The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 337 - 328: Rebellion!

As a man who had lived for centuries, Qin Fan's experience with love was limited to a few brief years in his past life. But when it came to analyzing the human heart, the instructor's intentions were painfully obvious to him—as transparent as Sima Zhao's ambition. He could tolerate the man's reckless behavior, as long as it didn't involve him or Jiang Yinuo. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

But now, he had clearly become the target.

However, how many people in this world could make an example out of Qin Fan? Even Lan Xiaosheng, who had reached Great Success in the Transformation Realm, had been utterly defeated. A mere instructor wasn't even worth being called cannon fodder.

"You—you—!" Hearing Qin Fan's blunt words, the instructor's face flushed with fury. He ground his teeth, and his knuckles cracked as he clenched his fists. After sputtering for a moment, he roared, "State your name!"

"Qin Fan! Planning to report me to the school and get my credits deducted? Be my guest!" Qin Fan shrugged, utterly unconcerned.

He despised self-important posers with no real skills. This instructor's inferiority complex had been on full display in his past life. Even he had once been tripped up by the man's sudden "halt" command. After being reborn, he couldn't be bothered to care about such trivial matters, but he hadn't expected the instructor to come looking for trouble, as if he had some built-in taunt. Logically, after a month together, even the strictest instructor would leave the freshmen teary-eyed and reluctant to part ways. Yet, this self-loathing poser was the only one who had managed to fill his students with resentment. Qin Fan vaguely recalled that at the end of the military training, the instructor had expected tears and fond farewells. Instead, he was met with a chorus of boos. As a result, his name was nowhere to be found on the instructor roster the following year.

Following Qin Fan's lead, the freshmen behind him began to whisper among themselves.

"So cool! So manly! What style!"

"That's our top scholar for you!"

"That's some A-plus-level posturing! Credits? As if Qin Fan needs to care about credits! Haha!"

"He made me fall and scrape my knee! It still hurts! Get him, Fan, get him! Don't back down!"

Clearly, the instructor's attempt to establish dominance had backfired. Instead of intimidating them, he had only provoked their collective indignation.

"What are you muttering about? All of you, shut your mouths! This is absolute mutiny!" the instructor bellowed, his face red with anger, before he could even respond to Qin Fan. He then shot Qin Fan a cold sneer. "You don't care about credits, is that it? Fine, get lost! From this moment on, you are out of my squad!"

"Instructor, do you even know who he is? Have you not heard of Qin Fan? He's the top scholar who got a perfect score! Are you sure you want to kick him out? Are you certain you don't want to think this through?" a male student from the ranks shouted, his reminder laced with thick disdain for the instructor.

The instructor's authority had vanished the moment Qin Fan stood up to him. Besides, Qin Fan's words showed he was sticking up for them. They were already hoping to befriend him, so how could they just stand by and watch as he was kicked out?

"Yeah! What right do you have to kick Qin Fan out of the squad?"

"If you've got the guts, kick all of us out!"

"Exactly! I've never seen an instructor like this!"

Emboldened by their youthful fearlessness, the other students began to join the commotion. Qin Fan was slightly surprised by this. A playful smile touched his lips as he slipped his hands into his pockets, his expression one of mocking amusement.

"Rebellion! Is that what this is? You want to start a rebellion? Who was it just now? Who said I should kick you all out? Who was it?! Step forward! The military training hasn't officially started yet, so I'll be happy to grant your wish!" Unable to suppress his rage any longer, the instructor screamed.

However, the freshmen of Class Seven, who had been so brash a moment ago, suddenly fell silent and chickened out. It was one thing to fan the flames as part of a crowd, but actually stepping forward meant a guaranteed deduction of credits, and none of them had the courage for that. Silence spread through the ranks, but instead of taking the opportunity to de-escalate, the instructor's anger only grew. "No one dares to admit it? Good, very good! In that case, I'll report all of you! This is absolute mutiny!"

"I said it!" At that moment, to everyone's surprise, Yao Jianjia stepped forward.

"You want to take the fall for someone else?" the instructor sneered, turning to face her.

"It doesn't matter if I'm taking the fall or not! I said it, so whatever you have planned, direct it at me! Do your worst!" Shedding her usual naive demeanor, Yao Jianjia spoke with the righteous spirit of a warrior. That single sentence earned her the profound respect of her Class Seven classmates. With that act alone, she had proven she was worthy of being their class monitor.

Challenged again and again by these freshmen, the instructor's anger soared to the Ninth Layer. "Fine, have it your way! Tell me your name!" he bellowed.

"Yao Jianjia!" she announced decisively, without a hint of fear.

"Very well! Qin Fan, Yao Jianjia, you can both get lost! Top scholar or not, that title means nothing to me! My duty is to be an instructor, the one responsible for your military training! In my eyes, there is no preferential treatment and no special privileges! How the school deals with you is their business, but right now, people with no respect for their instructors don't deserve to be in my squad! Get out!" Pointing toward an empty spot on the field, the instructor roared, his face red and his teeth clenched.

The military training hadn't even begun. The top scholar had been kicked out. The class monitor who took the blame had also been kicked out. Faced with such an unprecedented and mindless display of arrogance, the student who had earlier boasted that the instructor should kick them all out could no longer stand the guilt. He stepped forward. "I'm the one who said that, it has nothing to do with the class monitor! I'm out!"

"Let's go. Let's all go and let him play by himself! I'm done with this. If they want to deduct credits, let them! I can't stand the sight of this guy!" another student from the ranks declared, stepping out.

Spurred on by his words, the other freshmen broke their silence.

"Count me in! Class Seven should be a team! This isn't about credits anymore; it's about dignity!"

"He used dirty tricks to make us fall before we even started. An instructor like that can't be any good. I'll take the credit deduction. Avoiding his abuse is the smart thing to do!"

Similar declarations echoed one after another. In a flash, the entire group of over forty students, including Xu Jiayi, had all moved to stand on the other side. Only Jiang Yinuo had yet to take a side. But at this point, did she even need to? No, she didn't.

In the blink of an eye, the instructor, having long lost their respect, had become a commander without an army.

"You… you scoundrels!"

He never imagined these freshmen would be so audacious. The instructor began to panic. If the entire class quit under these circumstances, he would be the one in trouble, not them! There was no way he could write a report to explain this, nor could he handle the questions from his superiors! Damn it, how could these country bumpkins be so damn fierce?!

"You're the scoundrel! You're the bastard!" a female student shouted, rubbing her scraped and stinging knee.

"Top Scholar, Class Monitor, you two give the word! We'll listen to you!" another voice called out immediately after hers. At that, the dozens of freshmen from Class Seven all turned their expectant gazes toward Qin Fan and Yao Jianjia.