Chapter 15 Kicking a Classmate and Defying the Teacher

What a figure! So full and bouncy, at least a 36D, Ling Tian fantasized as he held Lin Youya close, refusing to let go.

“You pervert, let go of me!” Lin Youya was furious and embarrassed to be held like this by Ling Tian, especially since his head was pressed right against her chest. At that moment, she really regretted kicking him earlier.

“My dear, you were too rough just now—you knocked me right over! Don’t worry, I’ll let go now,” Ling Tian said, finally releasing Lin Youya. He knew there were limits when pursuing a girl; push too far and she’d only be repulsed.

Their interaction had not escaped the notice of the teacher at the podium. This female teacher harbored a dislike for Lin Youya, not least because Lin Youya’s beauty overshadowed her own, though the girl was always impeccably well-behaved in class. Rumor had it Lin Youya came from a powerful family, so the teacher had never dared find fault with her.

But today, Lin Youya was openly flirting with a boy in her class—an affront the teacher could not tolerate. This boy was equally irksome; all the other male students seemed interested in her, but not this new one. Hmph! Well, if she couldn’t target Lin Youya, she could certainly make trouble for him.

“You there, if you can’t pay attention in class, then please leave!” she ordered Ling Tian, voice cold.

“If you can’t make your class interesting, is it really our fault if people don’t listen? I’d say you’re failing as a teacher,” Ling Tian retorted, his gaze unapologetically fixed on Lin Youya’s chest. He’d never thought much of this teacher—always striking seductive poses to attract her male students. How contemptible.

“You—! Get out at once!” The teacher was livid, unable to believe this ordinary-looking boy dared to speak to her this way.

“I’m not going anywhere. Teacher, don’t say I didn’t warn you. Your menstrual cycle is already irregular; if you keep getting this angry, that fake bust of yours will get inflamed. You went from a B to a D with implants, of course there are risks. My wife’s figure is all-natural—far superior to yours.” Ling Tian delivered his words nonchalantly, still admiring Lin Youya. He wasn’t bluffing; with his expertise in both Eastern and Western medicine, just by observing, he could see the teacher’s health issues and that her bust was surgically enhanced.

The class erupted in raucous laughter. The teacher was mortified, lost for words. Ling Tian’s remarks hit uncomfortably close to home—her periods really were irregular, sometimes months apart, and her chest certainly wasn’t natural.

“You—what’s your name?” The teacher’s face was purple with fury. No one had ever humiliated her like this before.

“I’m Ling Tian. Ling as in ‘soaring ambition,’ Tian as in ‘invincible under heaven,’” he replied, meeting her glare with fearless eyes.

“Hmph! I’ll go to the principal right now and have you expelled for this outrageous behavior!” Red-faced, the teacher stormed out, too humiliated to continue her lesson.

With the teacher gone, chaos erupted. Ling Tian’s words had shocked everyone. The boys who’d once admired the sexy teacher were devastated to learn her secrets, while the girls finally felt a sense of justice—none of them had liked the teacher either.

“Ling Tian, you’re such a jerk!” Lin Youya could stand it no longer. This lunatic had just praised her figure and called it “original” in front of everyone, making her feel utterly exposed. He kept calling her his wife, too. Flustered, she gathered her things and left.

“Wait for me, darling!” Ling Tian hurried after her, but barely made it a few steps before seven or eight guys blocked his way in the corridor. At their head was the burly student he’d beaten up earlier.

Ling Tian merely smiled. Another cliché—get beaten, call for backup. How tedious.

“Good dogs don’t block the road! I’ll give you one chance to get lost,” he said, tilting his head with disdain.

The group bristled at his arrogance. Eight against one and he still dared to act superior? Outrageous!

“Get him! Let’s go, boys!” The burly student swung his thick arm, and the group rushed at Ling Tian.

Ling Tian could have used his yin-yang techniques or silver needles to deal with them, but that would have been over the top. He decided to just rely on his formidable martial skills.

He dodged, punched, twisted arms, swept legs, and threw them over his shoulder…

In moments, Ling Tian’s speed and prowess had all seven or eight sprawled on the floor, groaning and looking at him in disbelief. Was this guy even human?

The crowd was equally stunned. Who was this guy? Some recognized him as the one who’d just called Lin Youya his wife in class—impressive!

“Amitabha!”

Suddenly, a Buddhist chant echoed from the back of the crowd. Heads turned to see a monk resplendent in gold accessories—it was Shi Xiaocai, followed by Yuanbao and Dai Jin, one plump, one slender. The trio had just reached the classroom area and spotted Ling Tian being ambushed. They’d rushed over, but Ling Tian had already finished the job.

“Just got here? Some brothers you are! If you’d come a few minutes earlier, I wouldn’t have had to work so hard,” Ling Tian joked, delighted to see them but unable to resist teasing.

“You didn’t seem to be struggling. But since you say so, we can’t let you have all the fun. Yuanbao, let’s go!” Dai Jin said, and the two waded into the battered group, raining down punches and kicks, making the boys cry out. Already bruised from Ling Tian, this second beating was overkill.

The onlookers were speechless. They’d never seen a fight like this. Even Ling Tian couldn’t help but laugh—having such eccentric roommates was truly a blessing.

Though Dai Jin and Yuanbao weren’t as skilled as Ling Tian, their blows were more than enough for the already-injured boys, especially the burly leader who was now in his third round of beatings. Desperate, he turned to Shi Xiaocai.

“Master, holy monk, please, save me! Tell your friends to stop!” He didn’t want to beg Ling Tian, so he hoped the monk would be merciful.

“Amitabha! As a disciple of Shaolin, I stand for justice and punish evil. You ganged up on one—now, to resolve this matter, you must donate all your money. Otherwise, don’t blame me for being ruthless!” Shi Xiaocai intoned, thrusting his golden alms bowl before the burly student.

“Haha, Shi Xiaocai, you really have a nose for money,” Ling Tian laughed. This monk was incorrigible, never missing a chance to collect alms. Just yesterday, he’d taken several tens of thousands from Song Xiaomei, even getting her first kiss in the process.

“You—!” The burly boy was so angry he nearly spat blood. He finally understood why Shi Xiaocai was so rich—this was daylight robbery!

“I collect money, not blood. Please hand over your cash so I can call off my friends,” Shi Xiaocai said, holding out the golden bowl, his gaze sharp.

Glancing at the monk’s bulging muscles, the burly student finally emptied his wallet into the bowl.

Shi Xiaocai went from one to the next, and each surrendered their money obediently. Dai Jin and Yuanbao stopped their assault and joined Ling Tian, while the defeated boys nursed their wounds, faces dark with humiliation.

The onlookers felt their trip worthwhile. At first, they’d thought Ling Tian would be overwhelmed, only to see him flatten his opponents with ease. Then his oddball roommates jumped in, and the golden monk took the chance to collect a small fortune in alms. Clearly, Jiang Hai University was about to get a lot more interesting.

“Ling Tian, didn’t you come to class? How did you end up in a fight?” Dai Jin asked, curious.

“I came to see my wife Youya, but this idiot wouldn’t give up his seat, so I taught him a lesson. While I was getting cozy with my wife in class, that seductive teacher tried to kick me out, so I drove her off instead. My wife had something to do and left, and as soon as I came out, I ran into this idiot and his friends,” Ling Tian explained. To him, it was nothing out of the ordinary—anyone who stood in the way of him chasing his wife was an enemy.

“You really know how to stir up trouble. So, what now?” Dai Jin asked. He’d initially looked down on Ling Tian, but after witnessing his skills, his opinion had changed. With his wealth and Ling Tian and Shi Xiaocai’s martial arts, the four of them would surely make their mark at Jiang Hai University.

“My wife Youya’s busy, so I’ll go find my other wife,” Ling Tian replied, his goals at university refreshingly simple—just chase beautiful women.

“You have another wife? Who?” Yuanbao asked, intrigued. He admired Ling Tian—fearless, skilled, and bold when it came to girls. Yuanbao himself was hopeless in that department.

“It’s not Song Xiaomei, is it? She said she was coming here to study today,” Shi Xiaocai said nervously. Could Ling Tian have set his sights on her? He’d lost sleep half the night thinking about Song Xiaomei’s kiss.

“Relax—never mess with a friend’s woman. Song Xiaomei’s yours, I won’t compete. My other wife is Li Youran from the Chinese Department!”

By now, the crowd had dispersed, and the battered boys limped away. However, Ling Tian’s declaration was overheard by a few passing students, who glanced at him in astonishment before shaking their heads and moving on, no doubt thinking he was dreaming.