Peerless Cupid System

Unconvinced, he got up and lunged at the island student again.

But he didn't even touch the hem of the other person's clothes before being kicked away by the short islander.

The tall, strong boy got up from the ground. Feeling extremely embarrassed by the sight of so many classmates, he muttered "Japanese devils" under his breath.

Upon hearing the insults, the Japanese boy instantly flew into a rage, lunged forward, and delivered a powerful kick to the tall, muscular boy's stomach!

Instantly, the tall, strong boy curled up on the ground in pain, unable to utter a sound.

This scene caused many girls to scream, and the teachers who were maintaining discipline rushed over.

The teacher considered this a normal exchange of skills and was absolutely biased towards the island nation's students.

Even a blind person could see that the Japanese students were deliberately hitting people.

However, since the high school boy was the first to curse the Japanese, he was the one who was impolite.

The students watching sighed, thinking that was the end of it.

Unexpectedly, after the teacher maintaining discipline left, the short island student glanced around and, finding no one daring to spar with him, gave a contemptuous smile and muttered, "A bunch of sick men from East Asia."

This one sentence instantly ignited the anger of the surrounding students.

The girls all frowned, not to mention the boys.

A boy full of anger stepped forward to challenge the Japanese student, but he met a tragic end, losing in one move and being kicked two meters away!

Out of anger, the boys took turns challenging him.

But Chinese students are good at competing with others in academics, but when it comes to martial arts, they're a complete joke!

"You all, come at me!" The island nation student stretched out his hand, smiled contemptuously, and beckoned with his finger.

"Let's team up and kill these Japanese devils!" The furious students of Haitang decided to form a team.

The commotion had already attracted the attention of the teachers.

The island students attacked the Haitang students, and the teachers remained silent. But when the Haitang students teamed up to counterattack, the teachers panicked.

They came to maintain discipline, stopping the angry students and shouting that if they didn't want a major demerit and to be expelled, they should behave themselves.

Faced with the teachers' actions, the students of Haitang felt as bitter as if they had swallowed a bitter pill.

"Hey, are you angry? Should we go beat up that Japanese devil?" Huan Yue asked.

"So what if we beat them up? Does it represent China's rise? Does it curb the arrogance of the island nation?" Ling Ziqian asked himself.

Huan Yue was speechless. "You really have no passion. Perhaps you've been subtly influenced by Japanese anime and think that people from Japan are better?"

Ling Ziqian rolled his eyes. "I just don't want to waste my flirting points."

Just then, a voice came from the calligraphy area, "Ling Ziqian, which student is Ling Ziqian?"

"How should I call you by your name?" Su Mingxi turned her head curiously.

"Could it be someone with the same name?" Dou Xiaorong asked, her face full of curiosity.

Ling Ziqian shook his head and walked towards the calligraphy area.

In the calligraphy section, a Japanese girl dressed in a white floral kimono clutches a piece of paper tightly in her hand, looking at the students watching around her.

She spoke in broken Chinese, “Ling Ziqian, you have insulted my country and my people. Please stand up like a man and I want to reclaim the dignity that belongs to my country!”

The students standing nearby watching the calligraphy looked at each other, wondering who Ling Ziqian was.

Hearing what the Japanese girl said, Ling Ziqian's heart skipped a beat.

He remembered the boy on the bus who tried to trip him.

Damn it, I've been framed!

Chapter 92 Can you still bear to read this now?

Having figured this out, Ling Ziqian stopped in his tracks.

However, if you go to the calligraphy area, you won't fall into their trap.

However, because they heard the Japanese girl call their names, Ling Ziqian and Dou Xiaorong were already close to the calligraphy area.

As Ling Ziqian stopped and was about to turn and leave, someone shouted, "That's Ling Ziqian!"

An unremarkable-looking boy pointed at Ling Ziqian.

Immediately, everyone turned around and glared angrily at Ling Ziqian!

In everyone's eyes, Ling Ziqian wrote a note that humiliated the Japanese girl who was practicing calligraphy.

Ling Ziqian stared at the unremarkable-looking boy with a dark face. Sure enough, that person had framed him!

The boy grinned smugly and disappeared into the crowd.

Ling Ziqian wanted to go after him, but he was being watched and criticized by so many people.

If he turns and leaves, the crime of humiliating a girl from an island nation will spread throughout every school in Haitang City.

If I were to go forward, I would be humiliated.

"What happened?" Dou Xiaorong asked nervously.

"Were you framed by that person?" Su Mingxi saw the boy and guessed something.

Cui Qiuzhen's face was very pale. "I'll go explain the situation; it won't be good if the teachers maintaining discipline find out."

Ling Ziqian stopped Cui Qiuzhen and sighed, "I'll go instead."

Walk forward. The students who had been watching made way for Ling Ziqian to reach the calligraphy area.

A Japanese girl dressed in a floral kimono. Upon seeing Ling Ziqian, she was furious and showed him the note in her hand, saying angrily, "So you're Ling Ziqian? You've insulted my country, you've insulted my people!"

Ling Ziqian glanced at the note, which contained many unpleasant words, and at the end, it also left the three words 'Ling Ziqian'.

"Um..." Under the gaze of so many people, and speaking with a foreigner for the first time in his life, Ling Ziqian was extremely embarrassed. "If you wrote the note, would you leave your name on it?"

When Ling Ziqian countered with his question, the Japanese girl, being extremely clever, immediately realized that Ling Ziqian had been framed.

She blushed slightly, realizing she had acted too impulsively.

The girl didn't know who the real culprit was, and could only glare at Ling Ziqian, "I don't know the truth of the matter, but you are definitely involved. Please apologize to my country!"

Ling Ziqian couldn't bring himself to apologize to a Japanese girl in front of everyone.

It's not about ethnicity, nor is it about male dignity; it's about the fact that this incident has nothing to do with him, so why should he apologize?

The onlookers, perhaps drawn by the beauty of the Japanese girl, all clamored for Ling Ziqian to apologize.

Ling Ziqian stood there silently, like a piece of wood.

The Japanese girl was furious. She looked at Ling Ziqian seriously and said, "I, Shin Heng Nanako, challenge you. If you lose, you must apologize to me sincerely!"

Ling Ziqian raised an eyebrow. "What kind of challenge? Calligraphy?"

The Japanese girl frowned. She didn't like Ling Ziqian's dismissive tone when he mentioned calligraphy. "It's not calligraphy, it's the way of calligraphy!"

Regardless of what she called him, Ling Ziqian nodded and accepted the challenge.

The people around him started jeering, shouting that Ling Ziqian was no match for him and should quickly admit defeat so as not to embarrass the Chinese people.

Dou Xiaorong shouted angrily, "The calligraphy of the island nation originated from China. It is shameful for Chinese people not to dare to compare calligraphy with the island nation. Cowards dare to ridicule those who have courage. This world is truly absurd!"

No one expected that Dou Xiaorong, such a beautiful girl, would be so feisty.

Everyone quieted down, but quite a few people made sarcastic remarks, saying that it would be more interesting if they lost.

"If you want to write good calligraphy, you need a lot of 'ambiguity points,' are you willing to spend them?" Huan Yue chuckled.

"Besides my ambiguity level, am I completely useless?" Ling Ziqian asked Huan Yue in return.

"Oh?" Huan Yue's voice was full of surprise. "Could it be that you have this ability?"

Ling Ziqian didn't say anything, and walked to the table with the Japanese girl named Shin Heng Nanako.

On the table, there was a complete set of writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone. Shinichi Nanako looked at Ling Ziqian and said, "You go first."

"Ladies first." Ling Ziqian stood aside with great gentlemanly manners.

"Huh?" Su Mingxi asked curiously, "Ziqian doesn't seem afraid at all. Could it be that he's confident of success?"

Dou Xiaorong chuckled, "Didn't I just say that I took extracurricular classes when I was little, and Ziqian did too? He studied calligraphy!"

Cui Qiuzhen was a little curious, "But the characters he writes in his daily life don't show any signs of calligraphy at all?"

"His handwriting is usually quite good!"

"what?"

Cui Qiuzhen couldn't understand what Dou Xiaorong was saying.

Nanako Shintsune chose a large calligraphy brush, which was quite disproportionate to her petite figure.

When the brush is dipped in ink, Nanako Shin's entire demeanor changes; the brush in her hand becomes a weapon!

After a moment's thought, she pulled on the long sleeve of her kimono with one hand and picked up a pen with the other, as if going to war, and wrote the two characters for justice on the white rice paper!

She wrote in regular script, and the two characters for "justice" looked as if they had been printed from a printing press—neat, upright, full, and brimming with righteousness!

Applause and cheers erupted, and even a blind person could see that Shinji Nanako's handwriting was excellent.

After nodding and thanking him, Shinjiro Nanako wiped the sweat from her forehead, stepped aside, and looked at Ling Ziqian.

Ling Ziqian walked to the table with a slightly embarrassed expression, casually picked up a calligraphy brush, dipped it in ink, and began to write on the snow-white Xuan paper.

He writes very quickly, but his writing is far from fluent and elegant.

It seems more like they were just trying to get by, or because they were embarrassed, and wanted to finish writing quickly and leave.

Ling Ziqian completed his calligraphy creation in less than half a minute, or more accurately, in just over ten seconds.

Everyone craned their necks and looked at the table, then fell silent.

Nanako Shin's handwriting is so beautiful, it looks like it was printed.

Ling Ziqian's handwriting was so bad that it was like a scribble; no one could recognize what he was writing!

Someone burst out laughing and teased, "Hey buddy, what are you writing, cursive script?"

Ling Ziqian nodded. "That's right, it's cursive script."