Rebirth: He Decides to Lie Flat-Chapter 110 - 107 The teacher moves out before his

Chapter 110: Chapter 107: The teacher moves out before his untimely death

Chapter 110 -107: The teacher moves out before his untimely death

Barefoot and without shoes, Jiang Yan was 185 cm tall, and he was not skinny; even his exposed arms had noticeable muscles bulging.

Simply standing there, he gave Liu Wenhui, who was 180 cm tall, a sense of oppression, not to mention his aggressive eyes, which almost made Liu turn away, unable to look him straight in the eye.

“What the hell is with this kid?”

How come he has more of a fierce aura than him, who has been struggling in society for two years?

Tian Xiaohui and Dai Lei were so intimidated by the situation that they didn’t dare to breathe.

Liu Wenhui forced himself to look Jiang Yan in the eye. He didn’t stand up and continued sitting with his legs crossed, offering a sheepish smile, “It was just a joke, that serious?”

“A joke?”

Jiang Yan scoffed, “My bed is against the wall and you damn near kicked it over. You call that a joke?”

Liu Wenhui pursed his lips and stayed silent.

Jiang Yan looked down at him from above, “If you want to fight, just say so. I’m ready anytime.”

Suddenly, there came two knocks from outside the door. Tian Xiaohui hurriedly got up to open it.

“Hello, may I ask if Jiang Yan is in this dorm?”

Zhu Zhen arrived a bit late in the afternoon, and after registering and picking up his stuff, he spent time touring the school with his parents. They had dinner and a walk outside, and only now had he just returned from taking a shower.

After asking several people, he found out Jiang Yan was in 501.

He was in the same dorm building, conveniently right below Jiang Yan, in 401.

“Yes, Jiang Yan is here.”

Tian Xiaohui, whose heart had just settled down, heard someone was looking for Jiang Yan and hurriedly opened the door to let the person in.

Is he a friend of Jiang Yan? If so, please convince him. They definitely shouldn’t start fighting in the dorm.

As Zhu Zhen walked into 501, he immediately saw Jiang Yan standing in front of the table, looking down with a rare sullen expression at the buzz-cut guy sitting in a chair with his legs propped up.

“What’s going on?”

Zhu Zhen put away the smile on his face. His dark, suntanned face grew stern. Standing tall and straight at a height of 180 cm, clad only in a vest, his arms and shoulders bulged with muscles, clearly indicating that he either did a lot of physical work or had formal training.

While he was asking Jiang Yan, his gaze sharply turned to Liu Wenhui, clearly expressing one thing—were they going to fight?

Seeing this, Tian Xiaohui’s legs went soft, and he nearly knelt down. Brother, you were supposed to be here to dissuade them, not fan the flames.

Two against one…

No, two against one meant there wouldn’t be a fight. Liu Wenhui had already seemed intimidated by Jiang Yan, and now with another formidable figure added into the mix…

What was there to fight about? One was enough for Liu Wenhui to have his hands full.

Sure enough, after Zhu Zhen entered, Liu Wenhui glanced over and didn’t utter another word.

Jiang Yan let out a cold laugh and left with Zhu Zhen.

“I’m just downstairs in 401. Call me if you need anything.”

The two stood by the window at the end of the corridor. Zhu Zhen didn’t ask what had happened but first made his stance clear, then reminded him, “It’s best not to fight at school. Take it outside and beat them up.”

Fighting in college can result in severe penalties—it’s not worth it.

Jiang Yan smiled, thinking to himself that this was really… an inappropriate analogy, but the biting dogs don’t bark.

He had seemed like a meek and studious nerd in high school, but if he really started a fight, probably three or four guys couldn’t even get close to him.

For the average student, Zhu Zhen simply didn’t bother arguing. But now that they were in college, everyone was considered an adult. If anyone kept up dirty talk or tried to start trouble, they couldn’t blame him for being impolite.

There were four of them at Beijing University, and none of them should be bullied.

Yu Hang had mentioned to Jiang Yan that both Zhu Zhen’s grandfather and father were veteran detectives, possessing real skills. Judging by Zhu Zhen’s bearing, he must have trained from a young age.

The two stood by the window and chatted for a while before returning to their respective dormitories.

By the time Jiang Yan got back to the dormitory, Liu Wenhui had already climbed into bed and lay down.

He glanced indifferently at Liu Wenhui’s bed, went to the bathroom to urinate, then came out, climbed into bed, and went to sleep.

Tian Xiaohui, who was already in bed and lying motionless, hurriedly said, “I’m turning off the lights, okay?”

Immediately, he stretched out a hand and snapped off the dormitory lights.

In the dark, Liu Wenhui opened his eyes. His behavior just now seemed impulsive, but in fact, it was a test for Jiang Yan.

He wanted to see where Jiang Yan’s limits were, or whether he might look strong but be of no real use?

Unfortunately…

Jiang Yan turned out to be even tougher than he had anticipated, not only that, but he also had a buddy who was equally tough at the university.

He couldn’t tell whether Zhu Zhen really knew kung fu, but one look at that dark face and you knew he had a bad temper, probably used to getting into fights in high school.

Sigh…

Liu Wenhui let out a long sigh in his heart, feeling like he had met his doom before his first battle. He had thought that after mingling in society for two years, he would dominate in the dorm and the class as soon as he entered university, but what happened?

In a small dorm for just four people, he had almost gotten beaten up on the first night!

He was nothing like the ‘big boss’ that nobody dared to mess with during his high school repeat year.

…..

The next morning, Song Jiawen woke up before six. She opened her eyes and listened to her roommates’ breathing sounds, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought.

About half an hour later, she couldn’t lie down any longer.

She got up quietly and went to the bathroom to use the toilet and wash up.

Afterward, not wanting to disturb the others, Song Jiawen sat at her desk and began drawing in silence.

Around 7:30, the sound of footsteps began to emerge from the hallway outside.

Building number four was the dormitory for new students, and since yesterday was the first day of registration, not all students had arrived, so the dormitory wasn’t fully occupied yet.

Moreover, most people were tired from their long journeys yesterday. Those who awoke at seven were mainly still not adapted to the new environment. And those like Song Jiawen, waking before six, were influenced by both poor sleep and the new surroundings.

Liang Yujun opened her eyes to see a blurry figure sitting at a desk, back straight, head down, with her right hand gesturing with something.

She reached for her glasses and put them on, then clearly saw it was Song Jiawen.

By this time, the chatter in the corridor outside was getting louder, and Ding Yuanyuan and Sha Yali muttered as they turned over in bed.

Liang Yujun climbed down from her bed and walked over to Song Jiawen to see she was painting with a brush.

“You know how to do traditional Chinese painting?”

Liang Yujun pushed her glasses up on her nose, looking at Song Jiawen’s pomegranate tree, and said with surprise, “That’s really good. Did you study it professionally?”

Although she didn’t paint, her grandfather liked calligraphy and traditional painting, so their house was full of collections. Having seen many, she naturally understood a bit.

“I learned some from my grandfather when I was a child, and later had a teacher to guide me, so I know a little bit.”

Liang Yujun felt she was being modest, “That’s not just a little bit of knowledge; you’re obviously very skilled. This painting alone would go for at least ten thousand yuan in our place.”

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Song Jiawen’s eyes instantly lit up, and she was about to ask Liang Yujun if she could sell it for her there, but fortunately, she stopped herself at the last moment, changing to, “I do want to sell my work, I just don’t know if there’s anyone here who would buy it.”

Liang Yujun laughed, “To find out if anyone will buy it, isn’t that easy? Why not go to the art college and ask? My father strolled through Beijing University’s art college yesterday and said there are many precious traditional paintings in the gallery there. Of course, those on display are certainly not for sale, but there are also many students selling their paintings, which isn’t unusual.

Do you want to take a look? I’ll go with you.”