Chapter 585
“In the future, if I bully you, will anyone still stand by your side and speak for you? Will those who once pursued you still be so determined? Care to think about it?” Nie Wei squatted down, his gaze level with He Ziyun’s, and said with a malicious smile.
“How they view me has nothing to do with me. If you want to fight, I’ll join. From now on, I won’t hold back anymore.” He Ziyun said fearlessly.
Nie Wei was momentarily stunned by He Ziyun’s words, as if he hadn’t expected He Ziyun to say something like that. Even the people following Nie Wei were taken aback by He Ziyun’s words.
Everyone in the department knew that He Ziyun was considered an easy target. Some might sugarcoat it as being gentle and cultured, but in truth, he was often seen as easy to bully. Now, this so-called easy target was claiming not to hold back anymore, which seemed like a huge joke.
This is what Nie Wei thought, and he asked, “What did you just say? Won’t hold back anymore? Are you out of your mind, or have you watched too many gangster movies, or maybe your brain’s gone haywire? What are you thinking, do you really plan to be rude to us? Really, do you think your hands, made for holding a brush, can fight? I bet you’d cry for half a day if you hit someone.”
Nie Wei laughed loudly, completely disregarding He Ziyun’s words.
“You got kicked out of your family and lost your brain too. My main task today isn’t cleaning you up, there’s plenty of time for that; the contest is more important. Get up, give me this spot, I’ve taken a liking to it. I want you to hand it over to me, then apologize by kowtowing for talking back, and after all that, you can disappear from my sight.” Nie Wei said, putting on a magnanimous facade.
“Dream on.” He Ziyun frowned and replied to Nie Wei’s demands.
“Defy me? Haha.” Nie Wei laughed suddenly, and in the next moment, slapped He Ziyun across the face.
“Don’t you understand what people say? I’ve already told you that you’re no longer the He family’s young master. They’ve completely abandoned you, and yet you still dare to provoke me. Should I admire you or call you stupid? What do you think you’re relying on to make me see you differently?”
He Ziyun touched the spot where he’d been hit, and as he listened to Nie Wei, a slight smile appeared on his lips.
“You only caused me trouble because of my status, but never hit me. So, how do you know I wasn’t holding back against you because of status constraints?” He Ziyun licked his lips and said.
Then he punched Nie Wei squarely in the eye before Nie Wei could react, and with Nie Wei’s howl of anger, a brawl broke out without warning.
The days of pent-up frustration found an outlet through this fight, and when He Ziyun fought, he was a world apart from his usual demeanor. He fought recklessly, as if the phrase “perish together” was tailor-made for him.
These were all art students; though their talk of fighting was fierce, they were still restrained. After all, they weren’t like regular students. In their world, they cherished their hands, which meant they usually pulled their punches. But He Ziyun wasn’t concerned with any of that; he fought like a mad dog, biting whoever he reached, striking deftly, and his fierce aura intimidated everyone at once.
So when Xu Ke and Ariel arrived, they were greeted by the sight of one person holding off five others, the two factions separated by a clear line of demarcation.
Their eyes quickly scanned He Ziyun for any major injuries, and only then did they feel relieved.
Seeing that Nie Wei was the leader, Xu Ke’s brows arched.
“Didn’t you learn your lesson last time? Coming here again to stir up trouble, I must have been too light on you before.” Xu Ke spoke in a slow drawl.
“What do you want to do? I’m telling you, I’m not afraid of you.” Whenever Nie Wei saw Xu Ke, his wrist would hurt because he was genuinely afraid of him. Therefore, his words lacked confidence, and he had been mostly beaten up by He Ziyun because of deep-seated resentment. His previously unblemished face now looked like a palette of bruises and colors, making his posture and tone seem laughably weak rather than imposing.
“But your body seems to say otherwise; you seem to be keeping your distance from me. Weren’t you just getting all cocky? Show that bravado in front of me, don’t keep away.” Xu Ke said calmly.
“Who’s avoiding you? Not me, stop spreading lies.” Seeing people he brought along turning to look at him, Nie Wei straightened his posture immediately.
“If it’s not a lie, then come over here, don’t stay so far away.” Xu Ke said with a frosty expression.
Nie Wei’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he tentatively took a step towards Xu Ke, like a frightened rabbit, amusing and exasperating at the same time. Clearly, he was the one looking for trouble, yet he made it seem like you were the one being unreasonable, pestering him.
“Such a wimp.” Xu Ke said in a flat tone, seeing Nie Wei essentially stepping in place.
“What just happened?” Xu Ke, uninterested in Nie Wei’s cowardly expressions, turned directly to ask He Ziyun instead.
He Ziyun spat a mixture of blood and saliva onto the ground and objectively recounted the events that had transpired.
“I never thought I’d see the day you punch someone.” Ariel said, eyes bright as she watched with interest.
He Ziyun lowered his head for a brief moment before lifting it again, looking at Nie Wei and speaking, “Don’t come bothering me again, otherwise, even if I have to die, I’ll drag you down to Hell with me.” The malice in He Ziyun’s eyes made Nie Wei break out in goosebumps.
Though Nie Wei was a bit scared deep down, he was also extremely proud. There was no way he was going to concede to He Ziyun in front of this many people,