Lu Xuan looked at Zhao Qin, who was snotting and crying at his feet, swearing to be a good dog, his face expressionless, only feeling a bit bored.
However, his high-ranking, ice-cold mother did pique his interest a little.
"Go back to your doghouse. Don't be an eyesore here."
Lu Xuan withdrew his foot, his tone as indifferent as if he were shooing away a fly.
"Yes! Yes, yes! Thank you, Brother Xuan! Thank you, Brother Xuan!"
Zhao Qin felt as if he had been granted a great pardon. He didn't care about the sharp pain in his face or the bloody taste in his mouth. He scrambled to his feet, using both hands and feet, and stumbled back to his own bunk.
He pulled the quilt over his head, his body still trembling slightly from fear and lingering dread. He only dared to peek at Lu Xuan's movements through the gap in the quilt, afraid that this evil star would find another reason to torment him.
Lu Xuan didn't even spare him another glance.
He kicked away the chicken bones on the floor, disgusted, which were covered in Zhao Qin's saliva and blood. He walked to his own bunk, took off his shoes, and flipped onto the bed. He lazily took out his phone and continued browsing.
His train of thought, which had been interrupted, reconnected.
He clicked on the official website of Yanjing University and, with practiced ease, found the faculty information section.
On the screen, faces that were either stern, kind, or feigning profundity quickly scrolled by.
Lu Xuan's gaze was calm and unruffled, his finger sliding unhurriedly across the screen.
When Gu Yunxi's ID photo appeared, his finger paused slightly.
The woman in the photo wore a proper business suit, her hair meticulously tied up. She had an intellectual yet distant smile on her face, and her eyes were cold and aloof, still maintaining that superior demeanor.
Heh, he really wanted all the teachers and students in the school to see her now, kneeling on the ground, wagging her tail and begging for mercy.
Lu Xuan's lips curved into a cold arc, and the thrill of controlling everything surged within him again.
He clearly remembered the faces of those "teachers" and "professors" from his previous life who had kicked him when he was down, stepped on him when he was at his most difficult, or made things difficult for him because of their status.
One by one, no rush.
He had all the time and patience to pull down these once-high-and-mighty people, one by one, and let them taste what it was like to fall into the dust and be trampled upon.
Just as Lu Xuan was sifting through for the next lucky recipient, the dorm door was suddenly kicked open with a loud "bang" from the outside!
A burly man, at least 1.85 meters tall, with bulging muscles, blocked the doorway.
He was wearing a faded basketball vest, revealing two tattooed arms with poor-quality dragon and tiger designs. Around his neck hung a gold chain that could leash a dog (it looked fake).
His face was fleshy, and his eyes were fierce. He was clearly the type who was simple-minded and strong-bodied.
"Damn it! Who the hell is Lu Xuan?! Get your ass out here!"
The burly man roared in a booming voice, spitting saliva far and wide, his gaze fiercely sweeping the dorm room.
Zhao Qin, who was covered by his quilt, shivered in fright and almost peed himself. He cursed this clueless oaf in his heart, calling him every name under the sun: Another one coming to his death!
The burly man's gaze quickly locked onto Lu Xuan, who was lying on his bed, the only one with a leisurely posture, even watching him with interest.
"You're Lu Xuan?"
The burly man cocked his neck, pointing at Lu Xuan with his finger, his tone extremely hostile. "Kid, I heard you're pretty arrogant, huh? You blocked Hui Hui and even messed around with other women outside?"
Hui Hui? Shen Yahui?
Lu Xuan raised an eyebrow, instantly understanding.
So, it was Shen Yahui, that gold-digger, who sent her lapdog?
This big oaf must have seen him checking into a hotel yesterday and then ran to Shen Yahui to gossip, right?
Tsk, this intelligence, indeed a perfect match.
Lu Xuan didn't even have the interest to sit up. He remained lazily lying down, shifting into a more comfortable position, and glanced at him indifferently.
"Your grandpa is Lu Xuan. Spit it out, and then get lost. Don't delay me in choosing my concubines."
"Heh-yo-ho! This little brat is quite arrogant!"
The burly man was completely enraged by Lu Xuan's contemptuous attitude. Coupled with the promise he had made to Shen Yahui to teach Lu Xuan a lesson, he was now burning with fury, feeling that he was losing face.
"You're asking for death! Today, I'll teach you a good lesson on behalf of Hui Hui, you pretty boy, and let you know why the flowers are so red!"
With that, he roared and swung his fist, as big as a cooking pot, with a whooshing sound, aiming straight for Lu Xuan's face!
Zhao Qin, inside his quilt, squeezed his eyes shut in terror, as if he had already foreseen Lu Xuan's bruised and swollen face.
However, the next second, the expected scream did not sound.
Lu Xuan seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. Just as the fist was about to connect, he sprang up from the bed like a civet cat with a nimble and quick carp flip, landing steadily on the ground.
At the same time, his right fist shot out like lightning, without any fancy moves, directly colliding head-on with the burly man's incoming fist!
"Crack!"
A bone-chilling crunch of bones clearly echoed in the dorm room!
"Ow—!!!"
The burly man let out an earth-shattering wail, clutching his deformed right wrist, writhing on the ground in pain. The muscles on his face twisted grotesquely, and cold sweat instantly soaked his vest.
His fist now dangled at a strange angle, clearly broken.
And that wasn't all!
Lu Xuan's eyes were cold, and his movements showed no pause. With a clean and swift spinning kick, his right leg lashed out like a steel whip, cutting through the air, and landed heavily on the burly man's kidney area!
"Bang!"
The burly man's massive body was like being hit by a high-speed truck. He was kicked off the ground, tumbled half a turn in the air, and then crashed heavily onto the floor in the center of the dorm room, raising a cloud of dust.
He struggled twice, trying to get up, but felt as if all his bones had fallen apart. His throat sweetened, and he spat out a mouthful of white foam, his eyelids rolled back, and he twitched uncontrollably.
The entire process was so fast it was dazzling, lasting only a few seconds.
Lu Xuan clapped his hands, dusting off non-existent dust from his body.
He walked to the unconscious burly man, looking down at him. There was no ripple in his eyes, only indifference.
"Useless."
He softly uttered two words, then raised his foot and lightly stepped on the face, which was covered in dust and white foam, twice, as if extinguishing a cigarette butt.
"Go back and tell Shen Yahui,"
Lu Xuan's voice was not loud, "If she wants trouble, tell her to come over herself. If she sends this kind of blind trash again, next time it won't just be one hand that breaks."
After speaking, he ignored the burly man playing dead on the floor, turned back to his bunk, and picked up his phone.
Zhao Qin watched this scene from the gap in his quilt, feeling a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head, his hair standing on end.
Oh my god! Is this Lu Xuan... still human?!
This was simply a devil!
He had no doubt that if he had dared to resist even a little just now, his fate would definitely be a hundred times worse than that of the big oaf on the floor!
Thinking that he had just been trampled underfoot by this devil and forced to bark like a dog, Zhao Qin felt a warm wetness in his crotch... It was over, he seemed to have really peed himself...
He quickly held the quilt tightly, afraid of being discovered by Lu Xuan, and even his breathing became cautious.
At this moment, he had only one thought: Within three days, he must! Absolutely! Find a way to get his ice-cold mother to come out! Otherwise... he dared not imagine the consequences!
