Extreme Almightiest Young Master

Chapter 290 How do you want to solve it?

Meanwhile, Ding Wan’er was also lying alone on her bed, suddenly feeling incredibly lonely. The cold, empty villa felt so lonely with just her living in it; there wasn’t even anyone to talk to at night. She now found herself unsure of how she’d managed to live like this in the past, persevering through such a dull and tasteless existence. How could this be considered a life fit for anyone?

Upon reflecting about herself, she had always been constantly studying up until she turned 20, when she returned to Tianhai to take over her grandfather’s Yingbo University. Therefore, before Lin Feng appeared, it was studying and work that filled all her time, making her feel incredibly fulfilled. But were studying and work really the life she wanted? She could say with certainty that it was not! Because she, just like any other girl, longed to fall deeply in love and then start her own family.

After Lin Feng came into her life, all of this began to change slowly. At first, she looked down on Lin Feng, but as he transformed, continually surprising her, he gradually took root in her heart. Before she knew it, she had grown accustomed to Lin Feng picking her up from and taking her to work every day. Sometimes, when Lin Feng couldn’t come because of other commitments, she would feel inexplicably lost, a feeling she never thought about before.

Lin Feng, he gave a sense of security that was indescribable. She still remembered the first time she let him drive her home; she was being incessantly bothered by Li Wenkai when she casually muttered a complaint, and Lin Feng responded by smashing Li Wenkai’s car. Then at the 4S shop, he bought her a new car and promised to pick her up and drop her off from work every day. It was since then that she hardly ever stayed late at work, knowing Lin Feng would be there to pick her up in the evening.

As days went by and Lin Feng showed more of his excellence, the more she fell for him. She often wondered how Lin Feng knew so much; even for a genius, it was nearly impossible to master so much. Later on, she didn’t even know how to describe him anymore, as Lin Feng’s capabilities completely surpassed normal understanding. She was already considered a genius among geniuses, but compared to Lin Feng, she felt utterly insignificant...

For some reason, and she didn’t know when it started, she always wanted to see all of Lin Feng’s abilities, to see the most perfect version of him before deciding whether to reveal to him that she was his fiancée. However, her lack of experience in love made her overlook the fact that such an outstanding man as Lin Feng would undoubtedly attract the affection of other girls. If she didn’t confess to Lin Feng soon, she might ultimately lose him.

The appearance of Shen Yao was a hard slap in her face. When had she ever had a sense of crisis? Shen Yao had only met Lin Feng a few times before deciding to pursue him so relentlessly, given that she was the daughter of a super-rich tycoon, the dream girl of many young men in Yuegang. What determination it took to chase after the one she liked, putting everything else aside in pursuit of her happiness. And indeed, she made the right move—Lin Feng was truly a man worthy of any girl’s lifelong commitment.

On the other hand, as his fiancée, she still had not confessed her feelings to Lin Feng. Sometimes, Ding Wan’er chastised herself for not being more cautious, always treating Lin Feng like any ordinary man. If she’d had Shen Yao’s courage and boldness, she wouldn’t have found herself in this incredibly awkward situation. As Lin Feng’s fiancée, she could only stand by and watch as another girl confessed her feelings—all because she avoided clarifying her relationship with Lin Feng.

What was even more unexpected was that on the first day of school, another unfamiliar girl professed her love for Lin Feng, and it seemed her relationship with Lin Feng was not just a casual one. This added fuel to the fire for Ding Wan’er, who was already upset about Shen Yao’s involvement. Now, reflecting on it all, wasn’t this situation of her own making? Allowing her personal desires to get in the way, always mindful of her status as his fiancée, always hesitating to be truthful with Lin Feng—now, even if she were to confess her feelings, she’d only be third in line. Wasn’t this ironic!

Ding Wan’er lay in bed, completely unable to sleep. For some reason, another thought crossed her mind. During the few days Shen Yao was in Tianhai, where did she stay? Ding Wan’er had called all the big hotels in the entire city, but none had a record of Shen Yao’s stay. So where was she staying? Oh no! She couldn’t possibly have been living with Lin Feng, could she? If that were the case, Ding Wan’er truly didn’t know what she would do. No wonder Shen Yao and Lin Feng’s relationship seemed to advance so rapidly, even that unfamiliar girl had said so...

The more she thought about it, the more likely it seemed that Shen Yao was living with Lin Feng. At that moment, Ding Wan’er felt as if someone were continuously pounding on her heart. She really didn’t know how to face this outcome. Was she supposed to give up on Lin Feng completely?

No! Absolutely not! A man like Lin Feng was surely irreplaceable; giving up on him was out of the question. Besides, he was already her fiancé, a status none could take from her. But what should she do about the current predicament? Ding Wan’er felt her head was about to explode, unable to come up with a perfect solution.

Unconsciously, Ding Wan’er spent the whole night deep in thought, not because she didn’t want to sleep, but because she was utterly sleepless over Lin Feng...

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The next morning, Liu Wentao and Yang Guang excitedly led the Taekwondo Association members to yesterday’s training field. The previous day had been such a joy; they had taken down Wei Jiawu, and the students had unwittingly drunk too much. But in the morning, the members of the Taekwondo Association still habitually rose early to participate in the morning exercise routine.

However, when the students arrived at the location of yesterday’s conflict, excited to start practicing their basic skills, they suddenly discovered a group of people already standing there—it was the very same members of the National Arts Association who had been chased off by their group the day before. They were gathered around a slim and tall young student clad in white casual clothes. His resolute face still appeared very youthful, resembling a freshman in his youthfulness. What was going on?

"Who are you? Are you another expert that the National Arts Association has called in, or are you their president they mentioned?" Liu Wentao looked at the person in the white clothes, only then remembering that when those people had left yesterday, they seemed to have mentioned that they had a very skilled president.

"I am the president of the National Arts Association, Wan Gang!" Wan Gang glanced at Liu Wentao, thinking to himself that it was this man who had inflicted such damage on Wei Jiawu. He didn’t seem like much, so how had he managed to defeat Wei Jiawu, whom he had taught personally? He had taught him so that he could manage the National Arts Association on a day-to-day basis, and it had never crossed his mind that someone within Yingbo University could defeat Wei Jiawu. Now, he had to take this seriously.

After the members of the National Arts Association had carried Wei Jiawu back yesterday, Wei Jiawu had called Wan Gang. Although Wan Gang had told him not to use this number unless necessary, the situation had become such that if Wan Gang did not come back, the National Arts Association would completely disperse. Thus, he had no choice but to call Wan Gang.

Wan Gang was originally a disciple of an ancient sect and had already become a peak *** martial artist by the age of 20. He had always been known as a martial arts prodigy, and he was also very cold-hearted. In his world, there was only one thing: to continuously improve his own strength. There had been an occasion when a so-called practitioner had secretly watched him train, and he had ruthlessly crippled the other person’s hand. Moreover, his martial arts were truly strong. When facing an enemy, he would strike decisively, showing no hesitation, because the National Arts he practiced were all designed to kill.

While he was training yesterday, he received Wei Jiawu’s call and learned that someone had challenged the National Arts Association and that Wei Jiawu was severely injured. This infuriated him. Since when had the Taekwondo Association become so presumptuous? If he hadn’t been focused on training, it would have never been their turn to act up, let alone injure Wei Jiawu. Did they really think the National Arts Association was unattended? Fine, I’ll show you what real National Arts are!

So, early in the morning, he brought the members of the National Arts Association to this location to wait for the Taekwondo Association. The members of the National Arts Association were excited and happy to see their legendary president, as there was now a chance for the association to turn things around. They had all heard about the young president’s terrifying skills, but none had seen them in person, though they had at least been told about them by the vice president, Wei Jiawu.

"You are here today to resolve the conflict between the National Arts Association and the Taekwondo Association, aren’t you? How do you want to resolve it?" Seeing that the president of the National Arts Association, Wan Gang, had arrived, Liu Wentao knew that today’s affair would not be easily concluded, so he took the initiative to ask, wanting to understand the meaning behind Wan Gang bringing people here.

"It’s simple, two conditions. First, you must immediately vacate this place and then each person must pay ten thousand as medical expenses for Wei Jiawu; second, each of you must break one of your own bones, you can choose where. Just meet these two conditions, and I’ll act as if nothing happened before," Wan Gang said his demands casually, as if he was discussing a trivial matter.

"What! How could that be possible!"

"Ten thousand each, why don’t you just go rob a bank!"

"What, and break our bones too? That’s just not possible!"

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When the members of the Taekwondo Association heard Wan Gang’s demands, they immediately protested. What kind of demand was this? Ten thousand for medical expenses per person was outright robbery, and to make matters worse, each person had to break a bone—this was beyond outrageous. Which bone could they break that wouldn’t interfere with their studies? This was simply impossible. How could this man be so unreasonable!