Chapter 8 - No, No, No! You Must have Misheard it! (1/2)

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation  Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

When Ye Feng approached the door of Class 2, Grade 3, he heard a hubbub from the classroom.

“Hey! Did you hear that? That good-for-nothing has come back. How dare he come back!”

“Yeah. Although the s*x scandal between Lin Lan and him has been proven to be false, the Gong Clan has declared to break his legs!”

“Additionally, the members of Ye Clan were infuriated too! The higher-ups of Ye Clan even declared that they would drive him out of the clan and never take him as a member of Ye Clan!”

“Those young masters of the Gong Clan at school will definitely beat him up!”

…

The subject of the hot, disdainful discussions was Ye Feng, as if he was just a laughing stock.

After hearing that, Ye Feng strode into the classroom with a faint sneer.

…

The entire classroom became silent the moment Ye Feng entered. At the same time, all the students fixated onto him as if they were looking at something funny which they despised the most.

Besides, Ye Feng also saw Yu Fei and Zhong Qiang among the crowd.

Ye Feng and Zhong Qiang were classmates of Class 2, Grand 3. Zhong Qiang was even the class monitor.

After noticing that Ye Feng was watching them, Zhong Qiang and Yu Fei revealed deep hatred and grievance at once.

Especially Zhong Qiang whose eyes were shining viciously. Not knowing why, he even revealed a faint jeer as if he had long forgotten about what happened at the school gate just now.

At the sight of that, Ye Feng slightly frowned. However, he just went straight to a corner of the last row and sat down casually.

When Ye Feng sat down, Zhong Qiang suddenly turned around as he made a hand gesture of slashing his throat.

In Ye Feng’s eyes, Zhong Qiang looked like a dead person despite that his jeer looked grossly evil and gloomy.

Hmm?

Ye Feng’s eyes flashed with indifference.

Right then, a guy as fat as a ball ran inside and shouted, “Feng! Feng! Hurry…”

1.6 m in height, this fatty had a big head and big ears. As if he was inflated, he was as round as a ball.

At this moment, sweating all over his forehead and panting heavily, he came straight to the front of Ye Feng and intended to draw Ye Feng away.

“Feng! Those sons of b*tches of Gong Clan are on the way here with hatchet men after knowing that you’re back! Hurry…hurry, run!”

Ye Feng became slightly dumbfounded by this anxious fat guy. Closely after that, a name floated into his mind.

Fei Qian——the only bosom friend of the former Ye Feng!

Although the former Ye Feng was always jeered by people when he was alive, Fei Qian was the only person who never mocked him.

He remembered that the former Ye Feng was as timid as a rabbit who never dared to launch a counterattack verbally or physically. Because the former Ye Feng was always bullied, Fei Qian usually fought people for him.

Although Fei Qian had been injured many times, he never shrunk back.

This fatty was the only one who treated Ye Feng as his brother.

When Ye Feng recalled this, he felt warm at once as he told Fei Qian with a smile, “Fatty, it’s fine! Sit down!”

“Sit down? Feng, Hurry up, run!” Fei Qian was oozing sweat over his forehead as his face turned red in anger when he saw Ye Feng’s casual and calm look.

“Feng! The rumors about you and Lin Lan have completely enraged the Gong Clan! Those young masters of the Gong Clan can’t wait to chop you into pieces in order to flatter Gong Yunfei. They’re already on the way. If you don’t run…”

Fei Qian urged with great panic.

However, before he finished his words, Ye Feng had pressed him onto the chair with a smile.

‘Hmm?’

Fei Qian became stunned.

As the only bosom friend of Ye Feng, Fei Qian understood the former Ye Feng better than anyone else. The former Ye Feng was a coward. If he knew that the young masters of the Gong Clan were on the way to beat him up, he would have long escaped.

However, Ye Feng stayed calm as if he didn’t care about it at all.

Additionally, Fei Qian found that he couldn’t even resist Ye Feng’s movement even though it seemed simple.

It seemed that Ye Feng’s hands had limitless strength. By contrast, Fei Qian felt as weak as a chick who couldn’t resist him even a bit.

“Feng…Feng? You…”

Fei Qian watched Ye Feng with a great shock as he wanted to ask him why.

Right then, with a “bang”, the door of the classroom was kicked open from outside as 6-7 people broke in.

The leader was a youth. Wearing a suit and a golden watch, he was shiny all over like a nouveau riche.

Because of his crew cut, he looked more vicious and fiercer.