Imposter Young Master
Chapter 17 Your Brother Bullies Me! _1

Chapter 17: Chapter 17 Your Brother Bullies Me! _1

"Feifei, you have to help me get my revenge," Xia Zihan said pleadingly.

Yang Fei put down her book, asking with confusion, "What happened? Who has upset you?"

"Who else could it be? Your brother, of course." Xia Zihan went crazy just by thinking about being ignored by Yang Gang, almost on the verge of tears from her injustice.

"Yang Gang?" Yang Fei was taken aback, "Since when can he mess with you?"

"It was indeed him who upset me." Xia Zihan was like a bullied child in front of Yang Fei.

"What on earth happened?" Yang Fei became increasingly confused.

"He...he called me a nutcase." The more Xia Zihan thought about it, the more unjust she felt, almost on the brink of tears.

"No way! He doesn’t have the guts," Yang Fei shook her head, indicating her disbelief.

"It’s true, Feifei. I wanted to have a good talk with him, but he was just interested in sleeping and didn’t pay attention to me. I woke him up with great difficulty, but he got very angry and called me a nutcase," Xia Zihan explained.

"What? Was he taking the wrong medicine?" Yang Fei showed a hint of surprise and then said, "Alright, Zi Han, you go back first, the second class is about to start. After the second class ends, I’ll accompany you to ask what’s going on, okay?"

"Hmm. But I don’t want to go back to our class now. I’ll just squat in your class for a class, the teacher won’t care anyway. Hehe."

Yang Fei looked helpless, "Honestly, you..."

...

Digital teaching classroom No. 2.

Yang Gang had been asleep for less than five minutes when suddenly a voice next to him said, "You’re Yang Gang, right? Come with me."

Yang Gang was enraged, damn it, couldn’t he have a moment of peace to get some sleep?

He looked up, and saw many people smirking at him.

When he glanced to his left, Yang Gang noticed a boy had been standing there.

He must weigh at least 200 kg, with arms thicker than Yang Gang’s legs, and his physical appearance was quite astonishing.

"Did this guy fall face-first when he was born?"

Yang Gang glanced at the boy, rolled his eyes, and ignored him.

What a joke, he thinks I would just follow him out just because he wants so? Who does he think he is?

"Yang Gang, I’ll ask you nicely one more time: come outside." His increasing tone was a blatant threat to Young Master Yang.

Damn it!

Bloody hell, it’s not your fault that you’re ugly, nor is it your fault that you’re running around scaring people, but it’s entirely wrong to disturb me when I’m trying to sleep. Throughout history, the only ones who can disturb me are my foster father, the old trickster, and my childhood-arranged wife, Su Xiaoxi. But it can’t be helped. The old trickster’s skills are profound and I’m not his match, while Su Xiaoxi, this woman, is devious and cunning, my natural nemesis.

But you, this fat pig...

"Scram!" Yang Gang spat out just one word.

Everyone was in uproar.

Scram...

The imbecile Yang Gang actually told Wusheng to get lost...

Who is Wusheng, you may ask? He’s none other than Gao Qifeng’s henchman and enforcer. Don’t be fooled by Wusheng’s chubby frame, underneath that are plenty of muscles.

Yang Gang seemed to have forgotten about the pain once the wound healed. Did he really think that after beating up that stubble-faced guy, he’s Mr. Invincible now?! The stubble-faced guy wouldn’t fight back because he was wary of the Yang family’s power, not because he was afraid of the imbecile Yang Gang.

He really is an imbecile!

Wusheng was also furious. His family’s status is unremarkable, but with his powerful master, he’s good at bullying people using his influence.

"Damn!" Enraged, Wusheng raised his hand to slap someone.

A good percentage of the spectators turned their heads, as if they couldn’t bear to watch the brutal scene.

Outside the classroom window, a tall and muscular boy with a handsome face and elegant temperament suddenly appeared.

It was the Gao Qifeng that everyone was talking about.

Gao Qifeng’s father was the Chair of the Hangcheng Political Coordination Committee and his mother was the director of Hengyang Construction Group. With his parents’ political and business influence, Gao Qifeng’s family background was significantly stronger than the Yang family.

At this moment, Gao Qifeng was calm, observing the situation inside the classroom.

...

Within the digital teaching classroom, Wusheng, who was provoked by Yang Gang, huffed angrily and, without warning, threw his left fist at Yang Gang. He was in an archer’s stance, ready to throw a heavy punch at Yang Gang’s crown.

Clearly, Wusheng was shamefully angry.

Seeing Wusheng’s stance, Gao Qifeng, who had been watching from outside the classroom, said to himself, "Wusheng is really reckless. If he injures Yang Gang, it’ll be problematic. Although Yang Gang is a bit dumb, the Yang family is still one of the Top Ten Families; it would be very troublesome."

But it was too late to stop it.

...

The punch was coming fiercely.

Yang Gang merely sighed lightly. His eyes suddenly became deep and icy. His right hand came out, neither rushing nor slowing, and caught Wusheng’s heavy punch just before it landed on his crown. With the stance of Tai Chi and the forcefulness of leverage, he easily caught Wusheng’s punch single-handedly.

Superficially, it seems like a stalemate, both parties equally matched.

The spectators were dumbfounded.

"No way, the imbecile Yang actually manages to hold off against Wusheng who weighs 200 kg?!!"

"Damn it, am I seeing things?"

Everyone’s minds were reeling.

...

Still as a statue.

This was Wusheng’s situation right now; not that he didn’t want to move, not that he didn’t want to beat Yang Gang up, but because... he couldn’t move an inch.

His most powerful punch was blocked easily by Yang Gang, no, that’s not all. The moment his fist contacted Yang Gang’s right hand, they switched roles between attacker and defender. At this moment, he was entirely at Yang Gang’s mercy.

Others may only be surprised that he, who has always relied on his strength, was matched evenly against Yang Gang, the infamous loser. But himself, he knew very well, this is not a stalemate. He was completely and utterly being dominated!

And the one on the receiving end was none other than himself!

Seeing Yang Gang’s expression when their bodies came into contact, Wusheng became scared.

His eyes were dull, blood-red.

A feeling of a fierce wolf, the smell of blood.

"Everyone, bear witness that this is self-defense," Yang Gang said nonchalantly.

Upon hearing this, Wusheng’s unease grew.

Just then, a sharp pain shot through his left fist. Wusheng was shocked. He knew very well that if Yang Gang tightened his grip even a little, his hand would be ruined.

"Stop!" Gao Qifeng could no longer maintain his calm as he entered the classroom, "Yang Gang, I apologize for Wusheng’s brashness."

Yang Gang took a look at Gao Qifeng, feeling somewhat surprised. This man was quite elegant and refined, much to his own chagrin.

"Hmm... finally, someone who pleases my eyes."

That was a blatant lie!

Truth be told, he hated those types of graceful, elegant men down to his core.

As for the reasons...

Yang Gang put his thoughts away, stared at Gao Qifeng, and flashed a grin, "So, what’s your name again?"

The crowd gasped!

Could this be a joke? Was he trying to humiliate Gao Qifeng?