Chapter 470: Chapter 245 You Disgusting, So-Called, Aristocrat
(“Congratulations to the new helmsman ‘Silent Sky'”)
“Senior Sister really works hard,” Mu Fan scratched his head and smiled, “Also, I’m really sorry about yesterday.”
“I have some official duties to attend to, came to the library to look up some information, how come you are not in military training?” Youshi Wang’s voice was still that soft tone, and her elegant and tranquil demeanor really made conversing with her a pleasure.
But Rong Cheng beside her didn’t feel the same way.
Vice president?
This kid is also in the student council? Impossible, the clubs are only starting recruitment tomorrow.
And how is this kid so familiar with Youshi Wang? They even seem addicted to chatting now.
Is this swan someone you could associate with?
“Are you in the student council?” Rong Cheng suddenly asked.
Mu Fan tilted his head and replied, “No.”
“Student council business, please step aside,” Rong Cheng’s eyes carried a deep warning.
Mu Fan raised his eyebrows and looked at Rong Cheng without moving.
Youshi Wang then gave Mu Fan an apologetic look, turned her head to look at her companion from one of the seven major families with dissatisfaction.
Seeing that Mu Fan was still standing there defiantly, the normally ill-tempered Rong Cheng grinned ominously, stepped forward, and reached out towards Mu Fan’s shoulder.
Seeing this, Youshi Wang’s expression finally turned angry: “Rong Cheng!”
“Relax, Vice President, I just don’t want this kid to waste our time,” Rong Cheng spoke while his actions were decisive, reaching directly for Mu Fan’s shoulder.
These actions didn’t give Youshi Wang another chance to speak.
As the vice president of the Swordsmanship Club, Youshi Wang’s role was more of a symbolic honor, her strength might be just slightly better than Bing Su’s.
But when facing Rong Cheng, who had established himself in the Fighting Club, she was absolutely not on the same level.
Mu Fan saw Youshi Wang’s apologetic look, knowing that it was not Senior Sister’s intention.
So, without any other actions, he just stood there, then Rong Cheng grabbed his shoulder.
“Take your hand off,” Mu Fan’s eyes glanced at his shoulder and he said expressionlessly.
Those familiar with Mu Fan would definitely know, when he was expressionless, it meant he was not in a good mood and it was best to stay away from him.
But Rong Cheng didn’t know, he was only aware that he had grabbed this kid’s shoulder.
“Since you won’t move, then I’ll have to ask you to step aside,” finished speaking, his five fingers exerted strength, he intended to make this kid jump back in pain, then grab his shoulder and slowly drag him away.
Thinking about this scene felt satisfying.
“Kid, coming to Ding Chuan, you should respect your seniors, and looking at you, you don’t seem to come from a good background either, hmph, I detest you insolent poor types.”
“Rong Cheng! Please leave now, you are already affecting my normal life,” Youshi Wang’s voice carried a rare anger, and she was about to step forward to separate the two.
“Don’t worry, I will go, but right now I just don’t like looking at this kid’s face, and he can’t even reflect on his own worth,” Rong Cheng, used to being arrogant, was now feeling malicious. In Blue Capital Star, in Ding Chuan, he Rong Cheng really hadn’t been offended by anyone.
And yet a freshman dared to show him disrespect.
But…
As Mu Fan’s lips curled into a cold smile, Rong Cheng only felt as if his right hand was gripping a piece of steel.
Mu Fan calmly looked at the exerting senior and said, “You don’t like me, so what?”
So what?
Then I’ll freaking send you flying with one palm.
His endurance might be at a weak 15th level standard, but his strength was genuinely at the robust 18th level standard!
Dealing with this kind of country bumpkin who had never soaked in any biological enhancing medicine or received any professional training, his, Rong Cheng’s, strength was absolutely overpowering.
Not gripping Mu Fan’s shoulder to death, his five fingers loosened, preparing to step back and then throw a punch.
A small-scale forceful strike was enough to leave this kid sprawled in front of the bookshelves in the corridor.
At this time, it was all machines on duty, it was just about punishing and deducting credits, what else could it be? As a mid-level executive in the student council, using his authority to minimize the punishment was a piece of cake.
The moment Rong Cheng’s fist withdrew, Youshi Wang’s gaze sharpened.
Although her strength wasn’t even a third of Lu Qingxue’s, her background determined that her vision was not something that could be matched by physical fitness.
Mu Fan’s right shoulder, which had just been grabbed, shot up like lightning, his hand moving even faster than Rong Cheng’s withdrawing fist.
Just when Rong Cheng had positioned his fist into a retracting posture, he suddenly felt his wrist being locked by something.
Impossible!
The other kid’s hand was gripping his wrist tightly.
“You!”
“Heh.”
Mu Fan abruptly pulled with his right hand, a vast force surged forth, and Rong Cheng felt the strength from his arm swing his whole body through the air.
Rong Cheng tried to break free midway, but by the time he steadied himself, he was already clutched by Mu Fan at the shoulder, held at his side.
His right wrist was clasped tightly by Mu Fan’s right hand, positioned in front of his neck. He gritted his teeth and twisted, only to find it wouldn’t budge.
Mu Fan encircled him with his right arm yet looked towards Youshi Wang. His eyes bore none of the awe or appeasement typical when ordinary people saw a goddess, just a calm naturalness.
“Senior Sister, I’d appreciate if you could retrieve the data yourself.”
“Alright.” Youshi Wang nodded at Mu Fan, stepped onto a hover-board, rising more than half a meter, then allowed her gaze to roam over a row of bookshelves.
“Damn it, let go of me! Do you TM want to have a good time with the student council or offend the Fighting Club and be beaten into a mound of flesh!”
Rong Cheng, failing to break free, threatened Mu Fan in a frenzy.
“Your mouth really stinks.” Mu Fan’s face remained unchanged, not even a hint of disgust surfaced, as if looking at Rong Cheng was like looking at a roadside… trash can.
Would you despise a trash can?
Definitely not possible; otherwise, walking on the streets would have disgusted oneself to death.
That was Mu Fan’s mindset now.
Hearing Rong Cheng’s words, Youshi Wang, who had just pulled out a thick book, turned to speak to both Mu Fan and Rong Cheng, “Rong Cheng, you can’t speak for the student council!”
“As long as I’m here, I’ll crush him!” he roared uncontrollably, tugging at his neck.
At this moment, Mu Fan’s face revealed a relaxed expression. He hugged Rong Cheng close, whispered in his ear in a tone so calm it prevented Youshi Wang from speaking again.
“Heh, student council, do I need it?”
“Fighting Club?”
“Ptsh.” A scoff came from his nostrils. Since the moment he saw one of the so-called Five Heavenly Kings bullying a fat kid, Mu Fan had no liking for the Fighting Club.
The disdain was evident in the young man’s casual tone for both clubs, not feigned hardness but a contempt that came from deep within.
Authority was always something Mu Fan profoundly despised.
“Mu Fan, I can assure you, as long as I’m here, the student council will absolutely not become a tool for abuse of power.”
At this moment, Mu Fan had none of the dazed demeanor of a youth from the night before; he looked up at Youshi Wang, who was the vice president of the Dingchuan Academy Student Council and a member of the Swordsmanship Club.
He grinned, did not answer, but spoke instead, “Senior Sister, throw the files here, and I’ll deliver them to him.”
Perhaps it was the inexplicable sense of trust in Mu Fan’s words, Youshi Wang handed the thick book into Mu Fan’s hands.
Then Mu Fan took it with his left hand, slowly stuffed it into Rong Cheng’s embrace, exerting force with his fingers. Rong Cheng’s bones made a noise as he strained but endured it with teeth gritted in a crazed frenzy.
Such a nonchalant tone made Rong Cheng’s complexion turn purple with rage, “If you expect to see fear in my eyes, sorry, you’re bound to be disappointed.”
“Kid, when the time comes, you’ll be begging for mercy!”
“Heh… If I utter even half the word ‘fear’, I’ll take your surname, you disgusting so-called noble.” Mu Fan paid no attention to Youshi Wang, who was already overwhelmed with shock nearby, but instead whispered into Rong Cheng’s ear:
“Remember my name, Dingchuan Academy, first-year, Mecha Department, Mu Fan.”