Chapter 21: Fang Wenxin Asking for a Beating!

This shout immediately drew the attention of all the students in the class to Tang Chen, who was still lying on the desk, fast asleep.

Damn, this bastard was really calm. Who had he offended this time?

Just then, a group of boys walked into the classroom. They were all around Tang Chen’s age. The one leading them was about 180 cm tall, with blond hair and sharp, chiseled facial features. He walked with an imposing manner, followed by a bunch of lackeys.

A fangirl student suddenly exclaimed, “Wow, it’s Fang Wenxin! Young Master Fang is so handsome!” Her exclamation made the other students recognize him too. Yes, wasn’t that Fang Wenxin from the next class?

Speaking of Fang Wenxin, he was a typical rich second-generation kid. His father was in real estate, and his family had assets worth tens of millions. This guy was handsome, came from a wealthy family, and was the fantasy of many fangirls at school. His nicknames were Young Master Fang and Prince Fang.

“Why is Fang Wenxin looking for Tang Chen? They don’t seem to know each other,” Student A whispered.

“You don’t know? I heard Fang Wenxin has always liked Yang Mi. And apparently, Tang Chen walked home with Yang Mi yesterday. Don’t you get it?” Student B was clearly a gossip lover.

“Oh, so that’s it. Great, Tang Chen is definitely going to get it today. How could he be a match for Fang Wenxin?”

“Not necessarily. Don’t forget, this guy beat up Young Master Xie, and he’s still fine.”

“Stop arguing. Young Master Fang is coming over.”

Fang Wenxin strode over angrily. With every step, his eyes shot icy glares at the students around him. The lackeys behind him also wore arrogant expressions.

“Hey, Tang Chen! I’m calling you. Didn’t you hear me?” As everyone expected, Fang Wenxin went straight to Tang Chen’s desk and shouted. The expression on his face clearly said, “I’m here to cause trouble for you.”

Everyone looked on eagerly, waiting for a show. But Tang Chen, that bastard, didn’t seem to react at all.

Fang Wenxin was furious. He felt ignored, and the one ignoring him was Tang Chen, of all people!

He had been born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Ever since he came to this school, he had a bunch of lackeys calling him “Young Master Fang.” Being a seventeen or eighteen-year-old teenager, his vanity was instantly satisfied. He liked Yang Mi but had never told her, choosing instead to silently protect her in his heart. He believed that his devotion would one day move Yang Mi. But reality hit him hard when he heard from others that Yang Mi had walked home with Tang Chen after school.

Yang Mi’s action felt like a hard slap to his face. The girl he had silently adored for so long had been taken away, and by Tang Chen, a poor loser! He couldn’t take it, absolutely not! So he immediately gathered his underlings to confront Tang Chen. He was sure that when Tang Chen saw how many of them there were, he would be scared out of his wits. But reality was much harsher than he imagined. What did he see? That bastard was actually sleeping right in front of him!

This was a slap in the face—a slap to Young Master Fang’s pride!

“Tang Chen, stop fucking sleeping!” Fang Wenxin roared through clenched teeth. His fists were tightly clenched, and his teeth gritted audibly.

“What’s all the noise? Damn it!” Tang Chen finally woke up. He stood up from his seat and, without even looking, slapped Fang Wenxin across the face. The guy spun around and his face immediately swelled up.

The entire classroom fell silent. You could even hear a pin drop. Was Tang Chen being too reckless? First, he beat Young Master Xie, and now Young Master Fang? Had he lost his mind? Where did he get the courage to do this?

“Damn it, Young Master Fang!”

“Son of a bitch! How dare you hit our Big Brother!” Fang Wenxin’s lackeys were also enraged. True to their nature, they cursed and swung their fists at Tang Chen.

“Really fucking annoying!” Tang Chen said impatiently. Then, he unleashed the Slapping Divine Palm. A series of crisp sounds echoed through the room as the lackeys were slapped until they were dizzy and disoriented, falling to the ground in all directions or knocking over desks.

Tang Chen clapped his hands and sneered, “I just wanted to sleep. What the hell are you making noise for?”

Tang Chen was very unhappy. He had been reminiscing about his dream of fighting alongside Yang Mi. The more he thought about it, the more captivated he felt. Just as his little brother was about to rise, he was abruptly interrupted. The feeling was like finally getting a girl to go out with him, only to have her ask for a foot massage after he had taken off his pants.

The students were stunned. Had this bastard activated some cheat code? Was he really this awesome?

Fang Wenxin was also confused. Was he still not awake today? Since when had Tang Chen become so badass? He hadn’t been able to take down Tang Chen with so many underlings.

Tang Chen turned his gaze to Fang Wenxin and said, “Was it you, you idiot, who disturbed my sleep? Don’t you know that if I don’t sleep well, I won’t have energy? If I don’t have energy, I won’t study well? And if I don’t study well, I feel like hitting people?”

Fang Wenxin’s mouth twitched. He felt speechless. He was the one who had come to confront Tang Chen, but now it seemed like he was the one in the wrong. And he had never heard of someone hitting others just because they didn’t study well. This guy was just insane.

Even if he was losing, he couldn’t lose face. Fang Wenxin put on his cold expression again and walked over to Tang Chen. “Tang Chen, you’ve got some nerve hitting me. Do you have a death wish?”

Tang Chen rolled his eyes, looking at him as if he were an idiot. He raised his hand and slapped him again, taunting, “Why can’t I hit you? Are you the king of heaven or something?”

Fang Wenxin was stunned by the slap. When he recovered, he thought about how he had been slapped twice in front of so many people. His face turned green with rage, and his fists clenched tightly. He roared, “Tang Chen, I haven’t even settled the score with you for stealing the woman I love, and now you dare to hit me? I’m going to kill you today!”

Fang Wenxin was a master in Taekwondo, meaning he was really powerful. After his roar, the veins on his forehead bulged, and he swiftly threw a punch at Tang Chen. He was confident in his skills; his punch could break a five-centimeter-thick tile. He was sure he would beat Tang Chen up badly.

Tang Chen was frightened by Fang Wenxin’s imposing manner. This guy had training. Tang Chen was confident in slapping faces, but when it came to fighting, he was no match. He quickly said to the System, “System, hurry up and help! It seems I can’t block this punch.”

System: “Respected Host, you do have some self-awareness.”

“Ding! The Host’s body is about to suffer severe damage. The System’s defense ability has been automatically triggered. The Host’s physical resistance to strikes will increase tens of thousands of times for a short period.”

After the System’s prompt sounded, Tang Chen felt a warm current surge through his body. An invisible blue gas solidified around him. Fang Wenxin, gritting his teeth, punched Tang Chen in the chest. He had even imagined Tang Chen flying backward. But why did his hand hurt so much!

“Ah!” Fang Wenxin cried out in pain and stumbled back several steps. He felt as if his full-force punch had hit a solid wall. It hurt, and his hand was already swollen.

The students were stunned. What kind of script was this? Were these two performing a comedy sketch? Why was Fang Wenxin the one in pain after hitting Tang Chen?

Tang Chen himself felt nothing. He had to admire the System’s awesomeness. It had indeed increased his body’s resistance to strikes. Time was limited, so he snorted coldly and walked over to Fang Wenxin. “I was sleeping peacefully, and you woke me up. That’s bad enough, but you dare to hit me? You’re really asking for a beating!” As he spoke, he began slapping Fang Wenxin’s cheeks with both hands, left and right. Fang Wenxin cried out in pain, unable to even think about fighting back. Then, Tang Chen delivered another hard slap to his left cheek and followed up with a kick to his crotch. The poor Fang Wenxin clutched his pants and flew backward, crashing into a desk with a loud bang before finally collapsing on the ground, twitching.

Tang Chen sneered, walked over, and kicked his leg again. He said domineeringly, “I’m warning you, if you ever dare to disturb my sleep again, I’ll cripple you!” With that, he tossed his hair and swaggered out of the classroom. After all the commotion, he had no intention of attending class anymore.

The students looked at each other, completely bewildered. Had Tang Chen just beaten Young Master Fang to the ground? Was he really this awesome?

“Should we tell the Principal?” a girl murmured.

The boy next to her was silent for a long time before finally saying, “Are you stupid? The son of a school board member was beaten up too. Did you see Tang Chen get punished?”

Tang Chen wouldn’t bother with what the students were saying about him. He had already left the school. Since he couldn’t sleep anymore, he might as well go take care of some important business. As for whether he would be expelled from school, he wasn’t worried at all. He had the Principal backing him up. Who would dare expel him? Oh my, for the first time, he felt how great it was to have connections.

Tang Chen boarded the Bus and took a seat. He said to the System in his mind, “System, this Young Master is about to take care of important business. Aren’t you going to assign me a Mission?”

System: “Respected Host, please do not interfere with this System. This System has stated that Mission triggers depend on the actual situation.”

Tang Chen pursed his lips and didn’t say anything more. Instead, he took out a piece of paper from his pocket. It was covered with seventeen names—the names of the shareholders. These were Tang Chen’s targets for the day.

“Fan Jian? With such a ridiculous name, I’ll start with you.” Tang Chen muttered to himself, then revealed a faint smile.