Lin Jian was slightly stunned as well.
He had already prepared himself to be beaten black and blue by these people before him again today.
That tall, burly youth was named Gao Fan.
He was the nephew of Gao, the Deputy Prefect of Tianlai Commandery, and among all these sons of powerful clans and wealthy families, he was undoubtedly the one of highest status.
Lin Jian was quite thin and slight.
Under normal circumstances, if Gao Fan grabbed him like this, he would have long since been effortlessly dragged into that shabby alley.
But today was different.
The hand Gao Fan used to grab him seemed as though it had not exerted any strength at all.
"Looks like you've grown some nerve. You dare resist now?"
Gao Fan glared at Lin Jian and furiously berated him. Then he exerted force again, trying to drag Lin Jian into the narrow alley beside the academy.
No matter how the veins bulged on Gao Fan's wrist or how hard he pulled, the seemingly frail youth before him seemed to have taken root. His feet were nailed firmly to the bluestone road, utterly unmoving.
Lin Jian was stunned again.
It was not that he wanted to resist. Gao Fan's strength was simply far too insignificant.
"You're courting death!"
Having failed twice to drag Lin Jian away and lost face before all the young heirs of powerful families, Gao Fan became even more furious. Though they were still before the academy gates, he no longer restrained himself and threw a punch straight at Lin Jian's face.
The movement looked extremely clumsy in Lin Jian's eyes.
On any normal day, Lin Jian would not have been able to react at all.
But today was different.
He instinctively raised a hand to block.
Gao Fan's wrist struck