Abandoned Master's Cultivation

Idiot?

In an instant, Young Master Zheng went crazy. Everyone had their own weakness and bottom line, and Young Master Zheng's bottom line was that they couldn't tolerate someone making fun of their body.

He could endure being called a cripple, Darwent, or polio. After all, it was true that his body had side effects, but being insulted as a retard was a completely different matter. This was an insult to his intelligence.

"Jiang Wuchen, I'll fucking..." Young Master Zheng started cursing, but before he could say that out, his face was suddenly slapped.

Crack.

The slap was abnormally loud and powerful, hitting Young Master Zheng until he spun in circles, dazzling him. Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and half of his face was burning hot.

"You … "You …"

The one who slapped Young Master Zheng was not Jiang Wuchen, but the one standing in front of Jiang Wuchen. Young Master Zheng looked at Tang Wenru in disbelief, one hand covering his face, his eyes filled with death.

The school belle of Violet Middle School, in front of the entire class 312, had actually smacked Young Master Zheng in the face.

Ah!

The proud Young Master Zheng could not stand such a shock. He shouted loudly and ran towards the distance. His running posture was ugly, one of his feet moving uncontrollably. The faster he ran, the fiercer he threw.

"Hahaha." Everyone laughed brazenly.

When his laughter reached Young Master Zheng's ears, it was like an ice-cold knife stabbing into his heart, extremely cold. He didn't want to stay here for even a second. He had been in the Violet Middle School for three years, and had used his family's money to clear the way.

He had once felt that he had a lot of face, but now … He understood, these top-notch people were as if Tang Wenru had never treated him as a friend, not even as a human being.

Because a shift student who had just arrived for a week had slapped his face in front of everyone, not losing any face at all. He threw Young Master Zheng's pride on the ground in front of everyone and ruthlessly trampled on it.

The Young Master Zheng didn't have the courage to call Tang Wenru back. One must know that she was Tang Wenru, not only the school beauty, she was also Tang Jincheng's daughter!

His Zheng Family could not afford to offend him.

Ah!

Young Master Zheng shouted loudly as he ran. When he shouted the second time, the laughter on the field suddenly stopped. Everyone understood that Young Master Zheng was truly angry this time.

"Hey, Tang Wenru, you're going too far." Zhong Zhenzhen held onto injustice, and said while huffing and puffing.

Tang Wenru gently looked at Jiang Wuchen, "Serves him right, who asked him to scold me."

Zhong Zhenzhen turned to look at Jiang Wuchen, "What's your relationship with him?"

Jiang Wuchen did not speak. Instead, his gaze shifted towards the Young Master Zheng who was running towards the direction of the school's Hundred Lotus Lake. His eyes flickered, as if he had thought of something.

"Wen Ru, Liu Yuandong!" A girl beside Tang Wenru said softly, "He's coming over." From the far end of the plastic track, a few tall boys in royal polo suits were walking over.

Tang Wenru frowned slightly, "Let's go." She then raised her head and looked at Jiang Wuchen again, "Class 312, I'll remember you. I'll come look for you again. Where do you live? "

"Let's go, Wen Ru." Another girl urged.

"Let's keep in touch." Tang Wenru grinned at Jiang Wuchen, then the three of them quickly walked forward.

"Wen Ru, why did you suddenly hit that imbecile? It can't really be for that handsome guy, right? "

"I did it to save that fool! "Did you not see how ruthless this person is? If you anger him, this imbecile will become a cripple …" Tang Wenru said.

A few boys walked over from afar. The one in the lead had number seven written on his chest. Under his feet was a pair of blue latest assassin soccer shoes.

"Liu Yuandong is so damn handsome."

"I heard that the Brother Dong just changed into a Panamera. It's worth more than a million."

The two boys discussed softly.

Zhong Zhenzhen gave a cold snort, "What are you pulling at, err... Damn, LEE Lee, do you have to be so unruly? Can you just hold back a little?

A few people walked over. Pei Soong called out to the Brother Dong from afar with a very respectful attitude.

Liu Yuandong greeted him with a slight nod of his head, which made Pei Soong feel extremely proud. He immediately felt that things were different from the others, and that being able to talk to the Brother Dong was a type of capital.

"What was Wen Ruo doing here just now?" Liu Yuandong asked.

"Nothing, nothing." Pei Soong said.

Liu Yuandong sized Jiang Wuchen up from head to toe, his eyes carried a trace of contempt, "Work hard, young man. Try your best to win this year, don't be a little turtle." Saying that, he grinned, revealed a demonic smile, and brought his people to chase after Tang Wenru.

"What's the point of being so arrogant?" Zhong Zhenzhen muttered.

Waiting until Liu Yuandong had also walked far away, Pei Soong coldly snorted, "Did you see that, other people have come to report to my door, and have been pointed at and humiliated by them, I really regret choosing this class. No matter what, I, Pei Soong, am first in the 200-meter field, falling to the ground and getting scolded as a tortoise, and throwing my life away. Can you all be so full of yourself? We've been turtles for two years, can't we win even if we have to fight to the death? "

"Good luck."

"We have to win one round."

"But I still want to go back and read history books …"

"Fuck you, everyone beat him up." Pei Soong pointed to the person who was reading, and then, everyone swarmed over and pressed him down on the grass.

Five in the afternoon. Jiang Wuchen returned to the classroom to pack up his books, then walked towards the school gate. Passing by the Hundred Lotus Lake, he saw that Young Master Zheng was still sitting by the lake and smoking.

"You're looking down on me, especially Tang Wenru. Do you know how much I like you? For you, I'm willing to die. What about you? Yet, he slapped my face for the sake of a bookworm. Just you wait, if I want to take revenge on you, then I'll go find someone in the society tomorrow and take them one by one! Jiang Wuchen, and Zhong Zhenzhen, I want you all to kneel before me and sing the song of conquest … "

"I have a way to treat your body."

Young Master Zheng was excitedly exterminating everyone when he suddenly heard a voice from behind him. He was so frightened that all the hairs on his body stood up.

"Ah, f * ck! You must be a ghost to be able to scare someone to death." Young Master Zheng immediately stood up, "Uh, what did you say just now?"

"I said, I can heal your body."

"Just now on the sports field, you called me imbecile in front of so many people, and I was even slapped in the face by Tang Wenru right in front of everyone.

Jiang Wuchen shook his head indifferently, and said: "You are not worthy of my humiliation."

"Pfft."

Young Master Zheng almost vomited blood, his face the color of pig liver. "Jiang Wuchen, you, you … I'll fight you to the death. " He bent down and picked up a big stone from the ground and threw it at Jiang Wuchen.

"Yiya, I'll smash you to death, shameless bastard. Am I not worth your humiliation? "Ahhh …" Young Master Zheng rushed to Jiang Wuchen's front, only to see Jiang Wuchen's cold gaze, throwing out a punch.

Boom.

The huge boulder that Young Master Zheng was holding shattered instantly.