Lin Chen's gaze turned icy as he lifted his head to see a fashionably dressed student slowly walking towards him.

The boy was handsome, decked out in designer brands, and exuded arrogance—clearly a rich second-generation kid.

Yang Jia's eyes coldly fixed on Lin Chen as he said icily, "Aren't you aware that this spot is off-limits?"

"Off-limits? You've been watching too many movies!" Lin Chen chuckled, undisturbed.

"Hmph, a rustic like you probably doesn't understand the rules, huh? Su Xiaobei and I are the chosen ones, we belong to a certain class of people, and what are you?" Yang Jia, full of arrogance, pointed at Lin Chen and said.

"Oh, is that so?" Lin Chen reached out and grabbed Yang Jia's finger, applying force suddenly.

Yang Jia's face changed drastically, and he instantly let out a pained scream.

"Let go of me! How dare you lay a hand on me, you're dead meat," said Yang Jia, his once haughty demeanor gone, his face turning pale in an instant.

"Emma, you scared me to death. The chosen one is angry; baby is so frightened!" Lin Chen feigned terror, yet his grip intensified.

Nobody in the classroom had expected Lin Chen to strike without a word, and even more shocking was that his target was Yang Jia.

Yang Jia was well-known throughout Capital City University, one of the notorious Four Young Masters of Capital City University, the future heir to the Yang Corporation, and his father was one of the directors of the Capital City Group.

The reason why no one dared to sit next to Su Xiaobei was precisely because of his presence.

He had made it clear that anyone who dared to take that spot would have to leave Capital City University.

Now not only had Lin Chen taken that spot, but he had also dared to strike Yang Jia. To everyone, this seemed like courting death.

At that moment, seeing the miserable state of Yang Jia, everyone felt a chill in their hearts because they knew that the harder Lin Chen struck, the more miserable his own end would be.

"Ah, ah! You brat, I won't let this slide!" Yang Jia screamed, his face as swollen as a pig's liver, his eyes filled with resentment.

"Kneel down," Lin Chen's voice was icy as he applied even more strength to his grip.

Finally unable to bear the pain, Yang Jia fell to his knees with a thud.

The classroom fell into a stunned silence, everyone's eyes wide as they beheld the scene before them.

Had this guy gone mad? He had actually made Yang Jia kneel before him.

Lin Chen said coldly, "I hate those who show off in front of me the most. Anyone who dares to act tough in front of me, I'll turn him into a damn fool." Saying this, Lin Chen looked coldly at Yang Jia.

"Understand?" Lin Chen said icily.

"I understand, I understand," Yang Jia, feeling as if his fingers were about to break, couldn't care less about his image and hurriedly agreed.

Cool and domineering; powerful and awe-inspiring!

Witnessing Lin Chen's chilly expression, everyone felt a sense of dread and marked Lin Chen as someone not to be provoked.

Lin Chen nodded, then finally released his hand: "You can get lost now."

Yang Jia, as if pardoned, hurried to the classroom door but then stopped, venom in his eyes.

"Kid, you're done for. How dare you touch me; I'll make your life a living hell."

Yang Jia's hatred for Lin Chen had reached its peak. Today, having been made to kneel by Lin Chen, he felt he had lost all face, especially in front of Su Xiaobei, whom he had always been pursuing.

"Honey, I need to borrow 'Inner Canon of Huangdi' for a moment."

In the midst of the students' bizarre expressions, Lin Chen picked up the copy of the Inner Canon of Huangdi and threw it out.

"Holy moly!" Seeing the spinning book flying toward him, Yang Jia turned pale with fright and tried to run away.

But the Inner Canon of Huangdi, as if it had eyes, smashed into Yang Jia's leg.

"Thud!"

With a dull sound, Yang Jia toppled over face-first, actually rolling out of the classroom.

"To think you'd chatter so much when asked to scram, you braindead fool." Lin Chen dusted off his hands and sat back down in his seat.

Damn!

All the students looked at Yang Jia, who had rolled out of the classroom, wearing expressions of disbelief.

Still, many of them were bewildered, wondering about what he had just said about borrowing his wife for nourishment, unsure of what he meant by that.

When Lin Chen had first entered the classroom, many had looked down on his cheap street vendor clothes, but now their gazes were filled with awe, fear, and admiration.

At that moment, Lin Chen turned his head and, looking at Su Xiaobei staring at him as if he were a monster, blushed shyly and said, "Wife, have you been conquered by my domineering valor? Have you fallen in love with me? Are you giving me the eye with those looks..."

Being called "wife" repeatedly made Su Xiaobei blush to the tips of her ears, her pretty face frosty as she said coldly, "You're sick, who's your wife?"

"Sick? NO, NO, NO my body is in perfect health, strong enough to slay enemies on the battlefield and to father children in bed," Lin Chen said, puffing out his muscular chest.

At this moment, Su Xiaobei suddenly had a thought. Her father had indeed mentioned finding her a boyfriend a few days earlier. It couldn't be this guy, could it?

However, this guy was shameless to the core, totally lacking in integrity.

The boy her father spoke of was supposed to be handsome, valorous, and cultured, not at all the same type as this one!

"Wifey, about what I said earlier in the hallway, I didn't finish. You're sick, so you need to let me touch your butt!"

So infuriated she almost spewed blood, Su Xiaobei thought, "I must be sick to let you touch my butt!"

"The one who's sick is you, your whole family's sick, and I don't know you, nor am I your wife. Please stop harassing me," Su Xiaobei finally snapped, her patience worn thin. If it weren't for being in the classroom, she might have even screamed at him.

"Wife, how can you speak that way about your future husband? At first, I did have some reservations about you, but after seeing more of you, I think you're, well, passable. Despite a tiny bit of grievance, I've decided to grudgingly accept you."

"You, you..." Su Xiaobei was just about to lose her mind. She swore she had never met anyone as brazen as this guy before, and now he dared to claim he felt aggrieved? At this point, Su Xiaobei was nearly driven mad.

Seeing Su Xiaobei's lovely face turn crimson with rage, Lin Chen finally stopped teasing and said seriously, "Wife, I'm being serious. You really are sick."

Su Xiaobei was about to lose her temper when Lin Chen continued, "Do you suffer intense pain with every menstrual cycle, feel incredibly cold, and bleed excessively?"

Su Xiaobei froze instantly; how did this guy know her symptoms so well? That was a secret only her mother knew.

"Hey, you there, the new guy, get out here."

While Su Xiaobei was still in a daze, a rough voice suddenly came from the doorway.

Seeing the person standing at the door, both Su Xiaobei and the other students were taken aback.

It wasn't just anybody—it was the Demon Lord of Mayhem, Chen Yan, from Capital City University, and right behind him, with a face swollen high and a venomous stare, was none other than Yang Jia.

"Oh my God, he actually brought the Demon Lord of Mayhem; this kid's a goner," all the classmates pitied Lin Chen, as if they could already see him getting beaten up.