Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation-Chapter 50: Narcissism?

The thing that pissed off Deng Xiang the most was that he had merely gone to another class to hit someone—an insignificant trifle⁠—and yet one fool after another kept popping up to hinder him.

It made him so angry he couldn't catch his breath.

Back at Iron Middle School's junior high section, whenever he took a dislike to someone, he'd just go directly to their class, to their dorm, and beat them up in public, slap them across the face, kick them—and no one dared to fight back.

Why was it different at Fourth Middle School?

Had he, Deng Xiang, gotten old?

Deng Xiang was bursting with rage, took two steps forward, and reached out with one hand to grab Jiang Ning's collar.

Just as he grabbed the collar, he was ready to give a fierce slap right across the face!

He had once made a boy cry with just a slap.

The onlookers, like Ma Shicheng and others, were originally worried that things would escalate, but now, seeing Deng Xiang make a move against Jiang Ning, they couldn't help but feel sorry for Deng Xiang.

Deng Xiang's face was fierce, and he possessed murderous intensity, his movements fast. If it had been an ordinary student, they'd likely be caught by the collar.

But Jiang Ning was no ordinary guy—casually reaching out, he pinched Deng Xiang's fingers.

Deng Xiang only felt a blur before his eyes; the opponent's speed was unexpectedly fast.

Jiang Ning twisted upward.

Pain shot up from his fingers, painful as though his heartstrings were being plucked, and Deng Xiang screamed in agony.

"Big bro!"

Deng Xiang's buddies shouted in unison, swarming in towards him.

Jiang Ning looked at the scene, loosened his grip, grabbed Deng Xiang's shoulder, and lightly pushed forward, sending Deng Xiang reeling backward, akin to a human punching bag.

He was like a bowling ball, rolling along, knocking over the boys who came to aid Deng Xiang left and right.

The scene became chaotic for a moment.

Fortunately, Deng Xiang's buddies were of decent quality and managed to catch Deng Xiang after some effort.

"Unbelievable, Jiang Ning is too fierce," Ma Shicheng admired from the bottom of his heart. Maybe the last time with Song Sheng was a fluke, but this time, it was obvious he was truly strong, abnormally strong, definitely a trained fighter.

Dan Kaiquan breathed a sigh of relief. He had hoped Jiang Ning would help him but was too embarrassed to say it out loud. Now that Jiang Ning had taken action, everyone was overjoyed.

As for whether Jiang Ning could fight them? Dan Kaiquan had no doubts.

For someone like Song Sheng, taking on two or three was no problem; Jiang Ning beating up Song Sheng was even easier than beating up an elementary school student⁠—dealing with these guys was not a problem at all.

Other students who were paying attention, like Huang Zhongfei and his ilk, observed more carefully. Knowing Jiang Ning was close with Xue Yuantong, the guy from outside the class looking for trouble had the worst luck, dumb enough to slap Xue Yuantong's desk.

Deng Xiang was dizzy and, once he steadied himself, felt that he had lost face.

Guys like them mixed up in the wrong crowd most valued their reputation and would do anything, dare to do anything for it!

This moment, he decided to hang Jiang Ning up and beat him, to disgrace him utterly, so he would never be able to hold his head high at Fourth Middle School again.

Moreover, Deng Xiang guaranteed that from now on, each time he saw Jiang Ning, he'd beat him once, including his friends⁠—anyone who dared to befriend Jiang Ning was a target.

If Jiang Ning dared to have a girlfriend, he would surely trample Jiang Ning's dignity in front of her and then steal his girlfriend!

"Get him!"

Deng Xiang's expression was cruel.

At his command, he took the lead, and several boys behind him pounced.

Eight against one, tell me, how could I lose?

Deng Xiang hadn't even taken half a step when Jiang Ning was already in front of him, a foot planted on his chest. Using some spiritual power, Deng Xiang's advancing body suddenly jolted to a stop.

First, he lost control of his body, then, with his head as the pivot, his legs lifted off the ground and swung upward.

A person who had been standing suddenly turned horizontal in the air, flying backward, upside down.

This time Deng Xiang didn't have the good luck he had before; not just him, but several boys were hit by the immense force and slammed into the wall.

"Woah, what's that?" Ma Shicheng's mouth twitched.

The few people hit the wall with a loud "bang!"

Geng Lu looked at this scene with shining eyes; she hated violent boys, but she found the violence Jiang Ning displayed at this moment not only tolerable but filled with a kind of violent beauty.

No girl would dislike a boy who could protect her.

Jiang Ning, with his right hand in his pocket, casually walked over.

Deng Xiang felt his chest cave in; he felt like he was about to die and really wanted to live.

Jiang Ning wanted to pick Deng Xiang up by the hair, but the guy probably fought often and had short hair that was hard to grip.

He had to grab Deng Xiang by the back of his collar, as if picking up a puppy.

Weak, way too weak.

Jiang Ning felt especially disdainful; last time, he did the same to Song Sheng.

An old acquaintance was now in the hospital, with no telling when he would return.

Jiang Ning lifted Deng Xiang with one hand, his expression indifferent. Deng Xiang's minions looked like frightened souls, terrified as they watched Jiang Ning. They'd been in many fights, but had never seen such a ruthless person.

None of them doubted that even if all of them attacked together, they would still be beaten badly by Jiang Ning.

Many little thugs weren't afraid of anything and would simply rush into a fight, actually daring to use knives if irritated.

But they feared only two kinds of people: one was their peers who were tougher than them, and the other was truly fearsome big-time thugs.

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Jiang Ning walked towards the podium, pulling a person along without showing any signs of effort. Gong Xuan watched Jiang Ning approach step by step, her body trembling as she backed away.

She was afraid Jiang Ning would beat her up too.

Jiang Ning glanced at Gong Xuan with his eyes, "Get lost."

She was blocking the way.

Gong Xuan's body shuddered, and she obediently left. Jiang Ning spoke again,

"Apologize before you get lost."

Gong Xuan quickly stopped in her tracks, not daring to resist at all.

"You too, apologize," Jiang Ning said.

He saw that Deng Xiang's face was numb, and casually slapped him on the ear twice. His kick had seemed fearsome, but it actually hadn't seriously injured the other party.

A few slaps on the ear brought Deng Xiang trembling back to reality.

Deng Xiang was filled with hate, wrath, and a raging fury, craving revenge!

But he was also very scared.

"I'm sorry, students of Class 8, I disturbed you today."

"We're sorry, we were wrong!"

"We will definitely become better people from now on and change our ways!"

Deng Xiang and Gong Xuan had sobbing faces, honestly apologizing, without a hint of defiance.

"Alright, get lost."

Amid the laughter of the crowd, Deng Xiang and his group left Class 8 with disheveled appearances.

He then turned to his classmates,

"The excitement's over, everyone go home, and be careful on your way."

The students below seemed pleasantly surprised, a fierce god had just struck down the wrongdoers, and now he turned back to them with a friendly face.

Thus ended the farce.

Jiang Ning looked at Xue Yuantong, who quickly lowered her head, having been paying attention to Jiang Ning all along.

Now that Jiang Ning was alright, the anxiety she had been holding was finally released.

Just a moment ago, a classmate quietly told her that Jiang Ning had intervened because of her, acting in a rush of passion for a beauty!

That tone of envy mixed with jealousy and emotion kept echoing in Xue Yuantong's ears.

Xue Yuantong's cheeks burned. Was it true?

She had been bullied, and Jiang Ning stepped in to protect her, risking offending others. Why did he do that?

In middle school, when Xue Yuantong had been bullied and felt wronged, there had never been such a figure for her.

No one would stand up to protect her, mostly there were just bystanders.

She really wanted to tell Jiang Ning, it's okay, I don't need it, it was just the table being slapped, it's nothing.

Even if the cup broke, you didn't have to offend others for me.

I can just buy another.

She really, really wanted to tell Jiang Ning, but she couldn't say it out loud. She was afraid that if she did, the answer she got might be the wrong one.

If Jiang Ning answered her that it wasn't for her, wouldn't that make her seem so vain?

'Jiang Ning might not have done it for me; he's always been a just person,' Xue Yuantong thought to herself.

The students from Class 8 dispersed quickly. Wang Yong left the classroom and saw Lin Zida and a tall, thin boy waiting for him at the door.

During the tumult in the class, when Jiang Ning took action, Wang Yong remembered that Lin Zida had shown interest. To get on good terms with Lin Zida, he privately messaged him on QQ, asking him to come and watch.

"Brother Lin, if there's nothing else, I'm going out to play League of Legends," said the tall, thin boy.

Lin Zida invited, "Want to go for barbecue tonight?"

"I'll treat you another time; I still have an international order to complete tonight. I need to finish it for them." The boy left in a rush after saying this.

Wang Yong watched the boy's retreating figure and curiously asked,

"Isn't that Nie Ze?"

He recognized Nie Ze, who was from the same residential complex. Nie Ze's family was much better off than his own, but what caught Wang Yong's attention wasn't Nie Ze's family background but Nie Ze's capabilities. Nie Ze, a junior, was a year ahead of them.

Nie Ze was exceptionally skilled at League of Legends, boosting for international players; he had earned tens of thousands in half a year, which was simply astounding.

Tens of thousands! Wang Yong could hardly imagine it. His family's financial situation was good, but with a thousand or so yuan a month, he wouldn't even know how to spend several thousand!

It wasn't just gaming skills; Nie Ze was also a good student, handsome, and well-connected. With a call to arms, many would respond.

Lin Zida said, "I heard someone was looking for trouble in your class, so I specifically asked him to come over. Unfortunately, he was late; you had already finished."

Lin Zida said this with a touch of regret. Unlike other students in the advanced classes, he was always the first to leave when class ended. When Wang Yong messaged him, Lin Zida was almost out the school's gates. By the time he contacted Nie Ze and they made it here, Class 8's trouble was already over.

"Nie Ze doesn't usually hang out with us. Brother Lin, do you play League of Legends? I remember you only play console games," Wang Yong asked curiously.

Lin Zida said nonchalantly,

"A relative sees potential in League of Legends events and has set up an eSports club in Yuzhou. I invited Nie Ze to play a few matches with the club's players."

Class 8's room was now empty. Zhang Chi was the last to leave the classroom. He locked the door and before leaving, took a deliberate glance at Lin Zida.