Chapter 9

Seven or eight unlucky guys had already returned to the classroom and taken their seats.

This class was history, and the history teacher was a little deaf old man. When Zhao Yan and the others returned, Fan Long called out to report, shouting three or four times before the history teacher finally heard and allowed them to enter.

Most of the students in the classroom were secretly laughing at the scene. Fan Long, Ji Yichun, and the others had dark faces and were very unhappy. Normally, Zhao Yan would also get angry.

But this time, Zhao Yan had no reaction, his expression was indifferent, and he coldly watched the "small people" in the classroom who were secretly laughing, without any concern.

For Zhao Yan, losing face in front of Xiao Mengyue was very hurtful to his self-esteem. As for what the others in the class thought of him, it didn't matter.

At this moment, Zhao Yan slightly tilted his head and stared out the window, lost in thought, very quietly.

"Ah Yan! What are you daydreaming about? Hurry up and write your novel! We're waiting to read it!"

Ji Yichun, who was sitting behind Zhao Yan, suddenly pushed his shoulder, urging and reminding him. Fan Long, Lou Wenhao, and others were also looking at Zhao Yan. Now, those who liked "Full Moon and Curved Blade" were not just Fan Long, Lou Wenhao, Ji Yichun, and Huo Qin Qin, but also two other boys who had read the beginning of "Full Moon and Curved Blade."

"Leave me alone!"

Zhao Yan replied indifferently without turning his head.

"What do you mean 'leave me alone'? Hurry up and write! Don't waste time!"

Ji Yichun, who couldn't see Zhao Yan's expression, continued to urge him. Zhao Yan frowned, turned his head, and gave him a cold look, but said nothing, just staring at Ji Yichun coldly.

Ji Yichun was taken aback, his urging expression turned calm, and he smiled helplessly, saying softly, "Okay, okay! You're the boss! If you don't want to write, fine! You're tough, alright?"

Zhao Yan didn't respond, his cold eyes swept over Lou Wenhao and Fan Long, and when he turned back to stare out the window, no one dared to urge him to write the novel anymore.

As Ji Yichun had said, Zhao Yan was the leader of their group. They could only勉强 (barely) make the others do things, but they couldn't make him do anything.

Although Zhao Yan was lost in thought, his ears could still hear some of the history teacher's lecture.

With the college entrance exam approaching, the history teacher was reviewing the main historical timeline of China, from the primitive humans to the current Ming Dynasty.

Because the Ming Dynasty still existed and had a history of over six hundred years, the history teacher was very enthusiastic when talking about the Ming Dynasty. He not only mentioned all the emperors of the Ming Dynasty but also highlighted several particularly outstanding ministers.

For example, Liu Bowen and Xu Da, who assisted Zhu Yuanzhang in founding the dynasty, and during the Jianwen Emperor's reign, the great general Wang Chuanhong, who suppressed Zhu Di's rebellion.

When talking about Wang Chuanhong, the history teacher became visibly excited, licking his lips and saying, "Everyone knows General Wang Chuanhong, right? He is the only general in history, besides the mighty Xiang Yu, who could lift a tripod! When Prince Yan Zhu Di rose in rebellion, his forces were unstoppable, but General Wang Chuanhong, appointed in a time of crisis, defeated Zhu Di seven times in seven battles and beheaded the rebel Zhu Di! He saved the dynasty from collapse and upheld the state in its time of crisis..."

The story of General Wang Chuanhong was something Zhao Yan and the others had heard since childhood, and they were already tired of it. Listening to the history teacher's enthusiastic lecture, Zhao Yan felt even more annoyed, as if a swarm of flies were buzzing in his ears.

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Finally, the bell rang, and it was time to go home for lunch.

Zhao Yan breathed a sigh of relief. Before the teacher left, he got up, draped his jacket over his arm, and wobbled out of the classroom through the back door. Ji Yichun, Lou Wenhao, and Fan Long exchanged glances and quickly followed.

Huo Qin Qin, hearing the commotion behind her, turned around and saw Zhao Yan's gloomy face, her eyes filled with concern. After some thought, she also got up and followed behind.

"Ah Yan! What's wrong? Not happy?"

Fan Long, catching up to Zhao Yan, was the first to ask.

Zhao Yan gave him a bored glance, "Should I be happy?"

Lou Wenhao: "Is it because the class monitor hit you, and Xiao Mengyue saw it?"

Lou Wenhao was more perceptive.

Ji Yichun gritted his teeth, "When I graduate, I'll definitely go to the junior high school and beat up his son! That's too much!"

Zhao Yan pursed his lips but said nothing.

The four brothers walked together, with Fan Long being the fattest, Ji Yichun the strongest, Lou Wenhao the tallest and thinnest, and Zhao Yan, who was second in height to Lou Wenhao, not as strong as Ji Yichun but the one who seemed the most intimidating.

Not only because of the faint hint of evil on his lips, but also because of his well-proportioned figure and the solid muscles visible on his arms.

As the four walked together, almost all the students on the way actively made way for them.

All four were around seventeen or eighteen years old, with the shortest, Fan Long, standing about 1.75 meters tall.

On the way, students from other classes who were also underachievers would smile and greet Zhao Yan and the others. In fact, these underachievers had all been dealt with by Zhao Yan and his group.

Not only Zhao Yan knew how to practice Bajiquan; over the years, Fan Long, Ji Yichun, and Lou Wenhao had all learned this martial art from Zhao Yan. The four of them could take on a dozen small-time hooligans, and they had long been the dominant force in the school.

On the way, many people noticed that Zhao Yan's mood was off. Although Zhao Yan walked with a wobble and his shirt was loosely worn, his tall and long legs, broad shoulders, and narrow waist, along with his cold, indifferent eyes, made people feel uneasy.

When the four brothers rode their bicycles out of the school gate, Zhao Yan immediately saw Xiao Mengyue getting into the Black Panther Phantom as usual.

The Black Panther Phantom was a top-of-the-line luxury car developed by the Ming Dynasty, a flagship product of the Longxiang General's family business, priced at a minimum of 30 million, and ranked among the world's luxury cars.

Zhao Yan stopped his bicycle, propping it up with his feet, and stared at Xiao Mengyue getting into the car. Fan Long and the others also stopped their bicycles, following Zhao Yan's gaze.

The three of them fell silent.

They all knew that Zhao Yan liked Xiao Mengyue, but her family background was far above Zhao Yan's.

Fan Long sighed lightly, patted Zhao Yan's shoulder, and comforted him, "Ah Yan! Don't think too much! With your abilities, many women will be willing to be with you in the future! Xiao Mengyue... forget it!"

Lou Wenhao also said softly, "Yeah! Ah Yan! We're not in the same world as Xiao Mengyue! She has a good family background, is the school beauty, and has excellent grades! She will definitely go to a top university in the future, so give it up!"

Ji Yichun didn't say anything, but his expression kept changing, and it was unclear what he was thinking.

"Let's go!"

Zhao Yan didn't respond to Fan Long and Lou Wenhao, his expression calm, and he rode his bicycle away like an arrow.

(Thank you to Zhang Qingxin, October's Aquarius, °Distance Xiang for donating 10 points, Wuhen Pavilion's Evil Young Master, Jie Wu Kuangtu, Li Jia Baiding, Xi Bian Gu Ji Zhe, Xiaoxiao Yu Zhong Ren, Yi Meng Ru Feng for donating 100 points, Hao Jun's Wen Hao for donating 200 points, Shu Jiong RZ for donating 1888 points, Tian Yi* for donating 4364 points, and becoming the first Hall Master of this book!)

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