The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 38 - 37: Speak up if you have something to say, otherwise get lost! (Please favorite, please vote!)
"Young Master Ye, you—what are you doing?" the student who thought he had a decent relationship with Ye Haoyuan cried out in disbelief.
Is Young Master Ye about to fly off the handle? For the Qin Family’s castaway, the number one piece of trash? How is that possible? How long has Qin Fan been bullied at Qi Middle School? If Young Master Ye was his backer, how could anyone have possibly dared to bully him? For two years, there hasn’t been a single rumor of Young Master Ye having any connection with that loser, Qin Fan!
"Ye, my ass! You’re one of them too, huh? To hell with you!"
But who could have expected that upon hearing this, Ye Haoyuan would suddenly erupt without any warning? He raised his palm high and fiercely slapped the student across the face.
With a crisp crack, five bright red finger marks instantly appeared on the student’s cheek.
All the students of Class 7 gathered at the classroom door erupted in an uproar, as if they had witnessed something inconceivable. It wasn’t strange for Young Master Ye to lose his temper, but for him to suddenly fly into a rage—and for Qin Fan, of all people—was a tale too fantastical to believe.
"Don’t you dare dodge! Stand up straight for me!" Ye Haoyuan yelled, pointing at the student he had just slapped.
The boy trembled, freezing in place as he cupped his burning cheek, staring dumbfoundedly at Ye Haoyuan. It wasn’t just him; everyone was utterly dumbstruck.
What in the world is happening today? First, Qin Fan, the loser, courageously fought back and gave Wang Zijun a severe beating. Now, Young Master Ye is flying into a rage. If they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes, who would have ever imagined these two events were connected?
With a shout, Ye Haoyuan ignored the student. He scanned the crowd and roared again, "I’ll give you three seconds. Step forward!"
In the eerie silence, the few students Qin Fan had kicked to the ground shuffled forward, trembling as they lined up. "Y-Young Master Ye!" they stammered in unison.
Ye Haoyuan let out a cold snort, not even bothering to reply. His gaze shifted to the petrified Wang Zijun. "Young Master Wang... Heh. Are you incapable of understanding plain language?"
"Young Master Ye! I—" Wang Zijun, suddenly flustered, forgot to even cover the wound on his head as he faced Ye Haoyuan in a panic. That title, Young Master Wang, would have made him swell with pride coming from any other ordinary student. But from Ye Haoyuan, it brought him nothing but terror.
"I told you to come over here!" Ye Haoyuan barked, his face dark.
Though he was young, the environment of the Ye Family and his social circle had already instilled in him a certain authoritative air. This was especially true when facing these students, who had to constantly read his expressions. Perhaps even he didn’t realize that the imposing demeanor of a superior subtly emanated from him.
"Yes, yes, Young Master Ye!" Stumbling in his panic, Wang Zijun arduously shuffled forward.
"Don’t disturb my sleep. Get lost."
Suddenly, just as the situation was reaching a climax, a cold, leisurely voice came from Qin Fan, who was resting his head on his desk.
Unbeknownst to anyone, Ye Haoyuan gave a slight, almost imperceptible shudder, his expression subtly changing. Without responding to Qin Fan, he turned and ordered his lackeys, "Drag these sons of bitches out of here for me!"
With that, he strode out of the classroom. The crowd of onlookers reflexively parted to create a path for him.
The students in the crowd who had previously witnessed Ye Haoyuan’s humble attitude toward Qin Fan were utterly stunned. They felt like they were starting to understand something, but they couldn’t speak of it. First, they weren’t sure if they were right. Second, when it came to Ye Haoyuan, who in Qi Middle School would dare to gossip? Who would dare to provoke the Demon King of Qi Middle School?
As Wang Zijun and the others were dragged out, a series of wretched howls soon echoed from the hallway. At Ye Haoyuan’s command, his lackeys—students from respectable families who still followed him around—unleashed a chaotic flurry of punches and kicks on Wang Zijun’s group. The beating, punctuated by desperate cries for mercy, finally stopped after several minutes.
"It’s better to keep a low profile. Have you ever taken a good look at yourself? You motherfucker. If I ever hear about you acting so high and mighty again, I’ll stomp you every time I see you!"
After the beating was over, Ye Haoyuan walked up to Wang Zijun, whose face was a canvas of black and blue. He crouched down, patted his cheek, and sneered.
No wonder Old Master Ye always said a crooked beam makes for a crooked house. This gangster-like attitude of Ye Haoyuan’s was undoubtedly inherited from Ye Jizu.
Meeting Wang Zijun’s terrified gaze, he flashed a playful smile. He then stood up, mimicking Qin Fan’s pose with his hands in his pockets, and strode away with his head held high, leaving the onlooking students completely baffled. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎
Even now, they still couldn’t figure out what was going on with Young Master Ye. Could it really be because of that loser, Qin Fan? Was that even possible? He hadn’t exchanged a single word with Qin Fan the entire time! But if it wasn’t because of Qin Fan, why did he tolerate what Qin Fan had said while he was trying to sleep?
For a moment, the whole incident became an inexplicable puzzle.
However, for the few students who had seen and heard Ye Haoyuan fawningly call Qin Fan his idol, their hearts began to pound uncontrollably. Watching Ye Haoyuan’s retreating figure, then turning to look at Qin Fan sleeping peacefully at his desk through the window, their minds reeled with wave after wave of shock. They couldn’t make any sense of it, but they knew one thing for sure: from this day forward, Qin Fan was no longer the Qin Fan he used to be.
If his fierce counterattack against Wang Zijun’s group was just an act of desperation, then how could one explain Ye Haoyuan’s submissive, fawning attitude? What on earth had happened to Qin Fan during the ten-odd days he was gone?
Suddenly, this became a deep mystery in the minds of those few students. In short, the incident had created an unsolvable enigma for every student except for Qin Fan and Ye Haoyuan.
Amidst the spreading shock, the balding Dean came around the corner of the stairwell, frowning deeply. Lost in thought, he didn’t inquire about what had just happened. After all, he didn’t dare interfere with or manage the messes created by the Young Master of the Ye Family.
He walked straight into the Class 7 classroom and approached Qin Fan’s desk. He paused, then looked at the student sitting in front of Qin Fan. "You, wake Qin Fan up," he said.
Having learned his lesson, he couldn’t tell if Qin Fan’s bout of madness was over. The last thing he needed was for Qin Fan to jump up and slap him. Never mind what would happen to Qin Fan; he himself would lose all face in the world of education.
"I—I don’t dare!" the student stammered, his voice trembling.
After what had just happened, it wasn’t just him; probably the entire class now feared Qin Fan’s sudden, crazed transformation. As the saying goes: the soft fear the tough, the tough fear the reckless, the reckless fear the insane, and the insane fear those with nothing to lose. Qin Fan might not have reached the level of having nothing to lose, but in their eyes, he was definitely insane.
"Speak if you have business with me. Otherwise, get lost."
Before the Dean could speak again, Qin Fan’s cold voice drifted up from his desk.
"Qin Fan, the principal wants to see you!" the Dean said through clenched teeth, forcibly suppressing the anger that Qin Fan’s attitude stirred in him.
