God King Tang Got Beaten for Speaking Up

Seeing the look on Flender's face, Jiang Qin naturally understood that he had persuaded him and continued to strike while the iron was hot:

"Besides, dean, I don't think it's right to say we should put her Martial Soul and sect background aside. They're things she was born with, so why should they be put aside?"

Ning Rongrong came to her senses at his words. That was right! Was it wrong for her to have been born into the prestigious Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect? Was she destined to be beneath others just because she was born into wealth and privilege?

She had been born with a top-tier Martial Soul like the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda. She was heaven's favored child, and she was outstanding. Why should being outstanding make her feel inferior instead?

She gradually stopped crying and slowly pulled away from Jiang Qin's embrace, her eyes slowly brightening.

Flender knew he was in the wrong, but he refused to back down. His blue eyes darted from side to side as he stubbornly retorted, "So what? Ning Rongrong broke the school rules. Shouldn't she be punished?"

Flender still insisted on thoroughly PUAing Ning Rongrong first. Otherwise, how could he save face?

Jiang Qin smiled. This old bastard really was stubborn as a mule. It seemed he needed a reminder.

Jiang Qin spoke as though the thought had just occurred to him. "Oh, right, Dean Flender, do you think those two honored Douluos would have been at ease letting Ning Rongrong, the princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, come here alone to study?"

At those words, Flender was jolted with alarm. The half-eaten piece of watermelon slipped from his hand and landed with a crisp splat.

Cold sweat immediately broke out on Flender's forehead as waves of belated fear washed over him.

That was right. Jiang Qin was right. Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo were famous for fiercely protecting their own; even Flender, all the way out in Suotuo City, had heard of it. If those two learned that he had scolded Ning Rongrong today...

He shuddered violently.

It wasn't that he hadn't known about Ning Rongrong's background. He had simply thought he could PUA her with ease. After all, he was thoroughly practiced at it.

But after Jiang Qin pointed it out, there was a clear change in Ning Rongrong's expression. She was no longer crying or feeling aggrieved. Instead, she had returned to her Little Demoness demeanor.

If Ning Rongrong complained to those two, wouldn't his life...

Flender trembled all over in fright and immediately forced a smile uglier than a crying face. No longer caring why Jiang Qin was acting so strangely, he opened his mouth to smooth things over.

Everyone present could see what was going on and fell silent. Even the unruly Dai Mubai understood the stakes now.

But just as Flender was about to speak, a figure suddenly spoke up!

"Jiang Qin! Are you threatening the dean?! Ning Rongrong broke the school rules, so why shouldn't he be punished?!"

Everyone froze, startled. They whipped around to look, only to find it was Tang San!

His head was raised, and he wore a smug smile, as though he had seized upon some truth.

Xiao Wu was nearly in tears with anxiety. How had she never noticed before that Tang San was so fond of courting trouble?

Now she couldn't even smooth things over for him if she wanted to.

Flender was dumbfounded too. Cold sweat poured down his face as he hurriedly shot Tang San a fierce look, signaling him to shut up.

But Tang San was so wrapped up in his own smugness that he paid no attention to Flender's signal. He even thought he was saying exactly what Flender had been thinking!

Oblivious, Tang San held his head high and lifted his chin, his eyes brimming with righteousness. "Jiang Qin! You think you can scare our great Dean Flender just by bringing up the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?!"

"A country has its laws, and a school has its rules! Our Dean Flender is fair and selfless. How could a few words from you make him too scared to punish Ning Rongrong? I suggest you shut up and let Ning Rongrong obediently accept her punishment!"

After delivering that string of words, Tang San was immensely pleased with himself. Now everyone's opinion of me from the past two days should finally change, right?

He had only said those words after spending ages observing the situation, drawing on everything he had learned in his life, weighing it carefully and analyzing it in detail!

He wanted to change Flender's opinion of him and make him grateful!

Look, no one else dares speak up, but I'm the one who dares step forward at a time like this. Isn't it obvious who your most loyal disciple is?

Now he'll have to shower me with praise, won't he?

Growing even more pleased with himself, Tang San turned to look, only to discover in astonishment that Flender's expression seemed somewhat different from what he had imagined...

Flender's brows were bristling, his aged face livid with rage as he glared at Tang San.

Damn it, hasn't this put me on the spot? I could've made a big matter small and a small matter disappear, and that would've been the end of it. What the fuck am I supposed to say now?

Ning Rongrong's little face turned scarlet with anger. She glared at Tang San, then looked at Flender with icy eyes. Just as she was about to speak, Jiang Qin quietly grabbed her soft, fair little hand and shook his head.

Ning Rongrong blushed. She didn't know what Jiang Qin was planning, but she felt safe by his side, so she chose to trust him and said nothing.

With a half-smile, Jiang Qin said, "Dean Flender, let me ask you something. Are Tang San's words also what you think?" He likewise placed extra emphasis on Tang San's name.

Flender immediately understood Jiang Qin's hint and quietly pursed his lips.

Ma Hongjun had long since had enough. He was Flender's personal disciple, and no matter how foolish he was, he understood what Flender meant now.

He hurried forward menacingly, spun Tang San around while he wasn't paying attention, and gave him two resounding slaps.

"Pah! Why does a brat like you have so much bullshit to spout? Trying to show off?"

The slaps left Tang San dazed. Furious, he said, "Fatty, why did you hit me? Was I talking to you?"

"Oh, you dare talk back? You really are asking for a beating!" Ma Hongjun slapped him again.

Tang San was furious. He wasn't afraid of this damn fatty and was about to hit back.

Unexpectedly, Dai Mubai looked anxious and grabbed Tang San in a tight embrace. "Xiao San, don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive! Talk things out. Why resort to fighting?"

As he spoke, he glanced at Ma Hongjun with his wicked eyes.

Ma Hongjun understood and slapped Tang San again. "That slap was to teach you a lesson, so you'll know what you should and shouldn't say!"

Smack!

"That slap was to knock some sense into you. How dare you talk back and curse at me!"

"Smack!"

"I don't know what that slap was for either. I just felt like hitting you!"

Ma Hongjun swung left and right in a huff, landing one slap after another. Before long, Tang San's face had swollen to three times its size, like a lump of... ahem, ahem...

Tang San had wanted to fight back, but both his hands were pinned. Before long, the slaps had left him dazed and overwhelmed with grief and anger.

"Stop hitting me, stop hitting me. I'll stop talking, all right..."

Tang San wanted to cry but had no tears. I was speaking up for Dean Flender. You're Flender's personal disciple, fatty. It's one thing not to help me, but you're actually hitting me?

Boohoohoo...

Is there no justice? Is there no law?!