Chapter 372: About Fighting (2)

“I heard that you got into a fight on your way here?” The fat headmaster asked with his hands folded behind his back, like a great master talking to his young and little disciple.

Qian Ye nodded and quickly explained, “Yes! But, I wasn’t the one to blame, it’s him…”

“I know, he asked for it! I fully understand that. Many students at Xingchen College need a spanking.” The fat headmaster interrupted Qian Ye.

Qian Ye beamed with smile, “Headmaster, you’re really wise to see the essence at a glance. My admiration for you is like a raging river, stretching endlessly!”

The fat headmaster looked at Qian Ye with a proud face. “Uh, the thin bamboo pole has a pair of eyes higher than the top, and he is supercilious. The disciples he taught are as annoying. You did the right thing. Well, the next time his disciple provokes you, fight it back real hard. Don’t be afraid, you have me as your back.”

Qian Ye, “…”

The fat headmaster patted Qian Ye on the shoulder, and said earnestly, “The fight! Whether you’re the blamer, as long as you can win, I’ll support. It’s a good thing!”

Qian Ye asked doubtedly, “You said ‘a good thing’?”

The fat headmaster nodded, “Yes. You see! You can exercise, and recognize your own shortcomings. If you win, you can make a name for yourself. That’s great! Of course, things are different if you lose. When I was young, I liked doing such good things very much.”

Qian Ye, “…”

“Have you won?” Su Rong asked curiously.

The fat headmaster looked at Su Rong with disdain, “Do I look like a loser?”

Su Rong shook his head, “You have a face of ever-victorious general!”

The fat headmaster rubbed his nose awkwardly, “I lose, sometimes. It’s just, you know. You win some and lose some. When you have more fights, it happens.”

Qian Ye blinked, “Master Headmaster, you can rest assured. Victories or defeats are ordinary things to a general. I’ll never discriminate against you because you have lost the battle.”

The fat headmaster smiled coldly and said with a gloomy face, “Will I worried that you will discriminate against me?” If you dare, I’ll beat you like beating a sandbag, hum… ”

Qian Ye, “…”

Looking at the fat headmaster’s leaving, Su Rong finally breathed a sigh of relief.

“You’re back!” Mo Fei was excited to see Qian Ye and Su Rong entering the door.

Qian Ye looked at Mo Fei and wondered, “Feifei, why did you restore your original appearance? And so did Lou Yu?”

Mo Fei shrugged his shoulders, “The headmaster said that our identity was exposed. It’s better to restore our original appearance and that will also be more beautiful.”

Qian Ye raised his eyebrows and said with joy, “So, can I restore my original appearance, too?”

Mo Fei shook his head to reject, “No.”

“Why?” Qian Ye asked angrily.

“Why? You asked me why? Don’t you know how ugly you are?” Lou Yu sneered.

Qian Ye felt speechless, ‘Lou Yu, the guy is really going too far.’

Mo Fei looked at Qian Ye, “You fought against Tang Qianming outside?”

“He didn’t deserve any of my effort. He was defeated by me only by one attack. The man doesn’t have an intellectual maturity. He can’t fight by himself, and just relied on others.” Qian Ye was full of disdain in his tone.

Lou Yu shrugged helplessly, “After all, you have a special status. Pay more attention.”

Qian Ye nodded, “I’ll try my best.”

“We met the headmaster outside just now. He seemed to be very uncomfortable with the Xincheng College.” Su Rong said strangely.

Mo Fei giggled, “Don’t you know? Our headmaster and the headmaster of Xingchen are bitter rivals. There are no fewer fights between them. Basically, our headmaster loses. Their talents are both outstanding. However, the headmaster of Xingchen is superior, and some people who dislike our headmaster secretly call him ‘NO.2 forever’.”

Qian Ye said thoughtfully, “I see! The old guy, every time he mentioned the headmaster of Xincheng, his tone was mean. It turned out that he was the defeated opponent, it’s so funny…”

Lou Yu looked at Qian Ye helplessly, “Be quiet. The headmaster will run over and beat you like a sandbag.”

Qian Ye, “…”