Martial Arts Master in the City

Chapter 1083: Dongfang Waner


Dongfang Waner just turned twenty-five this year, yet she's already been teaching at Yanxing University for three years. Even more surprising is that, at such a young age, she's now an associate professor at Yanxing University.

The students at Yanxing University might have connections, but teachers absolutely don't. Becoming a teacher at Yanxing University is far more difficult than becoming a student there, let alone getting promoted.

However, Dongfang Waner is an exception. Her mind seems to be full of knowledge. If only she wasn't teaching in the Archeology Department—it would be even more perfect.

Dongfang Waner wasn't in a good mood today. Through her observations, she had gained some new insights about Turtle Beast Language, yet those so-called distinguished professors merely dismissed her ideas as whimsical.

To put it mildly, they called it whimsical. But to put it bluntly, they thought it was nonsense.

So, Dongfang Waner stormed out the door, thinking of taking a walk around the campus. Just her luck, as she reached the entrance, she saw a fight breaking out.

According to Dongfang Waner's usual habits, she would have completely ignored it. But given her current foul mood, she naturally felt like finding someone to teach a lesson to, at least to vent her anger.

Teachers venting their frustrations on students—that's their privilege!

"Teacher Dongfang?" Jiang Miaoke also heard Dongfang Waner's "What's going on?" and immediately turned to look while greeting Dongfang Waner.

Dongfang Waner nodded slightly in response to Jiang Miaoke, then looked at Ye Xiao and Tian Deshuang and his companions.

At this moment, as Dongfang Waner approached, Ye Xiao crouched down, clutching his chest, and exaggeratedly shouted, "I can't take it, I can't take it, I'm dying, someone save me!"

Tian Deshuang was stupefied at this point. If it weren't for the pain in his hand, he might have genuinely doubted whether he had actually inflicted an internal injury on Ye Xiao.

"Tian Deshuang, what's going on? Are you addicted to causing trouble?" Dongfang Waner's resentment immediately vented toward Tian Deshuang.

Tian Deshuang was at a loss for words, hurriedly defending himself, "Teacher Dongfang, you misunderstood; this guy is definitely pretending. Clearly, it's my hand that's injured!"

Tian Deshuang shook his hand, trying to show this impossibly beautiful teacher that he was genuinely hurt. At the very least, his hand likely had some soft tissue damage.

But when Dongfang Waner heard Tian Deshuang's words, her anger, originally at three-tenths, increased to seven-tenths!

"Are you suggesting my eyes have problems? Look at how badly you've beaten him. Yet you still pretend to be innocent?" Dongfang Waner said as she walked over to Ye Xiao, squatted down, and asked him, "How are you doing, student? Do you need to go to the infirmary?"

Only then did Ye Xiao slowly raise his head.

Although the weather was chilly, women tend not to wear thick clothes. Dongfang Waner was no exception; her attire was definitely not thick, especially around the neckline, which was even lighter.

Ye Xiao's wicked gaze swept across!

Big! Really big!

Ye Xiao couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, sneaking a glance at Jiang Miaoke's pride as well.

Only by comparison can you discern, and the result was—truly large!

With Ye Xiao's physiological functions being stronger than an average person, he couldn't help but have some wicked and filthy thoughts at this moment.

"Teacher, no need. I'm not a student from your school; I'm Jiang Miaoke's classmate. I'm genuinely surprised to find a kind-hearted teacher like you in this morally bankrupt era. Thank you." Ye Xiao said earnestly, though his eyes didn't meet Dongfang Waner's face but lingered below her fair neckline, lightly coughing to show his injury.

Anyone receiving praise tends to feel delighted. Although Dongfang Waner isn't fond of flattery, people usually compliment her looks, while this injured man appreciates her kindness.

Everyone wishes to be considered kind, as it's definitely not a teasing term.

Both Tian Deshuang and the onlookers were stunned. Was this guy genuinely injured or just faking it? Moments ago, he casually tore apart the hefty Federation Language book, evidently not a weakling, yet now he appeared so feeble?

Standing nearby, Jiang Miaoke showed a mocking expression, knowing full well what kind of person Ye Xiao was.

"Teacher Dongfang, he'll actually become a student at our school soon. It's just that Tian Deshuang bullies him for being a newcomer, how pitiful; he's too frail to fight those bullies." Jiang Miaoke purposely sighed, offering help.

Wow!

Upon hearing Jiang Miaoke's words, Tian Deshuang and the others felt their impending doom.

"Tian Deshuang, it seems I'll need to discuss this matter with the academic staff." Dongfang Waner turned to glare discontentedly at Tian Deshuang.

"I..." Tian Deshuang's hand still hurt tremendously, but unfortunately, given his height of over 1.80 meters and being muscular while Ye Xiao was a slender youth of around 1.75 meters, they were nowhere near the same weight class.

It's no wonder that the more Dongfang Waner looked at Tian Deshuang, the more he seemed like a bully.

"Tian Deshuang, a true man admits when he's wrong. Be brave enough to carry this student to the infirmary." Dongfang Waner commanded Tian Deshuang.

Tian Deshuang immediately protested, "Teacher Dongfang, but I'm injured too."

"Where are you injured?" Dongfang Waner snapped.

Tian Deshuang lifted his hand, saying, "Teacher, look!"

Dongfang Waner examined it closely. All of Tian Deshuang's fingers were red, as if they'd been smashed against a rock and hurt.

Dongfang Waner's face grew increasingly unpleasant looking at Tian Deshuang.

"Tian Deshuang, are you questioning my intelligence as a teacher? Those injuries clearly resulted from hitting a rock. Are you suggesting that punching this person caused this injury? Is he implying that this person's body is as hard as a rock?" Dongfang Waner concluded in an infuriated tone.

It's not that she detests students lying; she loathes students who lie without forethought. Would thinking ahead waste that much paper?

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