Red Envelope Group of the Three Realms

"Xiaobei? That guy is Chen Xiaobei?"

"When did he become so good-looking? I almost did not recognize him."

"It's him! He is Bro Bei! He is the two-timing Boss Chen!"

"Oh my goodness… Our classmate Chen Xiaobei is our school forum's most famous leading man in history!"

"What? He is the Boss Chen who beat up Wenfeng and Wong Xiaoren in public? Oh my god, I am his loyal fan!"

"This guy hid his true self too well! We've been classmates for three years, and I didn't know that he was so tough!"

"He said that he would make Dongfang Yangwei crash and burn – what does it mean?"

"Declare war! That has to be a declaration of war! Boss Chen was brave enough to fight Wenfeng, needless to say, Dongfang Yangwei would not be discounted!"

"Bro Bei! Teach him a lesson! This guy is too big of a bully!"

"Bro Bei! Teach him…"

"Teach him…"

The students' exhortations surged, it seemed that Chen's appearance had given them a tremendous sense of security.

The inhibition and anger that they had felt earlier exploded all at once.

"Alright, since everyone is asking for it, I will surely not let you down." One corner of Chen's mouth curled up into a lopsided, sinister smile as he sauntered towards Dongfang Yangwei.

"What…What do you want to do…"

Bewildered, Dongfang Yangwei backed away until he bumped against the guardrail on the stands, till there he could not take another step backward.

Chen walked over, grabbed hold of Dongfang's collar and lifted him up forcefully, "Apologize to my classmates now, or you'll have a taste of some crash and burn!"

"You… Do you want to throw me down the stands? No… You can't do that…"

Dongfang was scared out of his mind. The distance between the ground and where they were standing was at least ten meters tall. This fall is going would definitely be a crash and burn.

"Hehe, I remember Wenfeng saying the same thing. He said that I couldn't hit him, but in the end…well, you know." Chen used a little bit of his arm strength and dangled Dongfang further out.

"Ah! No!!" The thickset and well-built Dongfang let out a high-pitched scream like a girl's.

"I apologize! Sorry… I was wrong to treat your classmates like that… Sorry…" Dongfang kept apologizing. He was so scared that he nearly peed his pants.

"Fellow classmates, are you pleased?" Chen asked giddily.

"Pleased! We're very pleased!"

"Bro Bei is powerful and cool!"

"Bro Bei is f*cking cool! From today onwards, you are my idol!"

The students continued to cheer – Go ahead and to act all pompous, Dongfang, now you look like a fool!

"Alright, Xiaobei. Quick, put him down, the other classes are watching." Lin urged.

Only then Chen did release Dongfang's collar, "Get out of here!"

Dongfang Yangwei quickly scurried away with his tail between his legs. After a distance, he turned back and yelled, "Son of a bitch! So what if you possess immense strength? If you have the guts, we'll meet on the field later. I will crush you under my feet!"

Luo Bing followed behind him, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "That's right! Our class will be the overall winner! We'll crush you bunch of misfits! An incompetent teacher leading an incompetent class! Slags!"

When he had finished, they both disappeared into thin air.

"You knuckleheads, I will also torture you on the field." Chen scoffed and rolled his eyes,

"Bro Bei! Have you also signed up?"

"Bro Bei! Are you confident that you'll beat that guy?"

"Bro Bei! You can do it! We will support you forever!"

Once again, the students' fervor swelled. At this moment, Chen had become the class' pillar of spirit and determination.

"Xiaobei, the one-hundred-meter qualifying race is about to start, are you feeling good about it?" Lin asked in a soft voice.

"Don't worry, Teacher."

Chen Xiaobei waggled his brows at her, and then declared to his classmates, "Rest assured, everyone. To me, the school's sports day is the day of the strong preying on the weak. There is no way that I will lose this race! I will make sure that we secure glory for our class!"

Upon hearing this, the students burst out in joy, and they gathered all their energy into cheering for Chen.

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The qualifying race for the one-hundred-meter dash was about to begin, but before that, the contestants would have to register, received a number and then be allotted to their respective groups to prepare for the race.

There were four groups in the qualifying round. The first two winners of every group, a total of eight people, would enter the finals.

Dongfang Yangwei was assigned to the first group: he made his way quickly to the track.

He was dressed in a very tight-fitting red attire, and on his feet were a pair of nouveau-riche-gold track shoes – very garish-looking on the track.

"Bang!"

At the sound of the pistol, the race kicked off.

Dongfang was pretty good indeed. In an instant, his red figure had shot to the very front, leaving a large gap between him and the rest of the runners.

In no time at all, he was the first person to cross the line. His record was eleven seconds eight milliseconds.

The whole arena was stunned.

"Who is this guy? That's way too fast!"

"No way! Don't you know who Dongfang Yangwei is? He is our school's MVP! That was probably only 70% of his power!"

"Wow! That's way too unbelievable…"

"Then, if he used a hundred percent of his strength, wouldn't he be taking home all the medals for the races today?"

"Oh, he's not just good at running, high jumps and long jumps are also his specialties."

"That's right! I also heard him proclaiming that he wants to bring home at least ten gold medals."

"This guy is just too strong…"

In just a short moment, the discussions on the stands heated up. His head swelled up at their flattery.

After that, group two raced. Nothing unusual happened.

Chen was assigned to the third group.

Before the start of the race, Dongfang came over looking smug and taunted, "Kid! Did you see my result? Have you given up all hope? Let me tell you, I only used seventy percent of my strength!"

"Piece of shit, you were so slow it was as if you were crawling. With that crappy performance, you still want to brag in my face? Have you no shame?" Chen scoffed.

When Dongfang heard this, he nearly spat blood.

Eleven seconds eight milliseconds had shaken the entire arena.

Initially, he had run over because he wanted to see Chen's alarmed and astonished expression.

However, Chen was not affected at all. What's more, Chen even gave him an invisible slap in the face that he would never be able to forget. So slow as if he was crawling… That is really so bloody infuriating!

"Asshole! Don't you dare act so arrogantly in front of me!"

Furious and humiliated, Dongfang said, "Though you are strong, don't forget that this is a one-hundred-meter race! Just looking at your indecorous outfit, one could tell that you are an amateur! It would be so darn hilarious if you can't even win the qualifying round!

"Ready?"

Chen looked down at himself. Because he had rushed over to the field, he was still wearing a t-shirt and jeans, and on his feet was a pair of suede leather shoes.

It did not bother him at all. "Never mind, even if the strong one is not well equipped, he can still beat the weak one! Oh, I would also like to remind you, go pee a puddle and take a long hard look at your reflection: all dressed up like a sissy, are you afraid that no one would know that you are Yangwei (impotent)?"

"Take a piss and look at yourself in the reflection of the piss."