School Beauty's Personal Crazy Young Master
Chapter 395 - 449: Fury

Chapter 395: Chapter 449: Fury

Senior High’s rooftop.

Chen Nan’s eyes were sharp as he stared at Jiang Haotian, his face void of any smile, and said, "Who exactly are you, and what is your purpose at the school?"

Jiang Haotian let out a cold laugh, "You needn’t worry about that."

Chen Nan clenched his fists, a killing aura gradually emerged from him as he stared and said, "I don’t care what you’re here for, but if you dare harm Su Qingqing, I’ll definitely smash your head in."

"Smash my head in?"

Jiang Haotian, as if he had heard the funniest joke, laughed wildly, "You just took advantage of your cultivation technique a moment ago; if we were to clash head-on, you wouldn’t necessarily be my match."

Chen Nan’s expression grew colder, "Arrogance needs to be backed by capability, but with someone like you, killing you would be like slaughtering a dog."

"I’ve heard of your combat record, unbeatable at your level, even a master from the Ninth Layered Heaven might not get an advantage over you," Jiang Haotian said calmly: "However, there’s nothing to be proud of, because I can do the same!"

"Anyone can boast. If you don’t believe it, you’re welcome to try and see whether you decapitate me or I chop off your head."

Jiang Haotian shrugged his shoulders, turned, and walked towards the stairwell, saying, "I see no need to fight you now. We’ll definitely have a fierce battle sooner or later, and the one who will die is surely you."

Watching Jiang Haotian’s retreating figure, Chen Nan’s fists creaked with tension.

If this were not at school but rather in the outskirts, he would certainly engage in a fight to the death with Jiang Haotian, because he could clearly sense that this guy harbored ill intentions towards Su Qingqing and seemed to be deliberately getting close to her.

"I must warn her to not get too close with him."

Chen Nan sighed, turned around, and walked towards the stairwell.

...

The principal’s office!

Principal Yang Shan sat at the desk, and on the sofa opposite him was a man with a bruised face, swollen like a pig’s head.

This man was none other than Wang Dazhong.

After getting beaten up by Chen Nan at Lan Yuqin’s dormitory, he harbored a grudge and ran to the principal to complain.

"Principal, you must stand up for me!"

Wang Dazhong, face full of tears and snot and looking miserable, said pleadingly with a sob, "This Lan Yuqin is really too outrageous, a disgrace to our school! She’s carrying on a romantic affair with a student, and during noon, they were even doing indecent acts in the dormitory. After I stumbled upon them, they dragged me into the dorm and beat me up, also threatening me to keep quiet about it."

"What!?"

Yang Shan slammed his hand on the desk and leaped up in anger.

He was furious. He had made advances towards Lan Yuqin several times before, desiring to woo her, but each time he was rejected. Later, his hopes were completely dashed by Chen Nan.

Now, hearing that Lan Yuqin was involved in an affair with a student further fueled his anger. After all, wasn’t he, the principal, better than a mere student?

"This is utterly excessive!"

The more Yang Shan thought about it, the angrier he became, indignantly saying, "Teacher Wang, is everything you’ve told me the truth?"

"Of course it’s true, how could I possibly lie about such a thing? Look at these bruises on my face; they were caused by them," Wang Dazhong twisted the truth and embellished his story, "You don’t know, sir. I had a matter to discuss with Lan Yuqin, and since her door was unlocked, I just pushed it open. Then, I saw them, the teacher and the student... Ah, it was a sight too horrible to endure."

"Slap!"

Yang Shan, fuming, slammed his hand hard on the desk.

Lan Yuqin, in his eyes, was the woman of his dreams!

Hearing now that his dream woman had been slept with by a student, Principal Yang couldn’t contain his rage, bellowing, "Outrageous, Lan Yuqin is absolutely outrageous!"

"Indeed, too outrageous, how could a teacher be so shameless!"

Yang Shan’s anger burned fiercely, and through gritted teeth, he said punctuating each word, "Teacher Wang, tell me, who is this student? I must severely punish this pair today!"

Seeing the principal enraged, Wang Dazhong was internally thrilled.

He felt he could finally take his revenge and hastily said, "This is Lan Yuqin’s own student, that Chen Nan."

Chen Nan!

Hearing this name, the still furious Yang Shan suddenly thudded back into his chair.

Why was it this bastard again?

Yang Shan felt deep frustration. Ever since he was secretly filmed by Chen Nan by the river, his hands were tied by him, and now hearing that Chen Nan had slept with Lan Yuqin, his anger raged even more.

But what was the use of being angry?

"Damn it, this little bastard!"

Principal Yang cursed, his teeth itching from hatred as he glanced at Wang Dazhong and said, "Teacher Wang, you can leave now. This matter ends here, and it must never be mentioned again."

"What... what?" Wang Dazhong was utterly stunned.

Principal Yang had just been furious, declaring to punish the couple severely, but in the blink of an eye, he changed his stance?

"Principal, you can’t just let them off like this, we must crack down on such behavior or it’ll tarnish our school’s reputation. I think..."

"I said never mention it again, didn’t you hear?" Yang Shan stared at him, cutting him off.

"But..."

Wang Dazhong seemed to want to say more, but Yang Shan slapped the desk and roared, "But what? Remember this, never speak a word of it again! Damn it, otherwise you can’t stay in this school any longer!"

Wang Dazhong immediately shrank back.

He seriously doubted whether Yang Shan was mentally sound; why else would he change his stance so suddenly?

"I guarantee I won’t speak of it again."

Wang Dazhong said, stifling his frustration, and walked away dejectedly.

Principal Yang was left fuming, utterly convinced that his dream woman had truly been to bed with Chen Nan.

"Lan Yuqin, you harlot, harlot!"

Clenching his fists, Yang Shan continuously cursed Chen Nan in his heart, his expression of frustration uglier than if his own father had died.