I became a Sword Emperor in the Martial Arts World

Chapter 18 I like big breasts

The more Ye Qingzhou treated her like trash, the more resentful Yun Shanshan became, finding it hard to let go of him.

In her mind, the boy in front of her used to be so subservient and demanding, always at her beck and call. Why shouldn't he stop being her devoted follower now?

They just stopped licking me without asking my opinion?

It's incredibly irresponsible to lack even this much perseverance and dedication!

Bah, scumbag!

Of course, what Yun Shanshan was most unwilling to accept was that Ye Qingzhou had shown the potential to become a professional martial artist. Faced with such a sought-after potential stock, she did not want to miss it no matter what.

"Ye Qingzhou".

"Speak quickly if you have something to say."

"Shall we go back to the way things were?"

"not good."

"Why? Is it because I rejected your confession?"

"no."

"What is that?"

"Mainly because I like big breasts."

Ye Qingzhou looked serious. After all, what's wrong with a man liking big things?

"you!"

Yun Shanshan was so angry that her chest almost swelled up a size, and her lungs felt like they were about to explode. She was first-class in both appearance and temperament, and was good in every way. Her only shortcoming was that she was too plain and unremarkable.

But Ye Qingzhou just had to bring this up!

What a despicable, shameless, stingy, vulgar, shallow, fickle, and heartless scumbag!

Ye Qingzhou didn't bother with Yun Shanshan's thoughts at the moment. His tone was very impatient: "If you want to learn martial arts in the future, bring money and come find me. One thousand yuan per minute, guaranteed to teach you until you learn, no cheating. If you don't have money, go cool off somewhere else and don't waste my time, understand?"

After saying that, he left, leaving Yun Shanshan standing there bewildered in the wind.

A few minutes later, Ye Qingzhou strode into Class 7's classroom with an air of nonchalance, and sat down in his seat amidst the attention of everyone.

"Zhou-ge, where's your math homework? Can I copy it?"

"No, I didn't."

"What the hell? What's wrong with you now? What were you doing last night? You didn't even do your homework? Don't you act like a student at all?"

Huang Liwen looked like he had seen a ghost. After all, the former "Ye Qingzhou" was a well-known good student in the class, and she always completed her homework on time.

"Practicing swordsmanship."

Ye Qingzhou spoke in a matter-of-fact tone, as if it were the only way it should be.

"Sword practice? Upward or downward?"

"Hmph, the Dog-Beating Sword Technique, want to give it a try?"

Huang Liwen was about to make a casual remark when he remembered how Ye Qingzhou had easily taken Xu Yuebing's sword with his bare hands yesterday. He immediately backed down: "Hmph, a gentleman uses words, not fists. I'm a civilized person, I won't stoop to your level."

Just as the two were joking around, Nong Pengming, the "know-it-all," sat down in front of Ye Qingzhou with a mischievous grin: "Well done, old Ye, you're a real hidden talent."

Ye Qingzhou was greatly surprised upon hearing this: "How do you know that my wind manipulation skills have reached a level of mastery?"

Upon hearing this, Nong Pengming, whose face was practically off from the entrance, immediately darkened, his mood turning extremely annoyed: "Damn it, who asked you that? I was talking about Xu Yuebing! Do you understand Xu Yuebing?"

"Huh? Why bring her up?"

"Still pretending with me?"

Nong Pengming raised his long, thin eyebrows: "You're quite the hidden talent, kid. By the way, how did you manage to win over Xu Yuebing? As far as I know, quite a few boys from our school have been pursuing her, but she's always kept everyone at arm's length. I never expected that even the Ice Fairy's eternal ice could be melted by your fiery passion."

"rumor."

Ye Qingzhou rolled her eyes, leaned back in her chair, and didn't bother to explain further.

But how could Nong Pengming believe that?

"She even gave you her Flying Frost Sword, which she never lets go of. What else could it be but a token of love? Now the news of your secret engagement has spread throughout the school. We're classmates, so please satisfy my curiosity. Tell me how you managed to win over the white moonlight of our school."

"???"

Ye Qingzhou was completely bewildered: "Wait, how did this news get out?"

"That's what Brother Wen said."

"!!!"

Huang Liwen, who was copying homework, turned around, grinned at Ye Qingzhou, and said smugly, "That's right, it was me who betrayed you again."

"Can't you do something reliable? Stop messing around with matchmakers."

Ye Qingzhou gave him a disdainful look, then closed her eyes to rest. The most important thing now was the Qinglan Sword Fighting Tournament, and she had to make preparations as quickly as possible.

During the last two periods of the morning, Ye Qingzhou was practicing swordsmanship alone by the playground.

He was completely focused, ignoring the strange looks from those around him, and was deeply engrossed in deducing how the finishing touch sword technique was integrated with the wind.

Yesterday's Cherry Blossom Divine Sword gave him great inspiration. Combining the finishing touch of the technique of channeling and exerting force with the internal breathing method of the wind, it was obviously very promising. With a little optimization, the power of the sword energy he could unleash should be able to reach even greater heights.

Just as Ye Qingzhou was single-mindedly improving his sword techniques, a tall figure suddenly appeared at the edge of the playground, and his menacing appearance quickly attracted everyone's attention.

This man was two meters tall, with dark skin, thick hair, and a body as large as a silverback gorilla. Yet, when he walked, he gave people a sense of incongruity, as if he were light, agile, and moving with incredible speed.

In summary, it can be summed up in five words: fat, but agile.

"It's Hou Fei!"

"What's he doing here?"

"They're definitely here to cause trouble for Ye Qingzhou. I heard Hou Fei has been pursuing Xu Yuebing, but he's been rejected every time."

"He looks like a chimpanzee from the West. Even if School Beauty Xu were blind, she wouldn't be interested in him."

"This is going to be interesting."

As the top athlete in the track and field club of the fighting center, Hou Fei is the "Flying Kick" among the five kings of "sword, fist, palm and leg" at Linjiang No. 1 Middle School.

Don't let his large size fool you into thinking he's clumsy. In fact, Hou Fei is not only incredibly agile, faster than a galloping horse, but his kicking skills are also top-notch. He's especially skilled at chain flying kicks and has sent countless powerful opponents flying in the ring.

As one of Xu Yuebing's many suitors, Hou Fei is known throughout the school for his ugly appearance and violent personality. Seeing him running towards the playground where the second-year students have physical education class with a murderous look on his face, it must be something bad.

Seeing that things were going badly, Huang Liwen quickly ran to warn Ye Qingzhou: "You pig-headed Ye, get out of here!"

At this moment, Ye Qingzhou sat cross-legged under the shade of a tree, surrounded by fallen leaves. He remained calm and composed, showing no signs of emotional fluctuation: "Quiet, I am practicing my sword."

"Damn it, Hou Fei is about to kill us, what's the point of training anymore!"

Seeing that Ye Qingzhou was still sitting still, Huang Liwen became anxious and angry.

Just as he was about to step forward and grab Ye Qingzhou, a thunderous roar suddenly came from behind him: "You are Ye Qingzhou!"

Hou Fei truly lived up to his nickname "Flying Kick," his movements were incredibly fast.

He grinned maliciously, clenching his fists so tightly they cracked, and strode towards Ye Qingzhou.

Huang Liwen glanced at Hou Fei's muscular physique, then looked back at Ye Qingzhou's thin frame, and felt a deep sense of despair: "It's over, it's over, Ye is definitely going to get a beating today."

Just as Hou Fei's smile grew increasingly sinister, and everyone thought Ye Qingzhou was about to suffer a beating, Ye Qingzhou made her move.

(End of this chapter)