Chapter 677 — The Vest Guy
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Zhu Xiaozhang and Wang Shubin were both bundled up in thick, warm ice-hockey gear, while Kang Jingming, in short-sleeved vest and shorts, sat in the stands with his teeth clenched tight.
"Damn, what a tough guy!" The people in the rink gaped at Kang Jingming's attire and could not help but exclaim.
"That's just incredible, isn't it? He's practically the Vest Guy!" A young girl pulled out her phone, preparing to snap a photo of Kang Jingming and post it online -- a new generation of "Guy" was born!
Kang Jingming had been shivering so hard his teeth chattered, but hearing everyone in the rink marveling and praising him, his vanity was instantly satisfied, and he even struck a pose for the girl taking pictures.
"Look at that guy -- what a constitution, wearing a vest and shorts in here!" A man in glasses spoke with real envy. "We couldn't do it. Too many women, and the body wears out -- can't take the cold anymore!"
Kang Jingming was bursting with pride. He thought to himself: I've had my share of women too, but look at me -- I'm a legend!
Just as Kang Jingming was preening, a sudden chill swept over him, and he could not help but sneeze: "Ah-ah-ah-ah-choo--"
The snot came blasting out with it, splattering everywhere, sticky and thoroughly disgusting.
"Well, hell -- turns out he's no tough guy, just a poser trying to look cool! And here I thought he wasn't even cold!" The same fellow who had marveled earlier could not help but sneer when he heard Kang Jingming sneeze.
The young woman holding up her phone to snap pictures wore an expression that turned spectacular in an instant; it seemed "Tank Top Bro" was about to become "Poser Bro" -- or maybe "Snot Bro"!
As for the bespectacled man, he cast Kang Jingming a look of pity and said, "Pal, you're worse off than me! I'm this frail and I haven't sneezed once -- you're really bottom of the barrel, aren't you?"
Kang Jingming was instantly ashamed and furious, his face flushing red, yet he had no way to retort. Zhu Xiaozhang, however, could not stand it any longer. He rose to his feet, jabbed a finger at the gossips, and barked arrogantly, "What the hell are you staring at? Never seen anyone cultivate before? Young Master Ming came here to train his arts -- what would you lot know about it?"
Cultivate? Coming here to cultivate by bubbling snot out his nose? Was his brain defective? The onlookers shook their heads in speechless exasperation and paid Kang Jingming no further mind.
Kang Jingming had lost face, but when he thought of his plan to win the girl, he knew he had to see it through -- he could not give up halfway! He simply had to catch a cold through his training, no matter what!
"Ah--ah--ah--choo!" Kang Jingming sneezed again.
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Under Can Lang's lead, the media of Songshan City had swung almost entirely to one side, all of them railing against First High School and painting it as a demonic school, a den of terror!
In fact, apart from that one interview with Can Lang, Gu Pengzhan and Ding Binggong had not faced any media since, and as for the hospital's emergency room -- even if the press wanted in, the hospital would never approve it. So the news outlets had no idea of the latest developments.
Unwilling to fall behind, they could only rehash Can Lang's leftovers, tweaking his articles and republishing them, while the television stations ran special reports on the affair as well. As a result, parents of students at Songshan City First High School all began looking into transferring their children to other schools.