The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 47 - 46: Fleas, Grasshoppers, Toads! (Please Favorite, Recommendation Tickets!)
"Yuchen, are you really getting angry with me over a worthless loser?" He Haolin stared, incredulous that the usually docile Ji Yuchen would take such an attitude with him.
"He’s my classmate and my friend! How is he a loser? Tell me. You bully people because of your status, and he knows his family can’t compete with yours, so he grits his teeth and bears it! Does that make him a loser in your eyes? If you didn’t have powerful parents, would you dare to be so arrogant? Would you have the nerve? He Haolin, that’s enough! Truly, enough!"
Completely unafraid of He Haolin’s status or the explosive anger on his face, Ji Yuchen puffed out her chest and confronted him, her voice rising.
She had sworn to stand up for Qin Fan. She had been timid before, but that would change starting now. She had called him a classmate, a friend. She had to defend those words.
"FUCK!"
The simmering rage finally boiled over. He Haolin spun around, shouting as the veins on his neck bulged. He then kicked viciously at the empty air. When he turned back, he was met with Qin Fan’s mocking smile, and his rage had nowhere to go.
This is all because of this loser! If it weren’t for him, would Yuchen treat me like this? If it weren’t for him, why would she act so out of character? It’s all his fault, all of it!
In that instant, his rage focused entirely on Qin Fan. However, with Ji Yuchen standing right there, he forcibly suppressed the violent urge to attack.
Pointing at Qin Fan, he yelled, "Loser, do you think this is a place for you? Get out! Get the hell out of here now!"
Unmoved by the repeated insults, Qin Fan finally spoke, a playful smirk on his face. "Flying into a rage from embarrassment?"
"I’m telling you to get the hell out! You’re nothing but a coward, a wimp, a pile of garbage! You don’t belong here, you don’t deserve to be near Yuchen, do you understand? A dead dog will always be a dead dog. You’re destined for the boiling pot! Never dream of becoming a Tibetan Mastiff! Understand? Get out!"
He was the very picture of Sun Honglei playing the mob boss in that famous TV show where he points at his rival in a restaurant. He Haolin twisted his neck menacingly, pointing at Qin Fan as he snarled, his words dripping with humiliation. He looked as if he was about to start slapping Qin Fan across the face.
"He Haolin, you’re the one who should get out! You! Stop bothering us while we’re eating! Get out! Get out! Get out!" Before Qin Fan could respond, Ji Yuchen shot to her feet, her face red as she shrieked.
Time and again, He Haolin was pushing her toward a point of no return.
"Ji Yuchen, what did you just say? You’re telling *me* to get out? For this loser? You want *me* to leave? Haha! Hahaha!" He Haolin’s frustration erupted into maniacal laughter. He spat through clenched teeth, enunciating every single word, "Do you have any idea what you’re saying? Are you sure you know what you’re saying?"
For the first time, He Haolin, one of the most prominent young masters in all of Qi Middle School, had been pushed this far.
All because of a girl he had long coveted. All because of a coward he viewed as trash. Such an extreme contrast. Such a laughable contrast. Yet they had teamed up to slap him in the face in his own world? To him, this was nothing short of humiliation—the humiliation of a lifetime!
"I—" Ji Yuchen’s expression changed, and she faltered. She was just a teenage girl, after all. Faced with He Haolin’s ferocious expression and his sharp, precise words, she couldn’t help but panic. He was the son of a high-ranking city official. Did she really have what it took to push him over the edge?
That thought was quickly extinguished by a flicker of resolve deep in her heart. No matter what, I have to stand firm!
Before she could speak again, a leisurely voice cut in from across the table. Qin Fan picked up a chopstick and tapped it gently on the tabletop. He looked at He Haolin with a faint, mocking smile. "He Dashao, as the prominent son of a city committee leader, is it really appropriate to be acting so ferocious in front of a girl? Does that seem right to you?"
"Dead dog, who gave you permission to speak?" He Haolin bellowed, his neck veins bulging as he jerked his head toward Qin Fan. "You’re a toad that’s already fallen into the boiling pot, and you still dream of eating a swan’s flesh?"
If Ji Yuchen hadn’t been there, and if He Haolin wasn’t still trying to maintain some semblance of a good image in her eyes, Qin Fan would have already been facing a massive group beating.
"He Dashao, has anyone ever told you that you look like a clown when you’re throwing a tantrum? You know, the pathetic kind, like a flea or a grasshopper—always hopping around, desperate to be noticed."
Dead dog? Toad? Qin Fan mentally filed away He Haolin’s insults and continued his sarcastic provocations.
This left all of He Haolin’s flunkies wide-eyed and tongue-tied.
Clown? A flea or a grasshopper? Hopping around to be noticed? Is he really saying that to He Dashao? He’s suicidal! The Qin family’s cast-off must be in a hurry to die! Where did he get the balls to talk to He Dashao like that? Did he think beating Wang Zijun made him the new king of Qi Middle School?
"SHIT! You’re courting death!"
As was his habit when furious, He Dashao spat out an English curse. With his last nerve utterly trampled by Qin Fan, he could no longer contain his explosive rage. With a final roar, he launched a vicious kick at Qin Fan.
To Qin Fan, the sweeping kick seemed to move in slow motion. A grim smile touched his lips. "Hmm, not bad. This is how this little play was meant to go. He Dashao, if I recall correctly, you once slapped me twice and kicked me a few times just because you were in a bad mood. I was only walking by. Isn’t that right?"
"Forget the past! Right now, I’m going to teach you how a dead dog is supposed to live!" He Haolin roared, his chest burning with fury as his foot arrived.
In that split second, completely stunned by the sudden violence, Ji Yuchen shrieked, "Qin Fan, dodge!"
Dodge? As if I’d need to dodge an attack from this trash. A cold sneer appeared on his face.
Just as Wen Dongyou and the others expected to see Qin Fan sent flying by He Dashao’s kick, Qin Fan moved.
With casual grace, he raised a hand toward the incoming kick. His fingers closed around He Haolin’s shin. With a single, powerful motion, he lifted the leg and slammed it down onto the dining table!
BANG!
The sudden turn of events left everyone, including Ji Yuchen, completely stunned.
"AHHH!"
He Haolin, who had rarely experienced any real pain in his life, let out a piercing scream. Numbness shot through his shin, immediately followed by the searing pain of a torn muscle in his thigh.
Pinning He Haolin’s leg to the table with one hand, Qin Fan picked up a chopstick with the other and tapped it gently against the captive shin. He smiled leisurely. "He Dashao, it’s debatable whether a toad can eat a swan’s flesh. But eating *you*? That’s clearly no problem at all."
Crippled by a pain that drenched him in a cold sweat, He Haolin roared through gritted teeth, "Cripple this bastard for me! I’ll take full responsibility! Do it, now!"
Just as the obedient flunkies were about to pounce on Qin Fan, a sharp roar erupted from the staircase. "I’d like to see who fucking dares to move!"
