Xiong Mao Ge, seeing that Zhang Fan remained indifferent despite his threats, felt a bit strange. He seemed to have changed so much after just one summer. In the past, he could still sense a trace of respect in Zhang Fan's eyes, but now, all he saw was an arrogant indifference.
Seeing no opportunity, Xiong Mao Ge didn't dwell on the matter and said solemnly, "As Teacher Gao has been admitted to graduate school, she can no longer teach you English. The school will arrange another teacher, and we hope you will cooperate fully with the new teacher's work."
"Sigh..."
A chorus of reluctant groans and low sighs rose from the male students in the class. Their former English teacher, Ms. Gao, was a recent graduate from a prestigious university. Not only was she beautiful, but she also had a sweet voice and a gentle disposition. She had quickly earned the title of the most beautiful teacher at Donghai No. 7 Middle School, making many male students from other classes envious. They had only enjoyed her presence for less than a year before she left.
"My Teacher Gao, you've finally left me," Zhuo Tairan murmured mournfully, gazing out the window with a sigh, as if Ms. Gao truly belonged to him.
Zhang Fan, upon hearing this, showed a look of surprise. Ms. Gao hadn't left in his previous life. How could things have changed? Could it be the butterfly effect caused by him? Zhang Fan couldn't help but feel a touch of regret. Listening to Ms. Gao's lessons had always been a pleasure; it was a pity she was gone.
The first class of the semester concluded. Xiong Mao Ge, looking displeased, left the classroom, giving Zhang Fan a menacing glance before he exited, as if to signal that their score was yet to be settled.
As Xiong Mao Ge left, Lin Zihao, who had clashed with Zhang Fan during class, looked at him and walked over.
"Zhang Fan, I didn't expect you to still be so arrogant even after your protector graduated. You really don't know your place," Lin Zihao said, standing over Zhang Fan's desk and staring down at him with contempt. His sycophants stood behind him in perfect concert, cheering him on.
"Yeah, Brother Yifeicheng has graduated. I wonder if he's still around," Zhang Fan replied, recalling someone. Yifeicheng was once one of the bullies at Donghai No. 7 Middle School and Zhang Fan's childhood friend. They had grown up together and were very close. When Zhang Fan transferred to Donghai No. 7 Middle School in his first year, he knew no one and was often bullied. Later, he happened to meet Yifeicheng at school and found out he was also a student there and quite influential. Upon hearing about Zhang Fan's situation, Yifeicheng had publicly declared, "Zhang Fan is my brother. Anyone who dares to touch him from now on will be my enemy!" From then on, no one dared to bully Zhang Fan. Although Lin Zihao came from a powerful family, this was still school, and they were unwilling to cross a group of troublemakers just for Zhang Fan. Now that Yifeicheng had graduated, Lin Zihao felt his opportunity had arrived to finally deal with this kid.
"So, do you understand how you should be talking to me now?" Lin Zihao asked arrogantly, raising an eyebrow and looking at Zhang Fan sideways. The classmates had already noticed the commotion and were subtly casting glances their way.
"I heard you're very strong. How about we arm wrestle?" Zhang Fan suddenly suggested.
"Zhang Fan, are you crazy?" Zhuo Tairan, who was nearby, tugged at Zhang Fan's sleeve and glared at him. Lin Zihao's academic performance was poor, but he was a sports student. He had become a national second-class athlete in his first year and was still training daily, even in his final year. Zhang Fan challenging him to an arm wrestle seemed like asking for trouble.
"You want to arm wrestle me?" Lin Zihao stared at Zhang Fan, his eyes filled with disbelief. Arm wrestling was Lin Zihao's specialty. What on earth possessed this weakling Zhang Fan to seek trouble? However, Lin Zihao wouldn't refuse such a golden opportunity to torment Zhang Fan. He pondered for a moment and said, "An arm wrestle has a winner and a loser. What's the stake for the winner?"
"If you lose, you have to call me 'Big Brother' every time you see me. If you win, you can do whatever you want with me," Zhang Fan said casually, not even considering the possibility of losing.
"Heh heh, do whatever I want with you. Such great confidence." Lin Zihao stared at Zhang Fan for a long time, seeing no change in his slender frame. Compared to his own muscular physique, honed through years of training, Lin Zihao already felt a sense of overwhelming victory.
"Alright, it's settled. I ask all classmates to be witnesses. Whoever goes back on their word is a grandson," Lin Zihao declared loudly, ensuring everyone in the class could hear him clearly.
"Zhang Fan has gone mad. This bet is invalid," Zhuo Tairan shouted anxiously.
"Come on, the bet has been made, so we have to proceed," Lin Zihao said, sitting opposite Zhang Fan and extending his right hand, a smile playing on his lips as he looked at Zhang Fan.
"Slap!" A fair, jade-like hand slammed heavily onto Zhang Fan's desk, startling everyone in the classroom.
"I don't agree!" a beautiful long-haired girl, wearing a light blue T-shirt and tight jeans, stood between them, her voice sharp and commanding.
"Miss Qiao, this has nothing to do with you, does it? Besides, Zhang Fan and I are doing this willingly. There's no reason for you to stop us," Lin Zihao said, looking at the imposing long-haired beauty with a hint of helplessness. He could dismiss the other classmates, but he dared not underestimate Qiao Ruxin.
"Hey girl, move aside. Don't get in the way of me taking a subordinate," Zhang Fan said, waving his hand at the girl.
"You called me 'girl'?" Qiao Ruxin's eyes widened, and her face was filled with anger.
"What else should I call you? Big Girl? You're not that big either," Zhang Fan muttered, glancing at Qiao Ruxin's chest, though his voice was quiet. The nearby Qiao Ruxin heard every word, and her breath caught in her throat. If the situation weren't as it was, with her temper, she would have pounced on Zhang Fan and beaten him up.
"Hmph, I'll settle this with you later." Qiao Ruxin glared fiercely at Zhang Fan, then added, "As Luo Shui's best friend, I have to supervise you. So, you're not allowed to do something so foolish."
"As if I'm going to lose," Zhang Fan said speechlessly. He then ignored Qiao Ruxin and looked at Lin Zihao, "Are you ready? I'm starting."
"Ready whenever you are," Lin Zihao said, placing his right hand on the table, brimming with confidence.
"I don't allow it..." Seeing Zhang Fan's demeanor, Qiao Ruxin was about to intervene when Zhang Fan suddenly extended his hand and clasped Lin Zihao's. Then, before anyone could react...
With a "snap," everyone saw Lin Zihao's forearm pinned firmly to the table. He lost?