Everyone felt a sense of dread, fearing that something terrible was truly about to happen.
The boy circled around Zhu Qian and, like a cheetah, lunged with a fierce punch towards Qin Hao’s head.
Qin Hao, still kissing Tang Yue, didn’t even lift his head as his hand shot out to grab the incoming fist.
Thud.
The boy’s fist smashed into the palm of Qin Hao’s hand, and he was caught in his grip.
The scene everyone had imagined didn’t materialize, and all faces were marked with surprise—they couldn’t believe their club president’s punch had been caught.
At that moment, Tang Yue finally snapped out of it.
She trembled all over, bit Qin Hao’s lip fiercely, and then burst out from his embrace.
“You…”
She pointed at Qin Hao, overwhelmed with shame and anger.
Zhu Qian was also confused; she never expected Qin Hao to pull such a stunt and actually steal Tang Yue’s first kiss.
As Tang Yue’s close friend, Zhu Qian knew just how conservative Tang Yue was.
She now felt somewhat unable to look at Tang Yue, thinking that if it weren’t for her own fault, Tang Yue wouldn’t have been bullied by Qin Hao.
“Too weak.”
Qin Hao shook his head, turning his gaze onto the boy before lightly pushing him.
The boy trembled, stepping backwards rapidly, nearly falling to the ground.
He stared at Qin Hao in disbelief, unable to comprehend how much stronger than him Qin Hao was.
At this point, the boy didn’t even have time to be angry; he simply couldn’t believe it.
“I’ve marked you now.
From now on, you’re my woman, and you’re not allowed to have anything to do with other men,” Qin Hao then turned his gaze back to Tang Yue.
Humiliated and still in shock from Qin Hao’s easy defeat of the boy, Tang Yue heard his words and, without thinking, lashed out with a kick.
Qin Hao stood there immobile, letting Tang Yue kick him.
Thud.
A muffled sound, but Qin Hao didn’t move.
“I knew you didn’t have the heart to hit me,” Qin Hao said with a mischievous smile.
Hearing Qin Hao’s words, everyone displayed a realization—as painful as Tang Yue’s kick sounded, it definitely wasn’t with full force.
Otherwise, with Tang Yue’s strength, a normal person couldn’t just stand there without moving; even their club president would have been knocked flying.
“Yueyue, do you really like him?” the boy defeated by Qin Hao also believed Qin Hao’s words, stood up, looked at Tang Yue with a pained expression.
Tang Yue waved her hands, urgently saying, “You misunderstand, I didn’t mean that.”
“Heh, no need to explain, I know you’re worried about hurting me and don’t want to cause me pain, but I respect your choice.
This guy is indeed stronger than me,” the boy said bitterly.
Even though Qin Hao had only pushed him slightly, he knew he was no match for Qin Hao.
From Qin Hao’s physical condition, he must be an Inner Family Master.
Martial Artists are categorized into external experts and Inner Family Masters.
From the outside in, cultivating Hidden Power marks the summit of external martial arts.
Advancing beyond that is breaking through human limits to cultivate Hua Jin, reaching the pinnacle, and then producing a wisp of internal breath, which is the sign of an Inner Family Master.
As for the stages of an Inner Family Master, that was beyond what the boy could know.
He himself was just short of reaching Hidden Power, but Qin Hao was already an Inner Family Master.
An Inner Family Master is the true martial artist.
This kind of existence, so superior, unmatched in both status and future prospects, is worlds apart from the ordinary external martial artists.
Tang Yue’s face was unsightly; she realized that no explanation would work.
“You bastard,” she glared fiercely at Qin Hao, wanting to burst out.
But Qin Hao simply licked his lips, startling Tang Yue and deterring her from approaching him.
“Beating is affection, scolding is love, I’m not angry,” Qin Hao laughed heartily.
This drove Tang Yue crazy, wondering how someone could be so thick-skinned.
Everyone’s faces were filled with astonishment; the fierce tigress was actually eaten by someone and their formidable club president was no match for Qin Hao, easily defeated by him.
“And Qianqian, when I have time, I’ll go and put a stamp on it for you.
Didn’t you say you want to be my girlfriend?
Along with Yueyue, I’ve agreed,” Qin Hao said, turning his gaze to Zhu Qian, instantly draining the color from her face.
She covered her mouth, her face filled with horror.
Tang Yue looked angrily at the young girl; her bad idea resulted in Tang Yue losing her first kiss, and now she couldn’t even lash out, feeling the formidable strength of Qin Hao.
That kick just now, even if she hadn’t used her full strength, was at least eighty percent of it.
An ordinary person would have been lying on the ground howling in pain, bones broken in several places.
But Qin Hao acted as if nothing happened, as if the kick had never landed on him.
Tang Yue knew her kick had hit Qin Hao, there was only one explanation: Qin Hao was incredibly strong, so strong he could ignore that kick completely.
Being entangled with such a person, and such a shameless one at that, Tang Yue felt her future days would be full of trouble.
“Alright, I won’t bother you anymore, I’m off to class.
Bye.” After saying this, Qin Hao turned and left the place.
The crowd was at a loss; if not for the bizarre atmosphere in the Martial Arts Club, they would have thought they were dreaming.
“Liao Yu, about this situation…” Zhu Qian felt she should explain to the guy.
But before she could finish, Tang Yue interrupted her: “It is what you see, that’s it.
Qianqian, come back with me now, I have something to say to you.”
Clearly, Tang Yue didn’t want Zhu Qian to tell Liao Yu the truth.
Even though Qin Hao was an annoying fly, Tang Yue felt this might help her get rid of Liao Yu.
She wasn’t keen on Liao Yu, but he was too enthusiastic about her, always pestering her.
Although Liao Yu was a gentleman, it ultimately irked Tang Yue.
Now, using this opportunity to make Liao Yu give up on her seemed like a good thing.
“What are you doing?
Why aren’t you explaining to Liao Yu?”
As the two walked outside, Zhu Qian frowned and spoke with displeasure.
“Getting Liao Yu to give up is a good thing.
Don’t tell him the truth; otherwise, I’m worried he will go looking for trouble with Qin Hao.
What if Qin Hao hurts him in response?” Tang Yue glanced at Zhu Qian, who was being rather stubborn.
Zhu Qian’s expression showed sudden understanding; she had not considered this.
“Let’s not talk about this now.
You totally screwed me over today; that guy took my first kiss.
I’m at a huge loss,” Tang Yue said through gritted teeth.
Zhu Qian felt a bit guilty, and tentatively suggested, “Shall we just give up on messing with him then?”
“No way, I’m irreconcilable with him,” Tang Yue shook her head, clenched her fist, and spoke coldly.
“But we can’t beat him,” Zhu Qian said, dumbfounded.
Tang Yue sneered, saying coldly, “Someone can beat him.”