Chapter 398: Priest's Might!

The dismissal bell just rang, Lin Yuan closed the Chinese medicine lesson plan spread on the lectern, and gathered the scattered chalk pieces into the chalk box.

"Students, see you in the next class," Lin Yuan said, and walked out of the classroom.

He had just stepped out of the classroom doorway, hadn't yet adjusted the strap on his shoulder, when he heard a hurried footsteps coming from behind in the hallway.

Lin Yuan instinctively looked back, only to see over a dozen male students in black sanda training uniforms striding over, densely packed in the corridor, completely blocking his way.

The leading student stopped, his red boxing gloves still on his hands, the collar of his training uniform soaked with sweat and wrinkled——

He was none other than the boxing champion of the Physical Education Department, Yu Feng.

Seeing Yu Feng appear, the students in the classroom slightly startled.

"Isn't that the boxing champion from the College of Physical Education, Yu Feng? What's he here for?"

"Who knows? He brought so many people; could it be for the campus belle You Nianchu??"

The students chattered among themselves.

Yu Feng stood with hands on hips, his eyes like thorns fixed on Lin Yuan, his tone full of hostility.

Lin Yuan raised an eyebrow, yet remained calmly standing in place.

Passing students seeing this scene stopped their steps and watched from a distance; the atmosphere in the corridor instantly turned tense.

Yu Feng stepped forward half a step, his fists clenched with a crackling sound, and coldly asked: "You're the new teacher Lin Yuan, right? Which gang do you belong to, you motherf***er? Do you know who my boss is?"

Lin Yuan was taken aback by this head-on questioning: "I'm Lin Yuan, I'm not mixed up in any gang. Usually I'm either teaching in class or preparing lessons in the office; I just keep to myself. This classmate, you're blocking me—do you have something with me?"

Yu Feng let out a cold laugh, raised his hand and patted his own chest: "Do you know who my boss is? My boss is the War God of the Divine Phoenix Group, the Priest! In this city, whether it's the underworld or businesspeople, nobody dares not give my boss face!"

Yu Feng pointed his finger at Lin Yuan's nose, the threat in his tone growing heavier:

"Lin, I warn you: stay away from You Nianchu! She's the woman I've taken a liking to! Don't keep being ambiguous with her in class; if I see you getting close again, I'll make sure you can't even set foot on the gates of Zhijiang University!"

Upon hearing the words "War God of the Divine Phoenix Group, the Priest," Lin Yuan's pupils contracted slightly, the corner of his mouth twitched imperceptibly, and his face instantly turned somewhat strange——

He himself was the person called "Priest," so how did a little brother suddenly pop up claiming him as boss?

You Nianchu outside the crowd had already taken two steps, intending to step forward to stop Yu Feng from causing trouble……

As a result, upon hearing "My boss is the War God of the Divine Phoenix Group, the Priest," You Nianchu's footsteps came to an abrupt halt.

She raised an eyebrow, quietly stepped back half a foot, arms crossed over her chest, her gaze on Yu Feng like looking at an idiot, with not a trace of dissuasion left.

Yu Feng kept his eyes on Lin Yuan's face, seeing his strange expression, assuming he was frightened by the title "Priest," his tone grew more arrogant: "What? Scared? Knowing fear now isn't too late—quickly swear you won't touch You Nianchu in the future, and I'll let you go!"

Du Wanhe stood at the edge of the onlookers; she had wanted to go help Lin Yuan, but after thinking, she stopped her steps.

The jealousy in her heart hadn't dissipated——

The scene from just now in class of You Nianchu wiping Lin Yuan's sweat still flickered before her eyes.

Du Wanhe simply turned her head away, thinking to herself: Anyway, he's close to You Nianchu; let him sort out his own trouble, I don't care.

Lin Yuan looked at Yu Feng's fierce appearance, first lightly his shoulder, tone calm as if lecturing in class:

"This classmate, You Nianchu and I are merely teacher and student; our interaction in class is purely for teaching, don't misunderstand."

Lin Yuan paused, his eyes gaining a few more degrees of seriousness: "Moreover, the 'mixing paths' and 'seeking a boss' you mentioned are not things students should do. At a young age, you should focus your thoughts on study and training; getting involved in the underworld has no good outcome."

Upon hearing this, Yu Feng snorted: "What the hell are you, daring to meddle? Did you hear the name Divine Phoenix Group and get scared?"

Lin Yuan spoke again, his tone heavier: "Forces like the Divine Phoenix Group involved in gray-market businesses—you'd better stay away. You are a student of Zhijiang University, a promising seedling; you're young, have a bright future—don't let these crooked ways ruin yourself."

Lin Yuan said, picking up his canvas bag intending to step aside——

He didn't want to argue with students in the corridor, lest it affect other teachers' classes.

But just as he stepped out, Yu Feng suddenly lunged forward a big step, extending his hand wearing the red boxing glove, firmly blocking Lin Yuan's path.

Yu Feng's boxing glove brushed against Lin Yuan's canvas bag: "Don't give me this act! You think saying a few nice words will make me believe you have nothing to do with the campus belle?"

You Nianchu, however, suddenly quick-stepped to Lin Yuan's side.

She reached out and hooked her arm around Lin Yuan's, leaning her body closer to him, an intimate posture without any concealment.

You Nianchu curled the corner of her mouth into a provocative smile: "Yu Feng, dare to lay a hand on my Teacher Lin and see what happens?"

She shook the hand holding Lin Yuan's arm, eyes full of triumph: "If you dare to move him, I'll immediately go to the Academic Affairs Office to report you for gathering a crowd to cause trouble!"

Yu Feng watched You Nianchu hook her arm around Lin Yuan's, hearing her defend him, his face instantly flushed purple-red, his fists clenched with a cracking sound, knuckles whitening.

He recalled the sweat-wiping photo he'd seen in the group chat earlier, then looked at the two's intimate pose before him; his anger, as if doused with gasoline, flared up with a "whoosh" to the top of his head.

"You motherf***er still dare to protect him?!" Yu Feng roared, lunged forward two steps, but was held back by his sidekick.

Lin Yuan also sensed something off—what the hell is this girl You Nianchu up to?

Suddenly she wrapped her arms around him, leaving Lin Yuan a bit dazed. He instinctively wanted to push You Nianchu away, but she clung tightly to his arm, not letting him break free.

The two's intimate feeling was simply—

Yu Feng snapped: "You Nianchu, are you blind? Getting ambiguous with a teacher of unknown origin!"

You Nianchu deliberately frowned, edged behind Lin Yuan, voice tinged with grievance: "Teacher Lin is a hundred times better than you! At least he doesn't bring a gang to block the corridor and bully people like you do!"

Yu Feng was utterly enraged, shoved his sidekick aside, pointed his finger at Lin Yuan's nose, tone vicious:

"Lin Yuan! Dare you fight me one-on-one? If you win, I'll never bother you again; if you lose, you'll get out of Zhijiang University and never again approach You Nianchu!"

The surrounding spectators instantly erupted—some stepped back, some pulled out their phones to record, and some whispered:

"Going to fight? Yu Feng is a sanda champion!"

"Can Teacher Lin beat him? Yu Feng's strikes are brutal!"

Du Wanhe stood behind the crowd, watching the chaos before her, fingers lightly twisting her skirt hem, her gaze complex——

She both hoped Lin Yuan wouldn't suffer a loss, and, a bit spiteful, didn't want to step forward to help.

At this moment, Ye Long saw the situation was wrong and hurried forward.

Ye Long stepped between Lin Yuan and Yu Feng, arms spread, his tone tinged with nervousness yet especially firm:

"Yu Feng, don't act recklessly! Teacher Lin is our teacher; you ought to show him some respect!"

Yu Feng was already seething with anger; seeing Yu Long step forward to block him only made him more impatient, and he lifted his leg to kick Ye Long in the stomach.

With a 'Bang,' Ye Long, caught off guard, was kicked and stumbled backward, slamming into the corridor wall. The textbook in his hand 'clattered' to the floor; pain made him frown as he clutched his stomach and bent over.

Yu Feng stepped forward, looming over Ye Long with a glare, spit spraying his face: 'Ye Long, you worthless piece of shit! Fuck off with your meddling! You got knocked down by Lin Yuan—that's your incompetence!'

Yu Feng stepped on Ye Long's fallen textbook, grinding it under his sole, his tone full of mockery:

'Ye Long, you garbage! You're still on the basketball team? Weren't you just looking for trouble with Lin Yuan a few days ago? You can't even beat a teacher—damn, you're disgracing Zhijiang University's College of Physical Education!'

Ye Long gritted his teeth, enduring the stomach pain, slowly straightened up, his gaze unwavering as he stared at Yu Feng and said:

'You can hit me, but don't touch Lin Laoshi! You're a student, Lin Laoshi is a teacher—you must respect teachers and value the way!'

'Respect teachers and value the way?' Yu Feng scoffed, as if he'd heard a joke!

Yu Feng snorted coldly, rolled up his training uniform sleeves, and was about to swing a punch at Ye Long's face: 'Today I won't respect teachers or value the way—I'll beat both you and him!'

But just as Yu Feng's fist was about to smash Ye Long's face, a hand grabbed it tightly.

In that instant, Yu Feng felt his fist about to be crushed.

Yu Feng stared up in shock.

Lin Yuan had somehow stepped in front of Ye Long.

Lin Yuan, with a single palm, was gripping Yu Feng's fist.

'Yu Feng, I advise you to calm down and not do something stupid,' Lin Yuan said, shoving his palm forward.

'Thud!' With a dull thud, Yu Feng's body was shaken backward several steps; losing balance, he fell straight to the ground!

His fist throbbed with sharp pain; Yu Feng couldn't get up for a while, feeling as if his whole body had been hammered, sore and numb.

Lin Yuan crouched down and helped Ye Long to his feet.

His eyes icy cold, Lin Yuan glared at Yu Feng on the ground: 'I'll say it again—don't touch my student.'

Yu Feng's anger flared even more; he scrambled to his feet, shouting: 'You're asking to die!'

Yu Feng lunged forward, grabbing Lin Yuan's collar, intending to drag him to the empty classroom at the end of the hallway—

There were no cameras, perfect for giving a good lesson to this 'clueless' teacher.

Lin Yuan's collar was pulled out of shape, the neckline slipping down to reveal half of his collarbone, several scars of varying depth starkly etched into his skin!

The longest scar ran from his collarbone to his chest, its edges tinged with faint brown—clearly an old wound, yet especially ferocious.

These scars were from the last time he clashed with Chang Jing's people; the opponent's dagger had sliced them, he'd lost a lot of blood, and only by stitching himself up with dozens of sutures had he survived.

As Yu Feng grabbed Lin Yuan, he happened to see those ferocious scars beneath his shirt……

At that moment, Yu Feng's hand suddenly froze.

Yu Feng's eyes locked onto the scars, pupils dilating slightly; his earlier rage evaporated like water on hot iron, leaving only shock on his face.

Yu Feng had heard back in his street‑fighting days that only someone who'd truly fought to the death on the road could bear such ferocious scars—ordinary petty thugs never got wounds like this.

And yet, right before him, Lin Laoshi hid such ferocious, terrifying scars beneath his collar?!