Peerless Martial Expert in the City
Chapter 68 - 69: English Teacher

Chapter 68: Chapter 69: English Teacher

"Indeed, even Brother Zhao’s hands were disabled by him. Finding a stronger master will indeed be a bit tricky."

Zhang Bing’s face stiffened as well, showing a hint of difficulty. He rubbed his hands vigorously. Having followed Jin Xiaohan for a long time, although he knew Jin Xiaohan practiced sometimes, he rarely saw Jin Xiaohan actually strike. Instead, it was often Zhao Yongcai who stepped in when they encountered tough adversaries. In his eyes, Zhao Yongcai was a very formidable master. Finding someone stronger than Zhao Yongcai was not going to be easy.

However, soon a glint of inspiration flashed through his mind, and his face lit up with joy as he clapped his hands forcefully and said, "Young Master Jin, I’ve got it!"

"What good idea have you thought of?"

Upon hearing Zhang Bing’s words, Jin Xiaohan’s face also showed a burst of joy.

"Young Master Jin, didn’t Brother Hao tell you last time that if you needed anything, you could come to him? Why don’t we go and ask him to lend us a man? He has so many underlings, surely many of them can fight. I remember Brother Yong said the man beside him was terrifyingly strong," Zhang Bing said, more and more convinced of his idea, and he couldn’t help feeling excited.

"Him?"

Hearing Zhang Bing mention this person, Jin Xiaohan’s expression immediately grew tense and his eyebrows slightly furrowed. He certainly remembered Brother Hao. In fact, such a man was impossible for him to forget. Deep in his heart, he even held a sort of admiration for him—the aura, the domineering and boldness that exuded in his speech, all profoundly impressed him.

However, he was very clear that this man was not like those street thugs who could be easily used and exploited—even using them was giving them face. He was an extremely dangerous person, certainly not someone who could be easily manipulated. His father had also repeatedly warned him not to get too close to him.

"Young Master Jin, what’s wrong?"

Zhang Bing hadn’t thought this much. In his view, the man was just a bar owner, who should behave obediently in front of Young Master Jin. Seeing the hesitant look on Jin Xiaohan’s face, he mistakenly thought Jin Xiaohan feared he couldn’t beat Xiao Yi either. Zhang Bing consoled him disdainfully, "Young Master Jin, don’t worry. Although this bumpkin Xiao is pretty good at fighting, he only managed to defeat Brother Zhao because Zhao underestimated him. This guy is a son of a gun who strikes without warning and doesn’t play by the rules. If Brother Hao’s man steps in, he will definitely cripple him."

"Alright, it’s settled!"

A ruthless glint suddenly flashed in Jin Xiaohan’s eyes as he fiercely punched the wall again.

Xiao Yi, I will make you pay for today’s incident!

Jin Xiaohan clenched his fists tightly, the veins on his arms bulging, and a deep vengefulness filled his eyes.

...

The afternoon class was English, one of the few subjects in college conducted in small classroom settings, organized by class, in a small classroom or, to be precise, a language laboratory, designed to accommodate around a hundred students—it consisted of twenty-something students from the same class.

Therefore, English class was like a class meeting, promoting interaction among classmates. As everyone sat in the classroom waiting for the teacher, the atmosphere became much livelier with students laughing and chatting in groups, sharing funny incidents from their dormitories.

Seeing Xiao Yi enter the classroom, the Class Two students of the School of Mathematics were all taken aback. Ever since Xiao Yi single-handedly sent Gao Junjie and the Four Young Evil Masters flying, he had basically replaced Gao Junjie as the most prominent figure in the School of Mathematics. Almost all students had heard of this talented individual, but no one had expected that he was from their own class.

Under the gaze of everyone, Xiao Yi smiled faintly at them and then took a seat in the most cornered spot as usual.

Fatty Tang only ran into the classroom, breathing heavily, as the class bell rang and sat down next to Xiao Yi.

"Boss, why did you come so early?"

While setting down his backpack, he plopped into his seat and flashed a sycophantic smile at Xiao Yi.

"I’m not early; you’re just late."

Xiao Yi replied indifferently.

"Hehe, isn’t this just me practicing those things you taught, boss? I got so caught up I almost forgot the time,"

Fatty Tang said with a somewhat embarrassed smile as he heard the class bell ring.

"Don’t rush success. These things take time, and rushing won’t do you any good, especially certain moves. Make sure you don’t try to achieve them in one go, or the consequences will be severe."

Xiao Yi frowned, recalling something, and emphasized softly.

"Yeah, boss, don’t worry, I know,"

Fatty Tang looked at Xiao Yi gratefully.

Xiao Yi nodded and said no more. At that moment, the English teacher also came in clutching a textbook.

Seeing the teacher who walked in, Xiao Yi was slightly stunned. He rarely indulged in imagining about the unknown, like picturing what a teacher would look like before classes, but the sight of this teacher gave him a strong, unexpected feeling.

Apart from the name Zhao Hong on the timetable, which led him to preconceive the gender, more importantly, this person didn’t seem like an English teacher at all. He looked more like a celebrity, with his handsome face, warm smile, slightly curly hair, and electrifying eyes. Even compared to the idols frequently seen on TV screens, he was certainly no less striking.

As soon as he entered the classroom, he immediately captured the attention of all the students. Even Fatty Tang focused intently as if he was seriously listening, and the few girls in the class stared at him almost like fanatics.

"Good afternoon, classmates, we meet again. I’m glad to see you all. It seems we have a new student today?"

With only about twenty people, it was easy to see clearly. While Xiao Yi was sizing up this male English teacher named Zhao Hong, Zhao Hong’s gaze also noticed the unfamiliar face in the corner. A trace of surprise briefly appeared in his eyes before he looked over with a smile.

"Hello Teacher Zhao, and hello fellow students, I just transferred here last Wednesday; my name is Xiao Yi."

Seeing Zhao Hong’s gaze directed at him, Xiao Yi promptly stood up and introduced himself to him and the other students in the class.

"So you’re Classmate Xiao, welcome to Applied Mathematics Class 2. I hope we all get along well this semester, learn together, and make progress collectively. Can we give Classmate Xiao a round of applause?"

Upon hearing Xiao Yi’s introduction, a flicker of surprise crossed Zhao Hong’s eyes again, but it was quickly replaced by a smile. He warmly nodded to Xiao Yi, motioning for him to sit down, and then turned his attention to the other students.