160: Chapter 160 The Underachiever - Wang Lin

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

"It just so happens that you're so fierce, and you aren't my type either. Let's just call off this childhood engagement."

Being rejected to her face was already infuriating enough, but 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 onlookers nearby couldn't sit still anymore.

"Seriously... buddy, you've really got guts, 6666."

"No kidding, he even dared to talk back to Qiao Shuwan. She's the school belle, after all..."

"Just you wait, 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 have you taken a liking to me?"

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

...

The next day, when Wang Lin walked into the classroom, he clearly felt that the atmosphere was different.

Everyone was looking at him with curiosity, surprise, disbelief, and some other indescribable emotions.

He walked to the last row, sat down, placed his bag by his feet, put his hands in his pockets, and leaned back against the chair.

The boy sitting in front of him turned around again; this time his expression was much more complicated than yesterday.

"Do you... really have a childhood engagement with Qiao Shuwan?"

Wang Lin glanced at him: "You're quite well-informed."

The boy's mouth twitched. He wanted to say something, but swallowed it back and turned around.

A girl nearby leaned in, her eyes sparkling: "Wang Lin, are you really engaged to Qiao Shuwan?"

"What kind of relationship do your families have?"

"Although Qiao Shuwan's dad runs an advertising company, he has strong connections. Who is your dad?"

Wang Lin didn't speak.

He couldn't be bothered to say anything.

The girl was snubbed, pouted, and retreated.

But the murmurs in the classroom didn't stop.

"Have you heard? Qiao Shuwan said it herself yesterday: she and that guy who used connections to get in have a childhood engagement."

"Really? Would someone like Qiao Shuwan take a liking to him?"

"It's not that she likes him, it was arranged by their families. Qiao Shuwan said right there that she didn't like him, but the kid was even harsher, straight up saying Qiao Shuwan wasn't his type, which made her so angry her face turned pale."

"Damn, he's that bold?"

"No kidding, it's already spread throughout the whole grade. Probably won't be long before the whole school knows."

Wang Lin listened to these words without much reaction.

Qiao Shuwan didn't like him, but he didn't like Qiao Shuwan either.

So fierce, like she wants to eat someone. Who does she think she is...

Wang Lin leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

Whatever, they already said to call it off, so this matter is finished.

But Wang Lin thought too simply; he underestimated Qiao Shuwan's influence in the school.

When the first class of the morning ended, the situation started to heat up.

Wang Lin didn't know how the news spread, but it was clear that the Speed of transmission was much faster than he had imagined.

During the break, there were already people pointing and whispering in the hallway.

"Is that him? Qiao Shuwan's fiancé?"

"Doesn't look like much."

"I heard he got in through connections, sleeps in class, and doesn't even go to practical training classes."

"How could Qiao Shuwan end up with someone like this?"

Wang Lin passed through the hallway, and those voices quieted down, but the gazes remained.

He didn't stop, didn't look, and went straight to the restroom.

There was gossip in the restroom too.

"How do you think someone like Qiao Shuwan got involved with a guy like that?"

"It's family stuff. No matter how impressive Qiao Shuwan is, she still has to listen to her parents at home."

"I heard Qiao Shuwan went to find him yesterday, but he talked back to her, saying something like 'You're so fierce, you're not my type'."

"Hahaha, this guy really isn't afraid of death. Will that bunch of Qiao Shuwan's pursuers let him off?"

"Just wait and see, the good show is yet to come."

Wang Lin finished washing his hands, shook the water off, and walked out.

When he returned to the classroom, he found someone else in his seat.

A boy with a buzz cut, broad shoulders, wearing a black training uniform, was sitting on his desk with his feet on his chair.

Three or four people were standing nearby, clearly there with him.

Everyone else in the classroom stayed far away; no one dared to get close.

Wang Lin walked over and stood still.

"Excuse me, move aside, you're sitting in my seat."

The boy with the buzz cut looked up, sized him up, and laughed.

"You must be Wang Lin?"

"That's me."

"I heard you have a childhood engagement with Qiao Shuwan?"

Wang Lin looked at him: "And who are you?"

Someone next to him immediately chimed in: "This is Zhao Meng, from Class 3 of the second year, Senior Qiao's... friend."

The word "friend" was said with ambiguity, and the implication was clear.

Wang Lin understood.

Qiao Shuwan's pursuer.

Or rather, someone here to pick a fight.

Zhao Meng jumped off the desk and stood in front of Wang Lin. He was half a head taller than Wang Lin and looked down at him condescendingly.

"I don't care what kind of backing you have or where you came from. Qiao Shuwan isn't someone someone like you can touch."

"You'd better stay away from her."

Wang Lin looked at him without speaking.

Zhao Meng thought he had chickened out, so he reached out and patted his shoulder with great force, clearly on purpose.

"Be sensible, it's better for everyone."

Wang Lin looked down at his patted shoulder, then raised his head and looked at Zhao Meng.

"Are you done?"

Zhao Meng was stunned.

"If you're done, then leave."

Wang Lin walked around him, sat in his seat, and closed his eyes. "So noisy."

The classroom was silent for a moment.

Zhao Meng's face turned bright red.

He, Zhao Meng, a person who could walk sideways in the second year, was being embarrassed in front of so many people by a freshman?

"You motherf—"

Someone next to him grabbed him.

"Brother Meng, let it go, there are too many people in the classroom."

Zhao Meng took a deep breath, stared at Wang Lin for a few seconds, and suddenly laughed.

That smile didn't look very pleasant.

"Fine. You've got guts, kid."

He turned and walked out, stopping at the door to look back.

"Don't leave after school. I'll be waiting for you on the Rooftop."

He finished and left.

A few people followed behind him, and their footsteps quickly disappeared at the end of the hallway.

The classroom became lively again.

"It's over, it's over, Zhao Meng asked him to meet on the Rooftop."

"Zhao Meng is a practical combatant from the second year. His Superpower is strength enhancement; he can smash a wall with one punch."

"Isn't a loser like Wang Lin, who doesn't even attend practical training, just asking for death by going there?"

"I don't think he'll dare to go."

"If he doesn't go, it'll be even more embarrassing. How will he survive in the academy in the future?"

Wang Lin kept his eyes closed, motionless.

No one knew if he had heard or not.

During the afternoon classes, Wang Lin slept as usual.

He slept very deeply, seemingly having completely forgotten about Zhao Meng's matter.

Qiao Shuwan sat in another corner and didn't look at him once all day.

But everyone knew she had heard the news about Zhao Meng asking Wang Lin to meet on the Rooftop.

When the last class of the afternoon ended, students started packing their things one after another, preparing to leave.

Some people deliberately slowed their pace as they left, wanting to see if Wang Lin would go to the Rooftop.