high spirits.

"Haha... Ning Yi is over there, Du Ze... Good, Du Ze is standing up, haha, the show is about to start..." Zhou Cui adjusted the camera to a wide-angle shot and excitedly provided a live commentary, "Good, Du Ze’s expression looks really fierce, and Ning Yi is so cool... It’s like a clash of thunder and lightning, they’re about to fight... What a thrill..."

"Du Ze’s hand is up... He’s gathering his battle aura... Haha, ... Hmm? He... He... What is he doing?" Zhou Cui, who had been standing straight, suddenly slumped and sat down on the bench, "This bastard, he actually obediently gave his seat to Ning Yi... Damn, this is impossible."

"That’s not right... Master Hui... Master Hui... What’s going on..."

"You don’t need to say it, I saw it." Guo Hui stared intently at the unbelievable scene happening in the distance, took a deep breath, and clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles cracked.

Damn, this is too exaggerated. He didn’t even dare to fart, and then he rolled off his seat like a dog. What the hell is this? The Du Ze I know isn’t like this at all.

But the fact is, it did happen, right in front of his eyes.

And even more dramatically, Du Ze, as if bitten by a venomous snake, not only gave up his seat but also stood up and walked toward the door... toward them, holding a book.

Guo Hui kicked Zhou Cui with his leg, "Go and provoke him a bit."

Zhou Cui nodded in understanding.

Du Ze walked over, and Zhou Cui cleared his throat, just about to speak, when Du Ze stared at him, tilted his head, and raised his chin, "Hey, give me your seat."

"What?" Zhou Cui’s prepared words were instantly shattered by Du Ze’s arrogant tone.

"I said, give me your seat. Are you deaf?" Du Ze glared, reached out, and slammed his hand on the table with a loud "slap!" that even startled Guo Hui.

"You damn..." Zhou Cui was extremely frustrated. He was still fuming from being slapped by Ning Yi, and now this guy was provoking him!

The main reason was that this guy had been driven away by Ning Yi. It was too much of an insult. Ning Yi, that waste of space, he didn’t dare to provoke, but now he was bullying him? Picking on the weak?

But before he could finish his three words,

"Slap!" Du Ze immediately gave him a slap. This time, Zhou Cui’s head spun, and stars filled his eyes.

"Damn!" Now not only was Zhou Cui stunned, but Guo Hui and Guo Yan were also stunned.

Damn, bullying isn’t done this way!

Guo Hui couldn’t help but stand up. Before he could speak, Du Ze’s hand was already in front of him, blocking him, "No need to say it. I know Zhou Cui is your man, but today he pissed me off. I want to beat him up. Is there a problem with that?"

Under the table, Guo Hui’s fists clenched so tightly that they crackled, but his face remained calm as he slowly asked, "Oh, may I ask, how did Master Cui offend you, Master Ze?"

"It’s his own fault. He went and provoked that waste of space, Ning Yi..." After saying the word "waste of space," he unconsciously glanced back and then immediately put on a stern face, "I’m the one who gets dragged into it. What’s wrong with me asking for his seat?"

"Let’s be clear. I’m not happy right now, Master Hui. I know I’m not your match, but I’m taking Zhou Cui’s seat, and that’s it."

Guo Hui’s blood boiled, but looking at Du Ze’s limitlessly arrogant face, he still suppressed his anger, "Master Ze, you will regret this."

"You can say that to my brother." Du Ze arrogantly raised his chin.

"Damn!" Guo Yan couldn’t hold back any longer and clenched his fists, ready to strike, but Guo Hui gave him a fierce glare.

Then he took a deep breath, looked at Zhou Cui, and said calmly, "Zhou Cui, give him your seat."

"What? Master... Master Hui, why... why should I give it to this bastard?" Zhou Cui was almost spitting blood. Not only had he been slapped for no reason, but he also had to give his seat to the person who slapped him. Was there any justice in the world?

"I told you to give it, so give it. No more nonsense." Guo Hui’s tone turned dark as he looked at Zhou Cui.

"Fine... Fine, I’ll... I’ll give it." Zhou Cui, seeing the situation, could only grit his teeth and give up his seat.

Du Ze showed no sign of humility, sneered, and sat down, then cursed, "Damn, is your ass hatching eggs or something, so hot?"

Zhou Cui, upon hearing this, had the urge to hang himself, but under Guo Hui’s stern gaze, he didn’t even dare to fart.

Damn! I, Zhou Cui, am at least a Level 2 Qi Practitioner, a quasi-warrior. Is my face meant to be slapped around like this?

Damn!

In the distance, Li Jiawei glanced at Ning Yi, clenched her fists, and couldn’t help but punch him lightly, "Hey, what’s going on? Why does Du Ze run away like he’s seen a ghost when he sees you, and now he’s bullying others? Did you give him some kind of drug?"

Ning Yi, flipping through the "Basics of Martial Cultivation" in his hand, answered without looking up, "No, I didn’t. But I think it’s because I’m so handsome."

"Go to hell, tell me the truth quickly, or you’ll be in for it. Do you think I won’t revoke your library card in a minute?"

"Uh..." Ning Yi was taken aback. Du Ze was nothing, but Li Jiawei was the real tough one.

"Fine, the truth is, I gave him a good beating last night. So, he probably has some psychological trauma when he sees me now," Ning Yi said honestly.

"Pfft, who believes that." Li Jiawei’s lips curled slightly, and she turned her head, her black hair brushing against Ning Yi’s face, "Tell me something more reliable."

Ning Yi shrugged. If she didn’t believe it, he had no other explanation.

"If you don’t believe me, you can ask Du Ze yourself, see if what I said is true or not," Ning Yi sighed.

"You... Hmph, you know I won’t ask him." Li Jiawei was visibly annoyed.

"Hmm? Right, I haven’t asked you yet. Why do you look so nervous when you see Du Ze? Do you owe him money?" Ning Yi asked curiously. When he brought Li Jiawei over, she had been hesitant, looking back every few steps, as if he was taking her to her death.

"You don’t know?" Li Jiawei’s face turned red as she asked.

"Why should I know?" Ning Yi smiled and asked back.

"I’ll tell you why." Before Ning Yi could get an answer from Li Jiawei, a male voice interrupted, answering for her, "Because her fiancé is Du Ze’s brother."

Ning Yi looked up and saw a man in a white suit, his hair neatly combed back, about 1.8 meters tall, with a handsome face and slightly sparse eyebrows. He stood with his hands in his pockets, looking down at Ning Yi and Li Jiawei from above.

Level 5 Qi Practitioner, early stage! A strong person!

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