The Strongest Dandy in the City-Chapter 262 The Slap Resounded

"Wang Feifei, what the hell are you trying to stay calm for? You’re just a bastard with no parents, living off your grandpa who runs a wonton stall. Do you believe I can make it so that your grandpa can never set up his wonton stall again?"

Seeing that Wang Feifei, even after being slapped by him, remained so calm, with not even the expression on her face changing, Kong Ling became even more agitated. His voice tore through his throat as if he was in agony. If only he and Wang Feifei were in the classroom, he might have already charged at her to rip her clothes off—he wanted to see what Wang Feifei would look like pinned under his body.

Wang Feifei’s eyebrows furrowed. Her grandfather was a line that no one should cross in her heart, and nobody had the right to touch that line. Her voice grew colder, "Kong Ling, you have no right to judge my grandfather. In my eyes, Wang Feifei, you, Kong Ling, are nothing but trash. If it wasn’t for your slightly better family background, you’d be less than a street dog."

"I, Wang Feifei, don’t need to rely on anyone. Even if I stopped going to school now, I could support myself with my own two hands. As for you, Kong Ling, if you ever lost your family background, I bet you’d starve to death on the streets. You, a hundred percent waste of space—what right do you have to talk about my grandpa? You want me, Wang Feifei, to be kept by you? Only those big-breasted airheads would fall for a loser like you."

The classroom of Grade 12, Class 3 became quiet again. In their memory, Wang Feifei was a person who didn’t talk much and never spoke insultingly to anyone, yet at this moment, she had thoroughly insulted Kong Ling.

Isn’t there a line in everyone’s heart that others should not cross? As long as no one touches that line, everything is negotiable. However, once someone dares to cross it, the fury within will surely erupt unceasingly.

"Did Wang Feifei eat gunpowder today? This is the first time I’ve heard her say such a long speech in one breath."

"I think Wang Feifei has offended Kong Ling. She won’t have any good days at school from now on. I heard Kong Ling’s father has wide connections in Yun City and is also good friends with the school principal. What does it matter if Wang Feifei is the top student in the school?" freewёbnoνel.com

"Yeah! I’ve been finding Wang Feifei annoying for a while. Isn’t she just a girl who knows how to play innocent? It’s disgusting, really. I can’t understand why guys nowadays have such heavy tastes. It would be best for her to leave the school."

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The girls in the classroom of Grade 12, Class 3 whispered amongst themselves, secretly hoping for Wang Feifei’s misfortune.

And the boys of Grade 12, Class 3, while they all wanted to be her knight in shining armor, they lacked the ability! Charging in recklessly would only result in being abused by Kong Ling, wouldn’t it?

"Wang, Fei, Fei." Kong Ling pronounced each syllable with a deliberate pause. Who dared to say he was trash at Yun City’s First Middle School? Even those with better family backgrounds than his would give him some face. And now he had been publically called trash by Wang Feifei? How could he endure that?

Kong Ling’s right hand opened to slap Wang Feifei’s cheek once more. At this moment, he had no pity left in him. In his mind, Wang Feifei was just that kind of girl with a pretty face who could be played with for a while before being discarded. He, Kong Ling, considered himself superior to Wang Feifei. How could she have the nerve to call him trash?

Wang Feifei watched unblinking as the hand came toward her cheek. In the many years she had lived relying solely on her grandfather, she often asked herself why life was so unfair? Why was it that others were born into good families, while she had only her grandfather?

But when Wang Feifei saw her grandfather working hard at his stall for her sake, she knew that no matter how much she complained, it wouldn’t help. The only thing she could do was to rely on her own efforts to change her situation. So from that moment on, she studied like a madwoman, aiming to get into a top university and later find a good job to give her grandfather a better life.

"A man who hits women is not a good man. It’s clear that the title of waste suits you perfectly."

Just as Kong Ling’s hand was about to reach Wang Feifei’s cheek, Ye Chenfeng intervened in the nick of time, grabbing Kong Ling’s wrist. Ye Chenfeng had looked for the Grade 12, Class 3 classroom for quite some time, and just as he arrived at the doorway, he witnessed this scene. He had seen Wang Feifei’s photo before, so he recognized her ponytailed figure at a glance.

Annoyed by the sudden intrusion of a stranger, Kong Ling roared at Ye Chenfeng, "Are you a new teacher at the school? Do you know who I am? Do you think I couldn’t get you fired tomorrow?"

Given that Ye Chenfeng was clearly not of high school age, Kong Ling subconsciously assumed he was a new teacher.

Yet another rich kid with a head full of crap, Ye Chenfeng thought helplessly and shook his head, releasing Kong Ling’s wrist.

"You know what’s good for you. You’ve got nothing to do here. Scram back to wherever you came from," said Kong Ling, believing that Ye Chenfeng had released his wrist out of fear and spoke arrogantly.

"Slap!" A resounding slap echoed on Kong Ling’s cheek. Ye Chenfeng’s slap was so powerful that it made Kong Ling’s body spin a full three hundred and sixty degrees on the spot, leaving him dizzy with stars in his eyes and one cheek swollen like a pig’s head.

Wang Feifei blinked her beautiful eyes, watching Ye Chenfeng. In her memory, she did not recognize the man in front of her, and she also thought it unlikely for a teacher to slap a student upon arrival. Unless he no longer wanted his job.

A moment later, Kong Ling came back to his senses, feeling the burning pain on his cheek, his eyes seemingly shooting flames as he bellowed, "You, you actually dared to hit me? Forget about teaching at Yun City’s No. 1 Middle School anymore. Get ready to be out in the cold!"

Ye Chenfeng looked at Kong Ling as if he were looking at an idiot and said, "Who told you I was a teacher? Your arrogance doesn’t work on me. Even if you were the mayor of Yun City, if I see you hitting a woman, I would still slap you."

"You, you’re not a teacher? Then what gives you the right to come into the school? What gives you the right to hit me?" Kong Ling gasped for air, incredulous. He had always been the one to slap others; how could it be that someone would slap him?

Ye Chenfeng made a "tsk tsk tsk" noise, eyes focused on Kong Ling’s face, and muttered to himself, "Asymmetrical! Asymmetrical! Why does it look more and more awkward?"

"What are you muttering about? How dare you hit me, Kong Ling? I’ll definitely make you pay..."

"Slap!" Before Kong Ling could finish, another crisp sound rang out on his other cheek, and again his body did a full three hundred and sixty-degree spin on the spot.

Now both of Kong Ling’s cheeks were swollen, and Ye Chenfeng nodded in satisfaction, "Now that’s symmetrical! Much more pleasant to look at."

Ye Chenfeng took Wang Feifei’s hand and said, "Let’s go."

Wang Feifei’s heartbeat sped up. She was surprised to find that she didn’t pull away from this stranger. She only felt that the hand of this unknown man carried an unexpected sense of safety, which came purely from her intuition.

"You think you can just leave after hitting someone? You two, stop them," Kong Ling hastily commanded the two boys beside him upon seeing Ye Chenfeng about to leave with Wang Feifei.

Following Kong Ling’s orders, the two boys lunged towards Ye Chenfeng and Wang Feifei, but before they could touch them, with two "bang bang" sounds, the boys were flung away and crashed heavily against the classroom wall.

Ye Chenfeng didn’t let go of Wang Feifei’s hand, casually walking out of the senior year class three’s classroom. He didn’t know how to start telling Wang Feifei that her grandfather has passed away, after all, the reality was too cruel for a high school girl like Wang Feifei. (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to recommend and vote for it on Qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.)