122: Chapter 122 Reasons

The spectators, who hadn't dared to utter a word a moment ago, could no longer hold back and began buzzing with discussion again.

"Can someone tell me who this Tang Long from Class 9 is? Why is he so damn cool?"

"Senior Sister Miao from the White Clothing Society, the strongest genius in our school, personally came to find him. Even when he acted all indifferent, she actually kept trying to get close to him?"

"I can't freaking believe it either. Senior Sister Miao personally invited him to join the White Clothing Society, and he completely ignored her? He didn't even want to give a reason?"

"Tsk! You guys are making a fuss over nothing. That's Great Immortal Tang from our class. He's a beast from the wilderness. He fights underground boxing matches and sells kidneys. He's even involved with the Bone-melting Enchantress. Is there anything he wouldn't do?"

"Holy crap! That's so fierce!"

"Damn it! What's wrong with being from the wilderness? You looking down on us wilderness folk?"

"So what if I look down on you?"

"You dare to challenge me to a duel?!"

Seeing things getting more and more chaotic and a fight almost breaking out outside, Tang Long sighed.

"You really want me to say it?"

Miao Manman nodded. "It's very important to me."

Tang Long gave a cold laugh. "Fine. Since you insist on asking, I can tell you. But before that, you have to answer two questions for me first."

"Ask away."

"First, I heard that regarding the exchange match with the Sangyu people, President Ye Qingzhou of the White Clothing Society feels unable to compete and wants to avoid the battle. Is this true?"

Miao Manman looked slightly troubled, but she still nodded quickly. "It's true. But if you can show your strength, he might change his mind."

Tang Long sneered again. "Second question. May I ask, who founded the White Clothing Society?"

Miao Manman frowned even more. "Of course it was the Sixth Imperial Uncle, Ye Baiqiao. Does that matter?"

Tang Long suddenly stood up and slammed his palm down, smashing the desk into pieces. Not only did it startle everyone, but even Miao Manman was shocked.

"Twenty years ago, the Sangyu people rebelled and nearly razed Song City to the ground!"

"It was the Sixth Imperial Uncle, Ye Baiqiao, who led countless soldiers to shed their blood and fought through one brutal battle after another to finally quell the rebellion!"

"Now, the Sangyu people want to come to my Song City to flaunt their power again, yet as the President of the White Clothing Society, Ye Qingzhou doesn't even have the guts to face them?"

"The White Clothing Society was founded by the Sixth Imperial Uncle. Are his successors just a bunch of gutless cowards?"

"President Ye has forgotten the glory of his predecessors and has let down the blood shed by the martyrs of that year! I am ashamed to be associated with such a coward!"

"This is the reason why I don't want to join the White Clothing Society! Are you satisfied now?!"

After Tang Long's righteous and impassioned speech, the entirety of Class 9 and the hallway outside became extremely quiet. Not even the sound of breathing could be heard.

Some people's faces were stiff, some had panicked eyes, some were excited, and others were secretly gritting their teeth.

But no one dared to pick up the conversation.

How could they?

Cheer for Tang Long and call Ye Qingzhou a coward?

Damn, that's the son of the Duke of Huaicheng. His father is a Minister of the Imperial Presence. Is that someone an ordinary person can afford to offend?

Refute Tang Long?

Refute him with what? Ye Baiqiao's glory back then was indeed built on suppressing the Sangyu rebellion.

He personally cut off the head of the puppet emperor Guan Tai. During those years, the Sangyu people didn't even dare to fart.

Comparing it like this, today's White Clothing Society... indeed seems rather pathetic.

You guys are the strongest elite group in the First Specialized Academy, founded by Ye Baiqiao. If you don't step up for this, who will?

Some felt that Tang Long was just acting high and mighty. Though he looked cool now, Young Master Ye would probably screw him to death later.

Others felt that no matter how eccentric Tang Long was, he was right on the big issues. This outburst was deafening and admirable.

The most embarrassed one was Miao Manman.

She also didn't agree with Ye Qingzhou's decision to avoid the fight.

But because of the special relationship between the two, she also had some little secrets in her heart, so many things weren't convenient to say openly.

Ye Qingzhou wasn't necessarily a coward. His desire to avoid the fight was partly for himself, and on the other hand... he wasn't a Song City native. Currently, the relationship between Governor Xu and the Imperial Court wasn't harmonious either, so he didn't care at all whether the people of Song City lost face.

However, comparing him with Tang Long, Miao Manman suddenly felt that Ye Qingzhou really wasn't that tall and mighty anymore.

Furthermore...

Tang Long saying these words in public would cause great damage to Ye Qingzhou's reputation, and these words were forced out of him by her...

Now, not only was the matter of the invitation and the exchange match impossible to discuss, but would even borrowing the Open-Ring Forbidden Method be affected?

"I'm sorry, I was being presumptuous."

Miao Manman's humble words already made everyone's jaws drop, but no one expected her to ask another question.

"Can I still go to the library to find you in a while?"

Tang Long nodded slightly.

The bell for class rang. Miao Manman walked out of Class 9 in a daze. Only then did the onlookers pick up their jaws and return to their seats, but they still couldn't help but gossip.

"Today's drama is so big. It's... a bit hard to digest."

"Hehe, Great Immortal Tang has truly become famous in one battle this time."

"He was already very famous, okay? Haven't you guys heard of who the Bone-melting Enchantress is?"

"That's different. Playing around with the Bone-melting Enchantress is just considered shameless. But today, he scolded the President of the White Clothing Society until he was worthless. This is pure suicide."

"I think what Tang Long said makes sense. If the Sangyu people are coming to show off, shouldn't the White Clothing Society step up?"

"Hey, don't you guys think it's strange? As soon as he arrived, he was targeted by the Bone-melting Enchantress, the class monitor also pays special attention to him, and now even Goddess Miao is entangled with him! Isn't this ridiculous?"

"Don't make wild guesses. Young Master Wei's feelings for the class monitor are known to everyone, and Goddess Miao has long had a marriage contract with President Ye."

"Wild guesses? Goddess Miao was just rejected in public and then immediately asked to meet him later. Would an ordinary relationship be like this?"

"Damn, I'll tell the truth. Young Master Wei, don't be angry, but this guy is actually quite handsome!"

Wei Lin glared at the two guys beside him, his gaze turning from cold to venomous.

"Me, angry? Why would I get angry at a dead man?"

"Exactly, President Ye is not someone to be trifled with. He'll definitely screw him to death!"

Time passed quickly.

A class period went by in the blink of an eye. Wei Lin left the classroom and went to the activity building to seek an audience with Ye Qingzhou.

Ye Qingzhou was originally meditating and practicing. He wasn't very welcoming of his arrival, but he always had good self-restraint, so his words were relatively polite.

"Wei Lin, you're a rare guest. What brings you to my place today?"

Wei Lin put on a very serious expression. "President Ye, I'm really sorry, but I've brought you some bad news."

"Bad news? How bad can it be?"

Ye Qingzhou spoke with a half-smile, clearly not very interested, only offering a casual response.

Wei Lin immediately recounted the previous events. When he finished repeating Tang Long's speech, Ye Qingzhou could no longer sit still. He stood up directly, his face terrifyingly dark.

"He actually dared to say that!"

Seeing Ye Qingzhou's expression, Wei Lin felt a secret joy in his heart.