Marrow-Cleansing Liquid

The more Yu Wenjie thought about it, the angrier he grew. He glared at Yang Sheng.

Never in his life had anyone hounded him like this.

In Shanghai City, he was a golden boy, Young Master Yu, whom everyone wanted to know.

His elders had always doted on him. The worst hardship he had ever endured was bitter coffee.

Yet on his very first day at China Martial Arts University, some country bumpkin from Yu Prefecture had backed him into a corner.

Worse, the other guy was clearly stronger. Yu Wenjie could neither press forward nor back down.

At last, Yu Wenjie crouched and wiped the shoeprint off Yang Sheng's suitcase with his sleeve.

Then he and his other roommate turned and fled the dormitory under the eyes of the students gathered in the hallway.

At the entrance, he pointed at Yang Sheng. "Don't get smug! I'll bring someone to see you tonight. You'd better still be here."

With that, Yu Wenjie stormed out of the dormitory building.

Meng Zhen asked Yang Sheng worriedly, "Wasn't that a bit much?"

Yang Sheng kept tidying his desk.

"Did he worry about going too far when he kicked my suitcase?"

"Besides, we're college students now. I can't believe he's still trying to settle things with a schoolyard fight."

Yang Sheng smiled.

These days, getting into China Martial Arts University no longer required academic exams.

Otherwise, with Yu Wenjie's lack of brains and tact, he would never have gotten into the country's top university.

Meng Zhen rubbed his hands anxiously.

Yu Wenjie had certainly acted childish, but his claim that he could get Xu Yuntian to back him up was probably true.

Meng Zhen knew something of Xu Yuntian's reputation.

"I've heard Xu Yuntian placed second in the Shanghai City martial arts entrance exam.