Blocked After School

"Reporting, Teacher Tian, this is the new transfer student in our class, Hua Qiang!"

Class monitor Jiang Ming stood up and gave the teacher a way out.

"You're Hua Qiang? That underachiever who transferred over from Class 20?"

Tian Yongmei pushed up the glasses on the bridge of her nose with her right index finger and questioned him with an unhappy expression.

"Why were you late?"

"Did you know that the first class today was mine?"

"You dared to be late for my class, Tian Yongmei's? Are you looking down on me, or are you trying to provoke me?"

"Do you not take me, your Chinese teacher, seriously?"

Fuck!

Had this woman eaten gunpowder today? Why was she so explosive?

Or was her period out of whack, and she was using him as a punching bag?

Had he... run into that?

Hua Qiang frowned slightly. He wanted to curse back at her, but after thinking it over, he swallowed his anger.

He had just transferred into this class. If he clashed with a teacher right away, it would put the homeroom teacher, Jiang Linglong, in a difficult position.

"Teacher Tian, I had no intention of offending you, nor do I wish to provoke or look down on you. I was simply late."

"If there's nothing else, I'll go to my seat!"

Hua Qiang had made his stance clear enough. He had already given this teacher plenty of face.

If he were still the old Bald Qiang, he would have argued her into the heavens.

Hua Qiang was starting to suspect that he carried some kind of bad-luck attribute. Why did he run into such devilish teachers everywhere he went?

Zhao Sifeng lightly nudged her deskmate, Cui Yaxuan, with her elbow.

"Xuanxuan, don't you think this fatty has changed drastically these past two days? He's turned into a slightly chubby handsome guy!"

"Seriously, this fatty doesn't look bad at all.

If he lost a little more weight, he'd definitely become the number one school hunk, crushing Gutong Le and Liu Dehai."

Cui Yaxuan glanced at Hua Qiang, who was still standing at the doorway, and her eyes lit up slightly as well.

He really was handsome. It was just that his plump figure had suppressed that handsomeness.

If he slimmed down to a normal build, there probably would not be another boy in this school who could compare with him.

"Xuanxuan, what do you think? Interested? Otherwise... Grandaunt here is making her move!"

"Get a grip. If you like him, go flirt with him yourself. Don't drag me into it."

Cui Yaxuan put on a reserved front. This guy was the school's bottom-ranked student, and a notorious simp besides. She had no interest in him.

"You said it. Don't regret it later!" Zhao Sifeng hurriedly added an extra layer of insurance.

"How could I? Me, Cui Yaxuan, taking a fancy to someone like him? Don't make me laugh!"

"Fine, fine, fine. Our Miss Cui has high standards and can't stand this kind of cringe guy, so let me, Zhao Sifeng, take him in instead!"

"Wukong, your master has arrived!"

Hua Qiang had no idea that two girls in the class were clashing in their minds over who got to claim him.

Otherwise, he truly would have spat in both their faces.

Fuck, was he someone they could covet?

After venting for a while, much of Tian Yongmei's anger had dissipated.

She waved her hand at Hua Qiang with extreme reluctance, allowing him to return to his seat.

The entire morning passed amid the occasional glances and whispered conversations of his classmates.

At noon, Hua Qiang and Wang Baoyuan occupied a table as usual, with heaps of delicious food piled before them.

Wang Baoyuan's family had never lacked money, so he had always eaten well.

Now Hua Qiang did not lack money either, so naturally he was not going to mistreat himself.

While the two were eating heartily, Murong Qingya and Ma Xiaoli stood in the cafeteria, their eyes roaming around to see which sucker had prepared good food for them and was waiting for their arrival.

"Qingya, your simp is outrageous! Those two got so much delicious food, yet he didn't prepare any for you again!"

Murong Qingya looked toward Hua Qiang, and a glint flashed through her eyes.

After not seeing him for two days, that dead fatty had actually slimmed down considerably. There was even a hint of muscular definition on him now.

His face was handsome and sharply defined. Although it still had a slightly puffy look, if he lost a little more weight, he would have the looks of a celebrity.

Even some fresh-faced young idols, with their carefully groomed faces, might not be as good-looking as him.

At that moment, it was as though she had hit an excitement point, and a strange sensation even stirred in her body.

But then anger surged up.

This simp was actually ignoring her now.

Especially during the last martial artist certification, when he had talked back to her and even called her sick.

How could this simp suddenly change so much?

This left her deeply puzzled, but even more infuriated!

Now that she had been certified as a martial artist too, she had entered another lofty circle.

Over the past two days, even more people had gathered around her, eager to fawn over her, and they were all second-generation heirs with extraordinary backgrounds.

Watching Hua Qiang and Wang Baoyuan eat so comfortably and happily made her feel as though a stone were lodged in her heart, unbearably uncomfortable.

"Let's go!"

Murong Qingya strode toward Hua Qiang, no longer paying attention to her usual delicate, swaying steps and willow-in-the-wind grace.

She was going to question Hua Qiang. How dare he treat her like this?

He had simped for her for two years. How could he just decide to stop simping whenever he wanted? Where was such a bargain to be found?

Had she agreed to it?

Seeing that she had successfully stoked Murong Qingya's anger, Ma Xiaoli revealed a smug, gloating smile and hurried after her.

Ever since Hua Qiang stopped simping for Murong Qingya, her losses had been huge!

In the past, she never had to pay for meals. Someone prepared everything for her every day, and she could still be picky about it.

Now, she had to do everything herself, endure the hard work of lining up to buy food, and most importantly, pay out of her own pocket.

Her heart ached!

She wanted to return to the old days!

"Hua Qiang, have you forgotten something?"

Murong Qingya's tone was icy, like a queen seated high above, judging a lowly ant.

Wang Baoyuan felt two figures blocking his view. Looking up, disdain flashed through his eyes.

These two green tea girls again!

Didn't they know his brother had already stopped simping for them?

Still, he did not speak. Since the person involved was here, he did not want to steal his brother's thunder.

Hua Qiang picked up a large chicken drumstick, took a fierce bite, and began chewing slowly.

He completely ignored Murong Qingya's arrival and her questioning.

Murong Qingya was enraged by Hua Qiang's attitude.

She had lowered herself to take the initiative and speak to him, yet he ignored her, acting as though she did not exist.

"Hua Qiang, didn't you hear me? Answer me!"

After finishing the drumstick, Hua Qiang pulled over a napkin and wiped his mouth. Then he said lazily:

"Who are you? What relationship do we have?"

"You... bastard!"

Hua Qiang's words made Murong Qingya's chest rise and fall violently.

The pair of mountains that had begun to take shape made the students watching from nearby stare wide-eyed.

Such scenery was rarely seen!

"Don't think that just because you used cheating methods to obtain something you shouldn't have gotten—"

"Let me tell you, you may be able to deceive others, but you can't deceive me!"

"Don't make a fool of yourself when the time comes. Not only will you disgrace yourself, you'll bring shame upon your family too."

Hua Qiang looked at this woman—the woman he had simped for over two years—and nausea rose in his heart.

Fuck, he had really been blind before!

"Get lost! I don't want to repeat myself a second time!"

Murong Qingya was stunned.

This was the second time she had heard Hua Qiang say it to her—get lost!

How dared this beast treat her like this?

Since that was the case, then she could not blame herself for being impolite!

Murong Qingya stormed out of the cafeteria with Ma Xiaoli.

After this encounter, she had completely lost her appetite.

Ma Xiaoli wailed inwardly, "Fuck, I'm going to go hungry again today!"

Ring-ring-ring...

The dismissal bell rang. Hua Qiang packed up briefly, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and headed toward the school gates.

He still had something important to do today: accompany his sister, Ye Bingxue, to the Martial Artist Association for certification.

The moment he stepped outside the school gates, more than a dozen thugs covered in tattoos and carrying clubs blocked his path with vicious expressions.