Chapter 262 - The Slap Resounded
Chapter 262 of "The Strongest Dandy in the City" opens revealing intense scenes: âWang Feifei, what the hell are you trying to stay calm for?Youâre just a bastard... Keep reading!
âWang Feifei, what the hell are you trying to stay calm for?Youâre just a bastard with no parents, living off your grandpa who runs a wonton stall.
Do you believe I can make it so that your grandpa can never set up his wonton stall again?â
Seeing that Wang Feifei, even after being slapped by him, remained so calm, with not even the expression on her face changing, Kong Ling became even more agitated.
His voice tore through his throat as if he was in agony.
If only he and Wang Feifei were in the classroom, he might have already charged at her to rip her clothes offâhe wanted to see what Wang Feifei would look like pinned under his body.
Wang Feifeiâs eyebrows furrowed.
Her grandfather was a line that no one should cross in her heart, and nobody had the right to touch that line.
Her voice grew colder, âKong Ling, you have no right to judge my grandfather.
In my eyes, Wang Feifei, you, Kong Ling, are nothing but trash.
If it wasnât for your slightly better family background, youâd be less than a street dog.â
âI, Wang Feifei, donât need to rely on anyone.
Even if I stopped going to school now, I could support myself with my own two hands.
As for you, Kong Ling, if you ever lost your family background, I bet youâd starve to death on the streets.
You, a hundred percent waste of spaceâwhat right do you have to talk about my grandpa?
You want me, Wang Feifei, to be kept by you?
Only those big-breasted airheads would fall for a loser like you.â
The classroom of Grade 12, Class 3 became quiet again.
In their memory, Wang Feifei was a person who didnât talk much and never spoke insultingly to anyone, yet at this moment, she had thoroughly insulted Kong Ling.
Isnât there a line in everyoneâs heart that others should not cross?
As long as no one touches that line, everything is negotiable.
However, once someone dares to cross it, the fury within will surely erupt unceasingly.
âDid Wang Feifei eat gunpowder today?
This is the first time Iâve heard her say such a long speech in one breath.â
âI think Wang Feifei has offended Kong Ling.
She wonât have any good days at school from now on.
I heard Kong Lingâs father has wide connections in Yun City and is also good friends with the school principal.
What does it matter if Wang Feifei is the top student in the school?â
âYeah!
Iâve been finding Wang Feifei annoying for a while. ÉŞę° Ęá´á´ á´Ąá´É´á´ á´á´ Ęá´á´á´ á´á´Ęá´ á´Ęá´á´á´á´Ęs, á´Ęá´á´sá´ á´ ÉŞsÉŞá´ Nová´lFir(e).ná´t
Isnât she just a girl who knows how to play innocent?
Itâs disgusting, really.
I canât understand why guys nowadays have such heavy tastes.
It would be best for her to leave the school.â
The girls in the classroom of Grade 12, Class 3 whispered amongst themselves, secretly hoping for Wang Feifeiâs misfortune.
And the boys of Grade 12, Class 3, while they all wanted to be her knight in shining armor, they lacked the ability!
Charging in recklessly would only result in being abused by Kong Ling, wouldnât it?
âWang, Fei, Fei.â Kong Ling pronounced each syllable with a deliberate pause.
Who dared to say he was trash at Yun Cityâs First Middle School?
Even those with better family backgrounds than his would give him some face.
And now he had been publically called trash by Wang Feifei?
How could he endure that?
Kong Lingâs right hand opened to slap Wang Feifeiâs cheek once more.
At this moment, he had no pity left in him.
In his mind, Wang Feifei was just that kind of girl with a pretty face who could be played with for a while before being discarded.
He, Kong Ling, considered himself superior to Wang Feifei.
How could she have the nerve to call him trash?
Wang Feifei watched unblinking as the hand came toward her cheek.
In the many years she had lived relying solely on her grandfather, she often asked herself why life was so unfair?
Why was it that others were born into good families, while she had only her grandfather?
But when Wang Feifei saw her grandfather working hard at his stall for her sake, she knew that no matter how much she complained, it wouldnât help.
The only thing she could do was to rely on her own efforts to change her situation.
So from that moment on, she studied like a madwoman, aiming to get into a top university and later find a good job to give her grandfather a better life.
âA man who hits women is not a good man.
Itâs clear that the title of waste suits you perfectly.â
Just as Kong Lingâs hand was about to reach Wang Feifeiâs cheek, Ye Chenfeng intervened in the nick of time, grabbing Kong Lingâs wrist.
Ye Chenfeng had looked for the Grade 12, Class 3 classroom for quite some time, and just as he arrived at the doorway, he witnessed this scene.
He had seen Wang Feifeiâs photo before, so he recognized her ponytailed figure at a glance.
Annoyed by the sudden intrusion of a stranger, Kong Ling roared at Ye Chenfeng, âAre you a new teacher at the school?
Do you know who I am?
Do you think I couldnât get you fired tomorrow?â
Given that Ye Chenfeng was clearly not of high school age, Kong Ling subconsciously assumed he was a new teacher.
Yet another rich kid with a head full of crap, Ye Chenfeng thought helplessly and shook his head, releasing Kong Lingâs wrist.
âYou know whatâs good for you.
Youâve got nothing to do here.
Scram back to wherever you came from,â said Kong Ling, believing that Ye Chenfeng had released his wrist out of fear and spoke arrogantly.
âSlap!â A resounding slap echoed on Kong Lingâs cheek.
Ye Chenfengâs slap was so powerful that it made Kong Lingâs body spin a full three hundred and sixty degrees on the spot, leaving him dizzy with stars in his eyes and one cheek swollen like a pigâs head.
Wang Feifei blinked her beautiful eyes, watching Ye Chenfeng.
In her memory, she did not recognize the man in front of her, and she also thought it unlikely for a teacher to slap a student upon arrival.
Unless he no longer wanted his job.
A moment later, Kong Ling came back to his senses, feeling the burning pain on his cheek, his eyes seemingly shooting flames as he bellowed, âYou, you actually dared to hit me?
Forget about teaching at Yun Cityâs No.
1 Middle School anymore.
Get ready to be out in the cold!â
Ye Chenfeng looked at Kong Ling as if he were looking at an idiot and said, âWho told you I was a teacher?
Your arrogance doesnât work on me.
Even if you were the mayor of Yun City, if I see you hitting a woman, I would still slap you.â
âYou, youâre not a teacher?
Then what gives you the right to come into the school?
What gives you the right to hit me?â Kong Ling gasped for air, incredulous.
He had always been the one to slap others; how could it be that someone would slap him?
Ye Chenfeng made a âtsk tsk tskâ noise, eyes focused on Kong Lingâs face, and muttered to himself, âAsymmetrical!
Asymmetrical!
Why does it look more and more awkward?â
âWhat are you muttering about?
How dare you hit me, Kong Ling?
Iâll definitely make you payâŚâ
âSlap!â Before Kong Ling could finish, another crisp sound rang out on his other cheek, and again his body did a full three hundred and sixty-degree spin on the spot.
Now both of Kong Lingâs cheeks were swollen, and Ye Chenfeng nodded in satisfaction, âNow thatâs symmetrical!
Much more pleasant to look at.â
Ye Chenfeng took Wang Feifeiâs hand and said, âLetâs go.â
Wang Feifeiâs heartbeat sped up.
She was surprised to find that she didnât pull away from this stranger.
She only felt that the hand of this unknown man carried an unexpected sense of safety, which came purely from her intuition.
âYou think you can just leave after hitting someone?
You two, stop them,â Kong Ling hastily commanded the two boys beside him upon seeing Ye Chenfeng about to leave with Wang Feifei.
Following Kong Lingâs orders, the two boys lunged towards Ye Chenfeng and Wang Feifei, but before they could touch them, with two âbang bangâ sounds, the boys were flung away and crashed heavily against the classroom wall.
Ye Chenfeng didnât let go of Wang Feifeiâs hand, casually walking out of the senior year class threeâs classroom.
He didnât know how to start telling Wang Feifei that her grandfather has passed away, after all, the reality was too cruel for a high school girl like Wang Feifei.
(To be continued.
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