Chapter 80

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Protagonist:

Yan Qianqian

In the blink of an eye, that little fatty moved with sharp eyes and quick hands, casually shoving the classmate standing beside him and using the momentum to push him in front of himself as a makeshift human shield.

And right at this moment, the whip in Qianqian's hand seemed to have grown eyes; without the slightest deviation, with incomparable precision, it lashed onto the body of this unlucky "arrow-blocking plate."

The little fatty rejoiced secretly in his heart: "Good thing this guy took a whip for me!" Thinking of this, he took off running, attempting to escape Qianqian's attack range.

However, the clever and quick-witted Qianqian instantly sensed the little fatty's intention; wind rose beneath her feet, and she rushed forward like an arrow leaving the bowstring, while the whip in her hand traced fierce arcs through the air, sweeping straight toward the little fatty's neck.

In the blink of an eye, that whip was like an extraordinarily nimble venomous snake; with lightning speed it tightly coiled around the little fatty's thick neck.

Seeing this, Qianqian suddenly exerted force on her hand and gave a fierce yank; the poor little fatty only felt a tremendous force strike him, and in an instant he could not breathe, his body involuntarily losing balance and falling heavily to the ground.

Qianqian took a long stride forward, planting her foot firmly and squarely on the little fatty's plump chest, and looking down from above she shouted angrily: "Hurry up and apologize to my younger brother!"

But who knew this little fatty would actually be obstinate and unrepentant, not knowing remorse in the slightest, and instead he opened his throat and cursed loudly: "I didn't say anything wrong, why should I apologize?"

Hearing these words, Qianqian instantly flew into a towering rage; her willow brows stood on end, her almond eyes widened round, and holding the whip she lashed out ruthlessly, one stroke after another, onto the little fatty's body. Every whip carried a whooshing wind sound, landing solidly and squarely on the little fatty's frame, beating him until he rolled all over the ground, wailing incessantly.

The little fatty's originally chubby body was now covered with shocking bloody welts.

Just at this moment, Qi Xi and Ai Jiao, who had just put the bowl back on the rack, hurried back. The intense scene before their eyes shocked them both immensely, and for a moment they stood frozen in place, at a loss.

Right at this critical juncture, the two people rushed forward, trying to stop the emotionally agitated Qianqian. Ai Jiao shouted anxiously: "Qianqian! You must not act on impulse!"

And Qi Xi quickly ran behind Qianqian, tightly hugging her slender waist, and said urgently: "This is the Shangshufang, absolutely no fighting or brawling allowed here!" He exerted all his strength trying to pull Qianqian away, but unfortunately Qianqian had practiced martial arts since childhood, and her strength was truly not small.

However, because Ai Jiao was a man, it was not too convenient for him to directly reach out and grab Qianqian, so he could only carefully grab her sleeve.

But even so, Qianqian's other hand was still completely unaffected. She nimbly switched the whip in her hand to her left hand; although her left hand was not as agile and natural as her right, it was still more than enough to whip a person.

At this moment Qianqian was already furious beyond control; she mustered all her body's strength and swung the whip fiercely, striking down again and again at that poor little fatty.

The little fatty was beaten until he howled continuously, his body covered in wounds. Finally, he could endure no longer and was just about to open his mouth to beg for mercy and apologize when he suddenly heard a classmate shout in panic: "The Master is coming! The Master is coming!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, and saw Bai Fuzi and Qian Fuzi walking side by side, striding quickly toward this side. In the blink of an eye, they had already arrived close by.

Bai Fuzi stepped forward without hesitation, directly blocking in front of Qianqian, and said with a solemn face: "Qianqian, no matter what happens, hitting people is wrong behavior. Stop at once!"

Qianqian was so angry her whole face was red, her chest heaving violently; she glared with round eyes, staring dead at that arrogant and domineering little fatty in front of her, then turned her head and shouted loudly at Bai Fuzi: "Bai Fuzi, you get up quickly! This hateful guy actually dared to call my younger brother a bastard spawn; today I absolutely will not let him off, I must whip him to death!"

Bai Fuzi wore a helpless expression, hurriedly reached out to stop the emotionally agitated Qianqian, and persuaded her earnestly: "Qianqian, you calm down first, absolutely don't be so impulsive. Let's first figure out clearly what exactly happened; if it really is his fault, just let him apologize face-to-face to you and your younger brother."

However, at this moment where would Qianqian still listen to these words; her whole heart only wanted to teach a lesson to that little fatty who had insulted her younger brother.

Right then, because Bai Fuzi tightly blocked the whip in Qianqian's hand, that whip could not come down no matter what. Qian Fuzi at the side saw this and hurriedly ran over to help up the little fatty lying on the ground.

That little fatty was in pain, baring his teeth and grimacing, his mouth continuously emitting pained howls. Qian Fuzi felt heartache, and hurriedly instructed the people beside him to quickly go fetch a doctor.

Afterward, he turned his head and said sternly to Qianqian: "Qianqian, you so wantonly beat a classmate, this is really too excessive! Starting now, you are not allowed to attend the afternoon classes; go stand honestly at the Sixian Ban entrance for the whole afternoon and reflect properly!"

Hearing these words, the anger in Qianqian's heart flared even higher; she pointed at the little fatty indignantly and asked: "Then what about him? Does he get away with scolding people with no consequence at all?"

Qian Fuzi glared at Qianqian and replied displeasedly: "Classmate Song Qi has already been beaten by you until he is covered in injuries; of course treating his injuries is the priority. As for other problems, we'll talk after his injuries are handled!" Finishing speaking, Qian Fuzi no longer paid attention to Qianqian, and supported Song Qi as they walked toward the resting place.

Watching their gradually receding backs, right at this moment a scene suddenly flashed through Qianqian's mind; she abruptly remembered that this chubby guy in front of her, wasn't he exactly that person who had previously smashed a steamed bun at her yet refused to apologize, and in the end got beaten up? But whose child is this guy anyway? Father seemed to have told her, but right now she couldn't recall no matter what.

Simultaneously, Song Qi, who was being taken away by Qian Fuzi, lowered his voice and complained to Qian Fuzi: "Uncle, you're just letting her off with standing punishment? This punishment is too light! Look at how she beat me, what have I become!"

Qian Fuzi frowned slightly and replied softly: "That is An Wang's daughter, we cannot go too far in our actions." Song Qi fell silent after hearing this, but in his heart he secretly schemed how to retaliate against Qianqian…