"What's your name?" Ye Wuchen walked down from the stage and walked toward him with a smile.
The man stood up and sneered, "You'd better remember this name. My surname is Lin, and my name is Lin Xu!"
Lin Xu, the son of Lin Zhan and the younger brother of Lin Xiao. Ye Wuchen didn't know much about him. He only heard rumors that compared to his brother, he was an arrogant and despotic piece of trash.
"Lin Xu? Very well, you can go out now. "
Ye Wuchen walked in front of him and reached out to grab his neck at lightning speed. Lin Xu was a person who relied on the power of the Lin family to be arrogant. Usually, he was the one who bullied others, and no outsider had ever dared to attack him. In a panic, he hurriedly tried to block. However, his cultivation was nothing in front of Ye Wuchen. Ye Wuchen easily grabbed his neck, dragged him to the door, and threw him out like a chicken in front of everyone's stunned eyes.
With a blood-curdling screech, Lin Xu's neck was nearly broken by a tremendous force. His body drew a beautiful parabola as he was sent flying far away. The door of the art studio was also slammed shut by Ye Wuchen.
"Amazing!" Long Huang 'er, who was eager to see the world in chaos, clapped her hands excitedly. The woman sitting next to her was even worse. Her eyes almost turned into two twinkling little stars. She stared at Ye Wuchen without blinking and kept murmuring, "So handsome …"
Ye Wuchen clapped his hands and walked back to the stage. With a gentle expression, he said, "Is there anyone else who wants to go out? If not, we can start the class. "
"Wait, teacher, I protest! I protest! "
The girl sitting next to Long Huang 'er raised her hands and shouted. The girl had an oval face, a delicate nose, and red lips. Her eyes were slender and lively, and her eyebrows were curved like the moon. She was petite, and her limbs were slender. She looked very fresh and delicate. Amidst the lightness, one could see the exquisite beauty of the round pearls and the smooth jade. Although she was not a peerless beauty like Ye Shuiyao, she was still a delightful beauty.
The most eye-catching thing about her was that she exuded a heroic spirit that ordinary girls didn't have, as well as an even stronger stubbornness and unruliness. Ye Wuchen had noticed this young lady the moment he entered the room. Because her gaze was so intense that Ye Wuchen couldn't help but pay attention to it. That kind of exaggerated enthusiasm and fanaticism was like … a big bad wolf seeing a chubby little sheep.
"Well, what do you have to protest?" Ye Wuchen asked. He didn't dare to look her in the eye.
"Because I have a lot of things to tell you. I can't stay silent!"
"What's your name?"
"My name is Zhuge Xiaoyu!" The girl replied, unable to conceal the excitement on her face. Because this was the first time she talked to Ye Wuchen, she was so happy that she almost fainted.
Zhuge Xiaoyu … Hearing this name, Ye Wuchen almost couldn't help but want to run away.
That day, when Ye Wuchen and Lin Xiao fought, his performance was too eye-catching. Many unmarried girls were shocked. For a while, there were countless people who came to propose marriage, but all of them were rejected. When a girl took the initiative to visit, she had already thrown away her reservations. If she insisted after being rejected, it would be looked down upon, not to mention these arrogant and powerful girls. Therefore, the farcical storm had completely calmed down. Those who were rejected would at most insist once and never mention it again … except for this Zhuge Xiaoyu from the Zhuge Family.
Her father, Zhuge Wuyi, visited the Yeh family at least once a day. A few days ago, he would be full of joy, but a few days later, he would almost cry. Every time he visited the Yeh family, his only purpose was to propose marriage to his only daughter, Zhuge Xiaoyu. From using connections to coaxing and pestering, he almost knelt down in front of Ye Wei in the end. General Zhuge had fought countless battles in his life, and his body was covered with blood. He was a tough man with iron blood. However, everyone in Celestial Dragon City knew that he had an even tougher daughter. Looking at how shameless this great general was, he went to the Yeh family every day to propose marriage, which showed how tough his daughter was.
In the words of Zhuge Wuyi to Ye Wei, "My daughter is too stubborn. No matter what she does, she will never admit defeat. The more she can't get, the more she wants it. General Ye, just let your Young Master accept my Xiaoyu as a concubine! Otherwise, my body and bones will be broken by her … "
Today, Ye Wuchen finally met Zhuge Xiaoyu. However, from her delicate and adorable appearance, he really couldn't see anything valiant about her.
"… What do you want to ask me?" Ye Wuchen asked tentatively, although he knew that Zhuge Xiaoyu's question was not a normal one.
"I want to know why you don't want to marry me!" Zhuge Xiaoyu pouted and asked unhappily.
Silence … Complete silence. All the people in the studio were petrified. Almost all of them knew about Zhuge Xiaoyu's temperament, and almost all the people in the Celestial Dragon Royal Academy knew that Zhuge Xiaoyu had threatened to marry Ye Wuchen unless he was from the Yeh family. But how could they take it when such a girl asked such a question in front of everyone?
Before Ye Wuchen had time to answer, the door of the studio was suddenly kicked open, breaking the silence in the studio.
Standing at the door was an old man with a face full of anger and dignity. His hair and beard had already turned white. Behind him stood Lin Xu, whose face was swollen and bruised from the fall. He was glaring at Ye Wuchen with hatred in his eyes.
When Ye Wuchen really threw Lin Xu out, Hua Buhao knew that he was in trouble. Lin Xu had always relied on the power of the Lin family to act like a tyrant. He had never been bullied before. Normally, he would be excited to see Dean Lin Yan. However, he didn't feel any joy at this moment. His heart skipped a beat, and he quickly walked forward. "Dean Lin, why are you here today?"
Lin Yan didn't even look at him. He glared at Ye Wuchen on the stage. His face twitched as he thought of something. He looked around the studio and said with a gloomy expression, "What's going on? Why are there so many people in this beginner art class? Explain yourself! "
"Hey! Dean Lin, why are you so fierce? We just want to learn art. Can't we do that? We got permission from our teacher and Mr. Hua, and we didn't break any rules. Isn't that right, everyone? " Before Hua Buhao could reply, Zhuge Xiaoyu replied rudely. In the entire Heavenly Dragon Royal Academy, or even the entire Heavenly Dragon City, there weren't many people who dared to speak to Lin Yan like that.
The people who came later all responded. Although they knew that learning art wasn't real, they were more interested in talent.
Lin Yan frowned and smiled insincerely at Hua Buhao. "Mr. Hua, so many people came here just to attend your art class. It seems like you've been wronged as a teacher for this elementary art class."
Hua Buhao's heart was in a mess. He moved his lips a few times in fear, but he couldn't say a single word.
"Mr. Hua, what's wrong with my grandson? Aren't you going to give me an explanation for how I ended up like this in your art class? "
Lin Yan turned around and pointed at the battered and battered Lin Xu. He looked like he was about to explode in anger.
"This …"
"Hey! Dean Lin, the first rule of the academy is that the teachers must treat all students equally, no matter if they are princes or commoners. The students must follow the teachers' orders, or the teachers can punish them. No favoritism … This Lin Xu didn't listen to Mr. Ye. Not only did he cause trouble, but he also provoked Mr. Ye. So what if Mr. Ye punished him? Dean Lin, you came here personally for such a small matter. If this isn't favoritism, then what is? As the dean, have you forgotten the academy's rules? "
Zhuge Xiaoyu argued again. She had seen the conflict between Ye Wuchen and Lin Yan. At this moment, he could tell that Lin Yan was pointing his finger at Ye Wuchen, so he naturally had to defend him.
"Girl from the Zhuge family, the Lin family's matters are none of your business," Lin Yan said in a deep voice.
"Yo! Even the Lin family is here. Is this the Heavenly Dragon Royal Academy or the Lin family's backyard? Dean Lin, as the dean, you don't follow the academy's rules. I advised you out of goodwill, but you used the entire Lin family to scare a girl like me. Don't you know shame? "
Ye Wuchen was happy. He started to feel that this girl was cute. His ability to twist words and distort the meaning of words was not just for show.
Zhuge Xiaoyu was famous for her eloquence. How could Lin Yan be her opponent? He laughed out of anger. "Mr. Ye?" He turned around and stared at Ye Wuchen. "Who gave you the right to stand here? Did you get my permission? "
"Oh, Dean Lin is right. This was Principal Lin's territory, I really shouldn't stand here without Principal Lin's permission. Since that's the case, I'll come down. "
After saying that, Ye Wuchen walked down from the stage. Ling Yan didn't know what to do when he agreed so quickly. He couldn't find an excuse to vent the anger that he had been accumulating for a long time.
"Alright, I've already followed Dean Lin's instructions and stopped playing the role of a teacher. In that case, shouldn't we change the question now? " He looked at Lin Yan from head to toe. It was the gaze of an elder sizing up his junior. Then, he shook his head in disappointment. "Sigh! You really don't have a good memory. I remember that I made a bet with Dean Lin in front of the emperor and many people. Unfortunately, Dean Lin lost. The consequence of losing is that you have to call me grandpa three times every time you see me. Did Dean Lin forget? "
Lin Yan's face darkened. He naturally didn't forget, but he didn't expect Ye Wuchen to say it out loud … He didn't give him any face at all.
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