Chapter 18: I Like Big Breasts

Chapter 18: Chapter 18: I Like Big Breasts

The more Ye Qingzhou treated her like an old shoe, the more Yun Shanshan was unwilling to let go and found it hard to give him up.

In her heart, she thought, wasn’t this guy in front of her the one who used to be so servile to her, always at her beck and call? Why suddenly not be her lapdog now?

Decide not to follow me anymore, did you even ask for my opinion?

No perseverance or determination at all, truly irresponsible!

Bah, scumbag!

Of course, what made Yun Shanshan most unwilling was Ye Qingzhou showing potential to become a professional Martial Artist, with such a promising prospect, she didn’t want to miss out no matter what.

"Ye Qingzhou."

"Spit it out quickly."

"Can we go back to the past?"

"No."

"Why? Is it just because I rejected your confession?"

"No."

"Then what is it?"

"Mainly because I like big ones."

Ye Qingzhou said seriously, after all, a man who likes big ones is not wrong, right?

"You!"

Yun Shanshan was so angry that her chest seemed to grow bigger, she felt like her lungs were about to explode. She was top-notch in looks and temperament, everything about her was good except that she was a bit too ordinary.

And Ye Qingzhou brought this up to make a point!

What a despicable, shameless, petty, vulgar, superficial, fickle and heartless scumbag!

Ye Qingzhou couldn’t care less about Yun Shanshan’s thoughts at the moment; his tone was impatient: "If you want to learn martial arts later, bring money to me, a thousand bucks a minute, guaranteed to teach you everything, no cheating. If you don’t have money, then go someplace cool, don’t waste my time, got it?"

With that, he left straight away, leaving Yun Shanshan disheveled in the wind.

A few minutes later, Ye Qingzhou walked into Class 7’s classroom with a defiant stride under everyone’s gaze, and sat down at his seat.

"Brother Zhou, where’s your math homework? Let me copy it."

"Didn’t do it."

"What the hell? What got into you? What were you doing last night without doing your homework? Do you still have any semblance of a student?"

Huang Liwen looked as though he had seen a ghost, because the previous ’Ye Qingzhou’ was famous in the class for being a good boy, always completing homework on time.

"Practicing swords."

Ye Qingzhou spoke matter-of-factly, as if it should be expected.

"Practicing swords? Upper sword or lower sword?"

"Tch, Dog-Beating Swordsmanship, wanna try it?"

Huang Liwen was about to jokingly retort, but then he remembered how yesterday Ye Qingzhou had easily disarmed Xu Yuebing’s sword barehanded, and immediately chickened out: "Hmph, a gentleman uses his mouth but not his fists, I’m a civilized person, I won’t stoop to your level."

While these two were bantering, ’Master of All Things’ Nong Pengming sat in front of Ye Qingzhou with a mischievous grin: "Old Ye, you really hide your true talents."

Ye Qingzhou was surprised: "How do you know my Wind Force has reached mastery level?"

Wind Force, which Nong Pengming was miles away even from entry level, turned his face dark after hearing this and felt unpleasant: "Damn it, who asked about that? I mean Xu Yuebing! Do you get it?"

"Hmm? Why mention her?"

"Still pretending with me?"

Nong Pengming raised his thin eyebrows: "You’re quite the enigma, tell me how did you win over Xu Yuebing? As far as I know, many guys from First High School chased her, yet she always kept them at bay. Didn’t expect even the Ice Fairy’s millennium ice to be melted by your fiery passion."

"Rumors."

Ye Qingzhou rolled his eyes and leaned lazily against the chair, not bothering to explain further.

But how could Nong Pengming believe this?

"She even gave you her Flying Frost Sword, isn’t that a token of love? Word has spread through the school that you two have privately committed to each other. As classmates, satisfy my curiosity, tell me how you managed to win over First High School’s moonlight."

"???"

Ye Qingzhou was full of question marks: "Wait, how did this rumor start?"

"Brother Wen said it."

"!!!"

Originally busy copying homework, Huang Liwen turned his head and grinned at Ye Qingzhou smugly: "Yep, it was me who sold you out, again."

"Can’t you do anything reliable? Playing matchmaker so randomly."

Ye Qingzhou gave him a disdainful look, then closed his eyes to rest; the most important thing now was the Cyan Wave Sword Fighting Competition, must seize every moment to prepare.

During the last two classes of the morning, beside the field, Ye Qingzhou was practicing swords alone.

He focused entirely, disregarding the strange looks around him, immersing himself in blending Dragon-Pointing Swordsmanship with Wind Force.

Yesterday’s Luoying Divine Sword gave him great inspiration, combining Dragon-Pointing’s momentum exertion techniques with Wind Force’s Inner Breathing seemed promising, with a bit of optimization, the power of the sword qi should reach a higher level.

And just as Ye Qingzhou was wholly focused on refining sword techniques, a towering figure suddenly appeared at the edge of the field, drawing everyone’s attention with his imposing presence.

This person was two meters tall, dark-skinned, hairy, with a stout physique like a silverback gorilla, yet paradoxically he walked with an agility and fleetness that felt off.

In sum, five words—fat, but agile.

"It’s Hou Fei!"

"What’s he coming here for?"

"Must be looking to trouble Ye Qingzhou, heard Hou Fei has been pursuing Xu Yuebing but was always rejected."

"Looking like a freshly painted gorilla, even if Beauty Xu was blind, she’d still not fancy him."

"This will be entertaining."

As the Fighting Center’s Track and Field Club leader, Hou Fei was one of Linjiang’s five ’Sword, Saber, Fist, Palm, Leg’ Celestial Kings, specifically the ’Flying Leg’.

Despite his bulk, don’t underestimate his agility; actually, Hou Fei not only moved swiftly as a horse in full gallop but his leg-kicking skills were top-notch, especially proficient in Continuous Flying Kicks which had kicked many strong opponents off the platform.

As one of Xu Yuebing’s numerous pursuers, Hou Fei was notoriously ugly and boorish throughout the school, watching him recklessly rushing to the sophomore sports field, couldn’t bode well.

Seeing it turn bad, Huang Liwen quickly ran to inform Ye Qingzhou: "Pig Head Ye, get moving, fast!"

At that moment, Ye Qingzhou was sitting cross-legged beneath a tree, surrounded by fallen leaves, yet he seemed quite calm, unmoved by any emotions: "Quiet, I’m practicing swords."

"God, Hou Fei is almost upon you, still practicing what crap!"

Huang Liwen seeing Ye Qingzhou unmoved was immediately anxious.

And just as he intended to drag Ye Qingzhou up, a thunderous shout suddenly came from behind: "You must be Ye Qingzhou!"

Hou Fei, worthy of the "Flying Leg", had astonishingly swift body techniques.

With a sinister grin, he crackled his knuckles, striding vigorously towards Ye Qingzhou.

Huang Liwen glanced at Hou Fei’s muscular build, then back at Ye Qingzhou’s thin frame and felt utterly despaired: "It’s over, it’s over, today Pig Head Ye is surely going to take a beating."

Just when Hou Fei’s expression grew even more ferocious and everyone thought Ye Qingzhou was in for trouble, Ye Qingzhou moved.