159: Chapter 159 Wang Lin's Backdoor Approach

Class Teacher Zhou Mingyuan pushed the door open and walked in. The classroom fell silent for a moment.

Class Teacher Zhou Mingyuan stood on the podium and scanned the room: "This is our new student, Wang Lin. Let's welcome him."

As soon as he finished speaking, a voice came from a corner, sounding sarcastic, "Another one who got in through the backdoor."

Another voice chimed in, "Nowadays, any Tom, Dick, or Harry can get into the Holy City."

Yet another voice rang out, even more aggressive, "We all got in based on our own merit. Why should some people get special treatment and walk in just like that?"

The classroom erupted into noise again; some were agreeing, others were just watching the spectacle...

Class Teacher Zhou Mingyuan didn't stop them; he looked at Wang Lin: "Wang Lin, introduce yourself."

Wang Lin walked to the front of the podium, his lips curling up into a cold smile: "My name is Wang Lin. That's right, I did get in through the backdoor."

"I don't have any special skills, I just have connections. What are you going to do about it?"

The classroom went silent for a moment; no one expected him to be so blunt.

Wang Lin continued, "If you have the ability, go find some connections yourself. Isn't it shameful to call the grapes sour just because you can't reach them?"

The classroom became even quieter; no one spoke, and no one moved.

Are people who use the backdoor really this arrogant now? Is it that they were out of touch with the times, or has society changed?

Class Teacher Zhou Mingyuan glanced at Wang Lin, said nothing, turned around, and left.

The classroom grew noisy again; some were cursing him for being shameless, others were calling him arrogant...

Wang Lin ignored them, walked to the back row, and found a seat to sit down.

In another corner of the classroom, a woman was sitting there.

With her long hair draped over her shoulders, she wore a black coat with the collar turned up, covering half her face.

Her eyes were bright, and they were currently fixed on Wang Lin. She was Qiao Shuwan.

Watching Wang Lin's playboy demeanor, Qiao Shuwan's evaluation of him dropped even further, and she mentally crossed him off her list.

She had seen many playboys—arrogant ones, hypocritical ones, cowardly ones—none of them had ever caught her eye.

Wang Lin was even worse than them; at least those people knew how to put on an act, but he, on the other hand, wasn't even willing to pretend.

Such a person wasn't worth a second glance. She withdrew her gaze, lowered her head, and opened her textbook, but she couldn't process a single word.

Her mind was still replaying that look on Wang Lin's face from just a moment ago.

She had seen arrogant people, but never anyone this arrogant; she had seen shameless people, but never anyone this shameless.

He used the backdoor with such confidence and relied on his connections with such peace of mind.

Such a person wasn't worth her time.

Her father actually wanted her to marry someone like this?

She would rather marry a Mist Beast than marry such a playboy.

Wang Lin didn't know someone was watching him, nor did he know that he had already been crossed off her list.

He sat in the last row, by the window, placed his bag at his feet, put his hands in his pockets, leaned back against the chair, and looked at the gray sky outside the window.

At this moment, a boy in the seat in front turned around, looked at Wang Lin, and sized him up.

"Hey, did you really get in through the backdoor?"

"Guess."

The boy's mouth twitched: "I'm not guessing. I just want to tell you, don't be too arrogant."

"This class isn't a place where you can run wild."

"Oh? Then who is allowed to run wild here?"

The boy's expression changed; he didn't speak and turned back around.

After saying that, Wang Lin paid no more attention to the boy in front.

Leaning against the chair, his hands in his pockets, he closed his eyes.

It wasn't that he was tired; he just didn't want to talk.

He had only been in the Holy City for a few days, and he had already been interrogated at the Night Watchers headquarters,

inherited a dying Spatial Ability in the underground secret chamber of the Holy Court,

and then shoved into this so-called Holy City Academy, into some Freshman Class (3), by Bishop Qin Cang.

He hadn't recovered yet and didn't want to talk to anyone.

The bell for class rang; the first period was Superpower theory.

The teacher's surname was Liu, in his fifties, bald, and wearing a shirt that had been washed until it was faded.

He stood on the podium, opened his textbook, and began to lecture on the classification and grading of Superpowers, from Awakened to Calamity.

He spoke very slowly, repeating every point several times, fearing that the students wouldn't understand.

Wang Lin listened for less than five minutes before closing his eyes.

It wasn't that he didn't want to listen; it was that he felt there was no need to.

He had long since learned these things in actual combat and didn't need theory.

Wang Lin slumped over the desk and fell fast asleep.

Qiao Shuwan sat in another corner of the classroom, by the door.

Her gaze shifted from her textbook and landed on Wang Lin.

Seeing Wang Lin slumped over the desk, motionless like a corpse.

Qiao Shuwan frowned, withdrew her gaze, and continued reading.

The class lasted forty-five minutes, and Wang Lin slept for forty-five minutes.

The bell for the end of class rang, and he didn't wake up.

Second period, practical training, he didn't go.

Third period, history and culture, he didn't go.

Fourth period, self-study, he was still sleeping.

Qiao Shuwan didn't know when he woke up; she only knew that after he woke up, he didn't read, didn't do homework, and didn't do anything.

He just sat there, looking at the gray sky outside the window.

Qiao Shuwan's lips twitched slightly; it wasn't a smile, but a look of disdain.

Not even attending class, not even bothering to pretend—such a person was unworthy of being her classmate, let alone her fiancé.

The afternoon classes ended, and the students left the classroom one after another.

The number of people in the classroom dwindled; from dozens to a dozen, from a dozen to a few.

Footsteps approached and finally stopped beside Wang Lin.

Wang Lin looked up and saw Qiao Shuwan standing next to him.

Wang Lin looked at Qiao Shuwan and asked: "Something up?"

Qiao Shuwan frowned: "You don't know me?"

"Do you think I should know you?"

Qiao Shuwan's voice grew colder: "My name is Qiao Shuwan. Now you should know."

Wang Lin thought for a moment: "Don't know, never heard of you."

Someone nearby gasped.

Qiao Shuwan, a prominent figure at Holy City Academy, champion of the previous Inter-school League.

This kid who got in through the backdoor actually said he didn't know her, never heard of her.

Some were laughing, some were watching the show, and some were waiting for Qiao Shuwan to get angry.

Qiao Shuwan's face went even paler: "We have an arranged marriage. I am your fiancée. Now do you know?"

The classroom went silent.

No one spoke, no one moved, no one even breathed.

Everyone's gaze fell on Wang Lin and Qiao Shuwan, on that ice-cold beauty who never looked at anyone directly.

Fiancée, arranged marriage, Qiao Shuwan.

They didn't know who Wang Lin was, but they knew who Qiao Shuwan was.

Qiao Shuwan's fiancé was this person?

A playboy who got in through the backdoor? A piece of trash who didn't even attend class?

Wang Lin looked at Qiao Shuwan and was silent for a moment: "So it's you. Sorry, my father didn't tell me your name."

"He only gave me an address and told me to go check it out when I had time."

"I just arrived in the Holy City a few days ago and haven't had the chance to go yet."

Qiao Shuwan looked at Wang Lin and said coldly: "Then you don't have to go. I don't like you anyway."

Wang Lin looked at her and nodded: "Fine. Then I know."

"Just as well, you're so fierce, and you're not my type either. Let's just call off this arranged marriage."

Being rejected to her face was infuriating enough; seeing Wang Lin's indifferent attitude made Qiao Shuwan even angrier.

"You—" Qiao Shuwan didn't finish her sentence because she didn't know what to say.

The bystanders were getting restless.

"This guy has guts."

"For sure, he even dared to talk back to Qiao Shuwan."

"Just wait and see, he's definitely going to get what's coming to him."

Wang Lin looked at Qiao Shuwan: "What, you don't want to call it off? Or did you fall for me?"

"In your dreams!" Qiao Shuwan said, turned around, and left.