How Do We Play If This Boss Isn't Nerfed?-Chapter 38: Dark Horse VS Dark Horse
Sun Qian’s gaze lingered on Lin Ye for less than two seconds before turning to Chen Meng, speaking with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.
"Mr. Chen, what exactly are you up to, bringing your student... to challenge my class?"
Although Sun Qian’s tone was still polite.
But everyone could hear the belligerence in his words.
The atmosphere in the entire third-floor training hall grew tense because of this sudden confrontation.
The students who had been sparring intensely all stopped, their gazes sweeping back and forth between Chen Meng, Sun Qian, and Lin Ye. The air was thick with the scent of gossip and the anticipation of a good show.
Seeing the tense atmosphere, Xv Zhisheng, the homeroom teacher for Class 2, hastily took a few steps back.
His posture screamed, ’If you’re going to fight, go ahead, just don’t get any blood on me.’
Chen Meng, completely unconcerned, clapped a large hand on Lin Ye’s shoulder with a dull THUD.
"Not at all, Mr. Su. You’re exaggerating."
"This student of mine has been training so hard lately he’s gone a little numb in the head. He insists on seeing what real masters are like."
"So I thought to myself, in all of Dongjiang First Middle School, there’s nowhere else you could say is packed with masters besides your Class 1 and Class 2."
"So I brought him here to open his eyes and, while we’re at it, teach him that there’s always a higher mountain, knock that sharp edge off him a bit."
Chen Meng’s voice was sonorous, with no attempt at concealment, and it instantly spread throughout the entire hall.
On the surface, his words seemed humble, even flattering.
But to the ears of Sun Qian and the other top students, they sounded completely different.
’What do you mean, "open his eyes"?’
’What do you mean, "there’s always a higher mountain"?’
’Isn’t this just a blatant way of saying, "My student thinks he’s hot shit, so I brought him here to challenge you guys"?!’
Sun Qian’s expression instantly darkened.
He’d been annoyed with Chen Meng for a long time.
’The guy’s always acting so high and mighty, strutting around like he’s hot stuff.’
’We’re all martial arts teachers hired at a high salary. What gives you the right to walk around with a sour face all day, ignoring everyone, acting like you’re a cut above the rest?’
’Just because you’ve been on a battlefield?’
’I’ve never seen any of your students turn out to be exceptional. Aren’t they all just stuck in a dead-end class like Class 7?!’
’And yet the principal and the school’s leadership are still so damn respectful to the guy.’
The jealousy and resentment in Sun Qian’s heart had been building up for a long time.
’He had to admit, in a one-on-one fight, ten of him combined probably wouldn’t be a match for Chen Meng.’
’But!’
’This isn’t a contest of who has the harder fists.’
’They were teachers!’
’A teacher’s reputation is earned by their students!’
’And today, you, Chen Meng, actually dared to bring your student and deliver him right to my doorstep...’
’This is practically begging me to slap you in the face!’
Sun Qian suppressed the glee in his heart and squeezed out a fake smile.
"You’re too kind, Mr. Chen. We’ve just had the advantage of a few more school resources."
"Since student Lin Ye is so interested, we of course welcome him."
"It’s all about sparring and learning from each other to improve together, after all."
He agreed so readily that it actually stunned Chen Meng for a moment.
But Chen Meng couldn’t be bothered to overthink it. He had come here today to stir up trouble.
Lin Ye wanted a fight.
And he was the type who loved a good show and didn’t mind a little chaos.
It was a perfect match!
Sun Qian looked out onto the floor, his gaze sweeping over the students of his class as if selecting a suitable weapon.
His eyes skipped over the top ten students, the pillars of his class.
’Why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut?’
’Using an ace to crush a student from Class 7 wouldn’t be a glorious victory. It would just make him look like he was making a mountain out of a molehill.’
’What he wanted was a performance—a fight that looked evenly matched at first, but would end in an easy victory.’
’He wanted everyone to see that he, Sun Qian, could pick any random student and still reliably defeat the so-called "dark horse" that Chen Meng had so carefully trained!’
Finally, his gaze landed on a boy who was wiping sweat with a towel.
"Wang Hao, you’re up."
The named student shot his head up, a flash of excitement and fighting spirit in his eyes, and quickly answered, "Here!"
A series of hushed discussions broke out among the surrounding students.
"Why did Mr. Su pick Wang Hao?"
"Why not pick Zhang Yuqing? Or even Liao Donglai would do!"
"The intention to challenge us is so obvious. Why not just let Miss Yu put him down with one hand?"
"You don’t know shit! If Miss Yu fought, it would be a dishonorable victory!"
"Wang Hao might not be the absolute best in our class, but he’s definitely the one who’s improved the fastest recently!"
"Isn’t this a perfect match-up? A dark horse versus a dark horse!"
Wang Hao was over six feet tall and built like an ox. His bronze skin was covered in the fine scars left by years of hard training.
He wasn’t the strongest in Class 1.
But he was the most relentless, and a well-known battle maniac.
Hearing his teacher’s call, Wang Hao tossed his towel aside and strode toward the central ring.
His eyes, like those of a hungry wolf locking onto its prey, were fixed firmly on Lin Ye.
There was no contempt in that gaze, only pure battle lust!
Sun Qian nodded in satisfaction. He turned to Chen Meng, a hint of imperceptible arrogance in his tone.
"Mr. Chen, Wang Hao is about mid-tier in our class, and he’s in peak form recently. Having him spar with student Lin Ye shouldn’t count as bullying, right?"
Chen Meng grinned.
"Sure."
He turned his head and looked at Lin Ye, who had been silent all this time, and asked in a low voice. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂
"This Wang Hao guy is mid-tier in Class 1, but his rank for the entire grade is 39."
"A little over two months ago, he had just been promoted from Class 3. His rank back then was 89, so you could say his progress has been incredibly fast."
"You confident?"
Lin Ye looked up, glanced at Wang Hao’s aggressive stare, then at the curious and scrutinizing gazes of the top students around them.
He calmly shook his head.
"Mr. Chen, if I make him cry, will no one else want to fight me afterward?"
Lin Ye was a little worried.
’His mission required a full ten thousand negative emotion points, after all.’
’If he made one little kid cry, what if the others refused to play with him afterward?’
Chen Meng was stunned for a moment, then burst into hearty laughter.
"HAHAHAHA!"
"You little brat, how about you win first before you talk big!"
"Knock this one down, and I’ll let you fight ten more!"
Lin Ye nodded, immediately began to stretch and warm up on the sidelines, and then slowly walked into the ring.
The vast training hall fell completely silent.
Everyone’s eyes were focused on the ring.
Wang Hao cracked his wrists, his knuckles letting out a series of sharp POPS. He sized Lin Ye up and down, the corner of his mouth twisting into a cruel arc.
"You’re from Class 7. Heard you were pretty impressive in the preliminary exams?"
"Too bad this isn’t an exam hall."
"I’m going to show you that theory and actual combat are two different things."
Lin Ye didn’t speak, merely watching Wang Hao calmly.
A "LV7" level marker hovered over the head of the boy before him.
’There was nothing more to say.’
Wang Hao’s heart seized up under that gaze, and an inexplicable burst of anger rushed to his head.
’He hated that kind of gaze more than anything!’
