The Invincible Strongest Student

Zhou Mi bit down with tremendous force. Even Lin Tian, a lower-ranked Martial Artist, felt a sharp pain that made him grimace, veins popping out.

Lin Tian felt like the flesh on his shoulder was about to be bitten off. He quickly grabbed Zhou Mi's slightly chilly neck. With a lift, he managed to make her release.

Lin Tian glanced at his shoulder out of the corner of his eye. Next to his collarbone, there were two clear rows of teeth marks, still oozing blood.

"Are you a dog?" Lin Tian couldn't help but curse.

"Pfft." Zhou Mi spat out the blood in her mouth, then turned her head away.

Lin Tian was so angry his face turned pale. He sat up, straddling Zhou Mi's waist as if riding a horse, and raised his hand. Without mercy, he slapped Zhou Mi's round bottom with a loud "smack."

Zhou Mi's body trembled as if electrocuted, then her face turned red. She glared at Lin Tian fiercely and said, "I'll kill you."

Hearing this little girl's threat, Lin Tian didn't get angry. Instead, he smirked inwardly, raised his hand again, and slapped her round bottom once more.

Though she wore a small black skirt, Lin Tian could still feel the soft, bouncy texture of the delicate bottom underneath.

Zhou Mi, who had been pampered like a little princess since childhood, had never been bullied by a man like this before—hugged and tossed around. Now he's sitting on her waist, spanking her behind.

Zhou Mi suddenly struggled wildly. Soon, her hands were grabbed by Lin Tian, unable to move an inch.

With no chance to struggle, Zhou Mi only felt her backside burning and her heart souring. With a loud "wah," she burst into tears.

Lin Tian looked at Zhou Mi, who was crying like a child, unsure of what to do for a moment.

He quickly rolled off and stood up from Zhou Mi's body, gently rubbing her head with his hand. "Please don't cry, alright? Winning and losing are common in warfare. Crying because you can't win is just being a sore loser."

Unexpectedly, Zhou Mi cried even louder and more sadly. Lin Tian was at a loss, scratching his head and face, not knowing what to do.

No girl had ever cried in front of him before, and inexperienced Lin Tian didn't know how to console her; he just felt like his head was about to explode.

He sought help with a look from Feihong Association members nearby. To his surprise, they seemed equally stunned, eyes wide, mouths agape, probably thinking: Is that crying little girl really our boss?

Helpless, Lin Tian squatted down and soothed in a low voice, "Zhou Mi, please stop crying. I admit defeat, all right? From now on, I'm one of your followers. I'll do whatever you say, is that okay?"

Even after Lin Tian spoke, Zhou Mi continued crying nonstop, as if facing the biggest grievance in the world.

Lin Tian also felt quite wronged. If he had known girls were this terrifying, who would fight with her?

No wonder some people always arrogantly say: I never hit girls!

Lin Tian now felt he understood this sentiment profoundly. Zhou Mi, who was lofty and domineering just now, was now like a little girl. He couldn't scold her, and he couldn't coax her.

Suddenly, Zhou Mi turned over and sat up from the ground. She hugged Lin Tian around the neck, resting her head on his shoulder.

Lin Tian was startled, thinking this woman might bite him again, but there was no pain on his shoulder, only Zhou Mi's soft sobbing.

What is happening now?

Lin Tian was a bit baffled. He thought a bite would be better than her continuing to cry.

"I'm sorry, please stop crying, okay?"

Zhou Mi thought this blockhead was so dumb. Why did he keep repeating the same words? Couldn't he say something else?

Lin Tian did want to say something else, but he honestly didn't know what to say to stop Zhou Mi's crying.

Looking at Zhou Mi holding him without moving, Lin Tian lightly patted her back with his hand.

Suddenly, Zhou Mi leaned against Lin Tian's shoulder and said softly, "Winning is winning, so why admit defeat? I'm not someone who can't afford to lose, but I can't give you Feihong Association. Make another request, as long as I can do it."

Lin Tian felt less interested in Feihong Association after Zhou Mi's tantrum. He sighed and said, "I don't want Feihong Association, just don't cry."

Zhou Mi was startled. She looked up at Lin Tian's handsome face, her heart skipped a beat, and suddenly her cheeks felt hot. She then buried her head back on his shoulder, inhaling the scent of Lin Tian, and asked in a very small voice, "Is it really that simple?"

Lin Tian nodded and then said, "I have one more condition."

What is it? Zhou Mi became tense. Could he want me to be his girlfriend...?

No way! Absolutely not! He already has a girlfriend.

But looking at their relationship, it doesn't seem that great. Would he dump his current girlfriend and then pursue me?

If he pursued me, should I accept?

Lin Tian had no idea what Zhou Mi was thinking and said seriously, "Let my girlfriend and I join the street dance club. She loves dancing."

At that moment... Zhou Mi felt her heart was about to break!

How could his request be this...

Zhou Mi felt a bit disappointed and sour. That girl is just a little prettier, with a better figure. What else is better than me?

Feeling quite unhappy, Zhou Mi gently punched Lin Tian's chest and complained, "Your girlfriend treats you like that, and you're still so nice to her?"

Lin Tian smiled and whispered in her ear, "I have a secret I want to tell you."

Zhou Mi's heart felt sweet, and she urged repeatedly, "What is it? Tell me quickly."

"She's not my girlfriend, just a classmate and good friend from high school. She has too many suitors, so she asked me to pretend."

Zhou Mi felt the darkness in her heart disappear instantly, and she became brighter. She hugged Lin Tian's neck even tighter.

Lin Tian sensed the strength in Zhou Mi's hands, and he whispered in her ear, "Can you get up now? Wipe the tears off your face. They're all watching."

Zhou Mi stood up reflexively, realizing that the subordinates were still staring at her in surprise, and her face turned red.

Zhou Mi glared at those subordinates and pouted, "Why are your eyes and mouth so wide open? Can't a girl cry for a while?"

Perhaps those subordinates had never seen Zhou Mi in such a girlish manner, and it took them quite a while to recover from the shock.

"We're going to practice dancing... Boss, you guys chat, you guys chat."

With that, a group of them rushed into the dance studio.

Before fleeing, those people gave Zhou Mi several teasing glances, making her face red and not daring to look at Lin Tian's face.

"You..."

"You..."

They both spoke at the same time, then stopped when they saw the other start to speak.

"You go first," Lin Tian said, feeling the atmosphere was particularly strange, yet couldn't pinpoint why.

With her head down, Zhou Mi mumbled softly, "I just bit your shoulder and made it bleed. Should I help you bandage it?"

Lin Tian glanced at his shoulder, and the blood had stained his clothes red.

"It's just a small wound..."

"No way! It would be troublesome if it gets infected!"

"We're all medical students; I know how to handle this kind of wound. It's not really appropriate for a girl to help me with this..."

"I don't mind, so why are you embarrassed? Hurry up, stop dawdling."

After speaking, Zhou Mi headed into a room next to the dance studio.

Helplessly, Lin Tian had no choice but to follow her inside.

Upon entering the room, Lin Tian realized it was the changing room, and there were no girls present. Zhou Mi directly led him to the women's changing room.

The women's changing room had several large storage lockers, two large mirrors, and several rows of uniquely styled street dance clothes hanging on racks, as well as a few small changing stalls separated by plywood.

Zhou Mi opened a locker and took out some gauze, cotton swabs, disinfectant, and a bottle of Yunnan Baiyao Cake.

"Take off your clothes," Zhou Mi said without turning her head.

It was the first time a girl said that to him, and Lin Tian shivered, shook his head to dispel dirty thoughts, and took off his T-shirt.

Holding the pile of medical supplies, Zhou Mi didn't dare face Lin Tian directly, only glanced at Lin Tian's physique from the corner of her eye.

Bronzed skin, a toned abdomen, and those lines that drive girls crazy.

"I didn't expect this guy to look so lean, yet his figure is so impressive."

With her flushed face, Zhou Mi stood behind Lin Tian, her heart pounding wildly, feeling more nervous than she ever did on stage.

Next, Zhou Mi shifted her gaze to Lin Tian's shoulder.

A wound, already scabbed, looked like two crescent moons, so conspicuous. It made Zhou Mi feel frightened and instantly regretful for being so forceful—really a heartless woman.

Lin Tian observed Zhou Mi's every move through the big mirror in front. Seeing her cover her mouth in surprise was amusing; weren't you the one who did it, so why be surprised?

Both of them, lost in their thoughts, remained silent.

In the quiet changing room, Zhou Mi carefully applied disinfectant and Yunnan Baiyao Cake to Lin Tian.

Lin Tian felt Zhou Mi's finger touch him; it was smooth, ticklish, and somewhat cool, but very soothing.

Next, Zhou Mi applied some ointment on a folded square gauze and then stuck it on Lin Tian's shoulder, securing it with medical tape. The job was finally done.

Lin Tian put on his clothes and said, "Thank you, I should be going now."

"You can leave, but you need to leave something behind first." Zhou Mi finally raised her face, seriously looking at Lin Tian.

Lin Tian took a step back and asked in confusion, "What?"

"Your phone number, dummy."