Narcissism?

Narcissism?

What displeased Deng Xiang most was that he had merely gone to another class to beat someone up. Such a trivial matter, yet idiots kept popping up one after another to get in his way.

It left him unable to swallow his anger.

Back at Tiezhong Junior High, whenever he disliked someone, he would go straight to their classroom or dormitory and beat them up in public—slapping them and kicking them. No one had ever dared to resist.

Why was No.4 Middle School different?

Had Deng Xiang gotten old?

Deng Xiang was already beside himself with rage. He stepped forward twice and reached for Jiang Ning's collar with one hand.

As long as he grabbed that collar, he would immediately slap him! He had once slapped a boy so hard he cried.

The surrounding Ma Shicheng and the others had originally worried that things would get out of hand. But when they saw Deng Xiang make a move against Jiang Ning, they could not help feeling sorry for him.

Deng Xiang looked vicious, his murderous aura heavy, and he moved quickly. An ordinary student would most likely have had their collar grabbed.

But who was Jiang Ning? He casually reached out and pinched Deng Xiang's fingers.

Deng Xiang only saw a blur before his eyes. The other man was unbelievably fast.

Jiang Ning twisted upward.

A sharp pain shot through his fingers. It was the pain of ten fingers connected to the heart, and Deng Xiang screamed.

"Big bro!"

The few brothers Deng Xiang had brought along all cried out and swarmed forward.

Seeing this, Jiang Ning released his hand, grabbed Deng Xiang by the shoulder, and gave him a light shove forward. Deng Xiang's entire body practically bounced backward like a human punching bag.

Like a bowling ball, he crashed all the way through the boys rushing over to support him, knocking them sprawling in every direction.

For a moment, the scene was utter chaos.

Fortunately, Deng Xiang's brothers were fairly capable. After some effort, they finally caught Deng Xiang.

"That's insane. Jiang Ning is way too fierce." Ma Shicheng admired him from the bottom of his heart. Maybe beating Song Sheng last time had been a fluke, but this time proved he was truly strong. His strength was freakish. No wonder he was trained in martial arts.

Shan Kaiquan let out a sigh of relief. He had wanted Jiang Ning to help him earlier, but had been too embarrassed to say it. Now that Jiang Ning had acted, everyone was happy.

As for whether Jiang Ning could beat them? Shan Kaiquan had no doubts whatsoever.

A guy like Song Sheng could easily take on two or three people. Jiang Ning beating Song Sheng had been easier than beating up elementary school kids. Handling these few people was no problem at all.

The other watching students, such as Huang Zhongfei, had observed more closely. They knew Jiang Ning and Xue Yuantong were close. This troublemaker from another class had truly run into terrible luck—terrible enough to smack Xue Yuantong's desk.

Deng Xiang was still dazed. Once he steadied himself, he felt humiliated.

People like them who ran the streets cared most about pride. For pride's sake, they could do anything and dared to do anything!

At that moment, he decided that today he would hang Jiang Ning up and beat him, making him lose all face and ensuring he would never be able to hold his head up at No.4 Middle School again.

Moreover, Deng Xiang swore that from now on, every time he saw Jiang Ning, he would beat him up. That included his friends—anyone who dared befriend Jiang Ning would become a target.

If Jiang Ning dared get a girlfriend, then Deng Xiang would definitely trample Jiang Ning's dignity into the dirt right in front of her, then steal his girlfriend! "Get him!"

Deng Xiang's expression was cruel.

At his command, he took the lead, and the boys behind him instantly pounced.

Eight against one. Tell me, how could he lose? Before Deng Xiang had even taken half a step, Jiang Ning was already in front of him. One kick landed squarely on Deng Xiang's chest. Jiang Ning used a trace of Spiritual Energy, and Deng Xiang's advancing body abruptly halted.

He first lost control of his body. Then, with his head as the center, his legs rose backward into the air.

A person who had been standing upright was kicked horizontal, his entire body floating face-down in the air as he flew backward.

This time, Deng Xiang was clearly not as lucky as before. Not only he himself, but several boys with him were all slammed into the wall by the tremendous force.

"Holy crap! What was that?" Ma Shicheng's mouth twitched.

The few of them hit the wall with a resounding bang!

Geng Lu watched the scene with light in her eyes. She disliked violent boys, yet Jiang Ning's violence at that moment did not disgust her in the slightest. Instead, it seemed to possess a kind of violent aesthetic.

No girl would dislike a boy capable of protecting her.

With his right hand in his pocket, Jiang Ning slowly walked over.

Deng Xiang felt as though his chest had caved in. He felt like he was about to die. He desperately wanted to live.

Jiang Ning had wanted to grab Deng Xiang by the hair, but this guy probably fought often and kept his hair short, making it hard to grab.

He had no choice but to seize Deng Xiang by the back of his collar, as though carrying a puppy.

Weak. Far too weak.

Jiang Ning was thoroughly bored. Last time, he had carried Song Sheng the same way.

An old acquaintance had already entered the hospital. Who knew when he would return?

Jiang Ning lifted Deng Xiang with one hand, his expression indifferent. Deng Xiang's few helpers looked as though their souls had left their bodies as they stared at Jiang Ning in fear. They had fought many times, but they had never seen such a ruthless person.

None of them doubted that even if they attacked together, Jiang Ning would still give them a brutal beating.

Many little thugs feared neither heaven nor earth and would charge in headfirst. If enraged, they would even dare pull a knife.

Yet they feared only two kinds of people: peers stronger than themselves, and truly formidable Big Thugs.

Jiang Ning walked toward the podium, dragging someone in one hand without the slightest sign of effort. As Gong Xuan watched him approach step by step, her body trembled as she backed away.

She was afraid Jiang Ning would beat her up too.

Jiang Ning glanced at Gong Xuan. "Get lost."

She was blocking his way.

Gong Xuan shuddered and obediently moved aside, but Jiang Ning spoke again. "Apologize before you get lost."

Gong Xuan hurriedly stopped, not daring to resist in the slightest.

"You too. Apologize," Jiang Ning said.

Seeing Deng Xiang's numb expression, he casually slapped him twice. That kick had looked terrifying, but it had not seriously injured him.

After two slaps, Deng Xiang shuddered awake.

Deng Xiang hated him. Deng Xiang was furious. Deng Xiang was filled with towering rage. He wanted revenge! But he was also terrified.

"Sorry, Class 8. We disturbed you today."

"Sorry, we were wrong!"

"We'll turn over a new leaf and be good people from now on!"

Deng Xiang and Gong Xuan apologized obediently with miserable expressions, not daring to resist at all.

"Fine. Get lost."

Amid everyone's mocking laughter, Deng Xiang and his group left Class 8 in a sorry state.

Jiang Ning then looked at his classmates. "The show's over. Everyone go home. Be careful on the way."

The students below actually felt somewhat flattered. A Fierce God had just beaten up the bad guys, then turned around and spoke to them pleasantly.

Thus, the farce came to an end.

Jiang Ning looked at Xue Yuantong, who hurriedly lowered her head. In truth, she had been watching Jiang Ning the entire time.

Now that Jiang Ning was fine, the heart she had been holding in suspense finally settled.

The students beside her had quietly told her that Jiang Ning had acted because of her. A hero enraged for a beauty! Their tones, mixed with envy, jealousy, and emotion, kept echoing in Xue Yuantong's ears.

Xue Yuantong's face burned. Was that really it?

She had been bullied, and Jiang Ning had not hesitated to offend others just to stand up for her. Why would he do that?

Back in junior high, whenever Xue Yuantong had been bullied and felt wronged, there had never been anyone like this.

No one had ever stepped forward to protect her. Most people had merely watched coldly.

She really wanted to tell Jiang Ning that it was fine, that she did not need this. Her desk had only been slapped; it was nothing.

Even if her cup had broken, he did not need to offend others for her.

She could just buy another one.

She wanted desperately to tell Jiang Ning, but she could not say it. She was afraid that if she asked, she would get the wrong answer.

If Jiang Ning told her that he had not done it for her, wouldn't she look terribly narcissistic? Jiang Ning might not have done it for me. He was already a righteous person to begin with.

Xue Yuantong thought to herself.

The students of Class 8 soon dispersed. Wang Yong walked out of the classroom and saw Lin Zida standing at the door with a tall, skinny boy, apparently waiting for him.

When the trouble had broken out in class and Jiang Ning made his move, Wang Yong remembered that Lin Zida had been paying attention to the matter. Wanting to improve his relationship with Lin Zida, he had privately sent him a QQ message and called him over to watch.

"Lin Ge, if there's nothing else, I'm heading out to play League of Legends," the tall, skinny boy said.

Lin Zida invited him, "Want to get barbecue together tonight?"

"I'll treat you another day. I still have some Foreign Server Orders on hand, and I need to finish them tonight." The boy tossed out those words and left impatiently.

Watching the boy's retreating figure, Wang Yong asked curiously, "Wasn't that Nie Ze?"

He knew Nie Ze. He was also from the Compound, and Nie Ze's family was on a much higher level than his. But what had drawn Wang Yong's attention was not Nie Ze's family background, but Nie Ze's abilities. Nie Ze was in his second year of high school, one year above them.

Nie Ze was incredibly good at League of Legends. He boosted accounts for foreign server players and earned tens of thousands in half a year. It was simply unbelievable.

Tens of thousands!

Wang Yong could barely imagine it. His family was well-off, but he only got around a thousand yuan a month. Even if someone handed him tens of thousands, he would not know how to spend it! It would have been one thing if Nie Ze were only good at games, but he also did well in school, was handsome, and had a wide circle. With one call, many people would answer.

Lin Zida said, "I heard someone came to cause trouble in your class, so I specifically called him over. Too bad we were late. You'd already wrapped things up."

As Lin Zida said this, there was no hiding his regret. Unlike the other students in the Experimental Class, he was always the first to slip away after school. When Wang Yong had messaged him, he had nearly reached the school gate. By the time he contacted Nie Ze and hurried over, Class 8's situation had long since ended.

"Nie Ze usually doesn't hang out with us. Does that mean you play League of Legends too, Lin Ge? I thought you only played console games?" Wang Yong asked strangely.

Lin Zida said casually,

"A relative is optimistic about the future of League of Legends esports, so he set up an Esports Club in Yuzhou. I brought Nie Ze along to play a few matches against the club's players."

Class 8's classroom was empty. Zhang Chi was the last to leave. He locked the door, and before leaving, he deliberately glanced at Lin Zida.