The Supreme Wild Young Master
Chapter 166: Want to harm this Lord? _1

Chapter 166: Chapter 166: Want to harm this Lord? _1

Du Xinyan shot a glance at Zhang Xian, and then turned on her heels, her face flushed bright pink as she clutched her books and beat a hasty retreat.

This rascal. It was a sunny day, and he dared to strut around bare-chested in the school. Was he out of his mind?

"Um..."

Zhang Xian was somewhat speechless upon seeing Du Xinyan’s disdainful look before she left.

He didn’t exactly plan to strut around shirtless either; it was simply a result of his shirt being snatched by Wen Yulan and then abruptly chucked out. Where was he supposed to find a replacement so quickly? Plus, since when did it become unusual for a man to be bare-chested?

"Women, always so dramatic."

With a dismissive snort, Zhang Xian sauntered off towards his classroom with a carefree swagger, a cigarette dangling nonchalantly from his lips.

Bare-chested, with his hair a wild, bird-nest-like mess, and a few pieces of weeds on his head, he certainly stood out. His appearance was so eye-catching that it turned heads wherever he went.

"Who the hell is this guy?"

"Crap, he’s really flamboyantly audacious!"

His classmates were utterly gobsmacked by Zhang Xian’s blithe display. "Zhang Xian" was quite a famous name in Tsinghua University, but not many people actually knew him, thus his appearance didn’t cause much of a stir.

"Boy, freeze!" Suddenly, a middle-aged man came huffing and puffing towards him.

Zhang Xian turned and quickly smiled. "Director, did you call me?"

"Zhang Xian?" The director paused for a moment, then scoffed. "Zhang Xian, have you lost your mind?"

Zhang Xian asked in confusion, "Director, what do you mean by that? It’s pretty uncalled for to say I’ve lost my mind, don’t you think? Unless you’re implying you’ve lost yours?"

"You..." The director was livid. "Who gave you permission to strut around half-naked on school grounds? Smoking, too! Is this the demeanor of a student?"

Zhang Xian took a drag on his cigarette, blowing smoke right into the director’s face, "Director, we’re all adults. Let’s not get hung up on details."

"Cough, cough..." hit with Te second-hand smoke, the director started coughing, sputtering angrily, "A student should act like a student and not tarnish the school’s reputation, do you understand?"

Zhang Xian shot back, "So, I’m not wearing a shirt. What’s the big deal?"

The director snapped, "A student is a student! Do you need me to repeat this? Look at you, do you look like a student? If you can’t act like one, you should leave early."

Feeling an unnatural twitch at the corner of his mouth, Zhang Xian quickly spotted Zhao Fuyuan not far away and waved at him.

Zhao Fuyuan, seeing Zhang Xian’s signal, rushed over with joy, greeting him with a wide grin.

Zhang Xian took another puff of his cigarette, "Take off your shirt."

Zhao Fuyuan was stunned. "What?"

Zhang Xian repeated, "I said, take off your shirt. Are you deaf?"

Coming to his senses, Zhao Fuyuan quickly took off his shirt without another word. To him, Zhang Xian’s words were tantamount to a royal decree.

Zhang Xian grabbed the shirt from Zhao Fuyuan and quickly slipped it on. He gave the director a defiant look, asking, "Director, now that I have put on a shirt, is there anything else you need to address?"

"Student, how could you..." The director looked at Zhao Fuyuan, his face ashen.

When Zhao Fuyuan faced Zhang Xian, he was humble and deferential. However, when he confronted the director, he instantly straightened up, "Director, what’s the problem? Do you have an issue?"

"No... no... How could I have an issue?" The director stammered, waving his hands quickly. "Since Zhang Xian has put his clothes on, I won’t add anything more. You guys should get back to work."

Zhang Xian noted that the director appeared to be wary of Zhao Fuyuan. He sneered, "Director, are you showing favoritism?"

The director turned, "What do you mean?"

"When I was shirtless, you babbled on and on, but when Zhao Fuyuan is shirtless, you don’t even make a peep? Is that not discrimination?" Zhang Xian said in a cold voice, patting Zhao Fuyuan on the shoulder, "Brother, you’re quite tragic. The director doesn’t even consider you in his regard. If I were to guess, he has given up any hope of improving you. He just doesn’t care how you choose to act."

Zhao Fuyuan stared at the director in stupefaction, "Director, what do you mean? I pay the same tuition. How can you discriminate against me?"

Frightened, the director quickly retorted, "No... no, that’s not what I meant at all."

Zhang Xian chuckled, "Then, please explain, director. Why is it damaging to school reputation when I’m shirtless, but when Zhao Fuyuan is shirtless, you don’t reprimand him? Isn’t this discrimination? I reckon you’ve given up on him, considering him hopeless and the worst part is, you’ve even given up on correcting him."

Zhao Fuyuan, realising that Zhang Xian was provoking the director, willingly played along, widening his eyes at the director, "Director, what do you mean?"

The director retreated a few paces, "Zhao, I... I didn’t mean it that way."

Zhao Fuyuan demanded angrily, "Then explain, why do you only criticize Zhang and not me? Are you implying that I’m hopeless?"

Seeing Zhao Fuyuan’s anger, the director began to sweat profusely. In his mind, he was undoubtedly cursing Zhang Xian. After all, Zhao Fuyuan was not someone he could freely criticize in public.

Zhang Xian simply smiled at the director who was squirming like an ant on a hot pan and strutted off nonchalantly.

He knew that the director had held a grudge against him since their last encounter and had seized the opportunity to reprimand him. But did he think that he would be so easily reprimanded?

"Eh? Brother-in-law, why aren’t you wearing a shirt?"

After class, Zhu Yan ran out of the classroom, looking at the shirtless Zhang Xian in surprise, and asked, "Where are your clothes?"

"Well..." Zhang Xian scratched the back of his head, "It’s too hot, so I didn’t wear it."

Zhu Yan said, "Is it really hot? I didn’t feel it! The temperature seems to be higher yesterday, but I didn’t see you go shirtless! Also, why are your pants so dirty? What did you do?"

Xia Xiaohua also looked at Zhang Xian confusedly. This guy, he looked as if he had just crawled out from a sewer, with a few straws stuck in his hair!

"Errr..." Zhang Xian didn’t know how to explain, so he quickly changed the subject, "Yan Yan, there is a party by Wang Lei tonight that we are invited to. Are you interested?"

Zhu Yan said, "I’m not going! He is not a good guy."

Zhang Xian said, "But I already promised him. It would be rude not to go. Why don’t we just go and see?"

Zhu Yan looked at Zhang Xian and asked, "Do you want to go?"

Zhang Xian rubbed his nose and said, "I think he has something up his sleeve, so I want to go and see if I can teach him a lesson."

Zhu Yan’s eyes lit up and she laughed, "Okay, I’ll go with you."

...

After dinner at home, Zhang Xian and Zhu Yan drove to a KTV.

This was the location of Wang Lei’s party.

Under the guidance of a waiter, Zhang Xian and Zhu Yan walked into a private room that was already full.

There were students from Tsinghua University, friends from outside, nearly 20 people in total. Among them were a few good-looking young ladies, one in a red dress, singing a song.

"Haha, Young Master Zhang, Yan Yan, you guys are here!" As soon as Wang Lei saw Zhang Xian and Zhu Yan, he hurried over and introduced them to everyone.

After greeting everyone, Zhang Xian sat in a corner with Zhu Yan.

All the women gathered by the rich second generation were beauties, some of them were very sexy, which made him blink in surprise.

Zhu Yan pinched Zhang Xian hard and pouted, "Brother-in-law, where are you looking? Be careful I will tell my sister that you are flirting with other women."

Zhang Xian coughed and looked away.

Having a sister-in-law by his side was really inconvenient. This sister-in-law was even more troublesome than his wife.

"Handsome guy, drink?" The red-dressed girl who had been singing came over.

Zhang Xian picked up a bottle of beer and clinked with the beauty. This girl was good-looking and had a great voice.

Zhu Yan was somewhat unhappy. Although she had no right to interfere in this matter, she felt annoyed. According to her, Zhang Xian should keep a certain distance from other women.

"Handsome guy, sing a song please!" The beauty in red smiled.

Zhang Xian rubbed his nose, smiled and said, "I can’t sing, I don’t want to embarrass myself."

The girl in red bewitchingly shook Zhang Xian’s thigh, and whined, "But, I really want to hear you! Can you sing one song for me?"

Zhu Yan was livid. What’s this beauty implying? Is she trying to seduce her brother-in-law? She wore so little, her underwear could be seen if she bent over, what’s going on?

Zhang Xian didn’t want to, "I can’t sing."

The girl in red pouted, "Handsome guy, you’re a buzzkill."

Zhang Xian said, "Not a buzzkill, but I really can’t sing. If I go and make a fool of myself, how is that good for me?"

The girl in red hugged Zhang Xian’s arm and rubbed it with her soft chest, laughing, "If you sing a song, I’ll let you kiss me, or let you touch me."

Zhang Xian’s eyes lit up, "Really?"

Zhu Yan was furious, pinching Zhang Xian hard again, angrily said, "You dare, watch out, I will tell my sister."

Zhang Xian coughed and quickly shook his head, "Beautiful girl, I really can’t sing, so, I’m not going."

The girl in red saw Zhu Yan was sulking on the side, so she didn’t force him anymore.

"Zhang Xian, come on, let’s have a drink." Wang Lei suddenly came over with a glass of wine.

Zhang Xian gave a strange smile, took the two glasses of wine and suddenly his eyes widened, "What the heck is that? What is this shit?"

Wang Lei and the others turned to look, but they saw nothing.

At this moment, Zhang Xian quickly switched the glasses, "Damn, these MVs are so frustrating."

Wang Lei and others were speechless. After all this fuss, he was just annoyed about the MV? But there seemed to be nothing wrong with the MV just now. Why was he yelling for no reason?

Zhang Xian laughed, "Never mind, never mind. Young Master Wang, let’s have a drink."

Wang Lei, unaware that his drink had been switched, just drank it straight down. Only he and the girl in red knew about his little scheme, and he didn’t believe Zhang Xian would discover anything.