The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 44 - 43: Ji Yuchen!

「Qi Middle School.」

The class bell had already rung. The senior students, who were nearing their college entrance exams, were supposed to be calm. But because of the incident in Class Seven, the entire Qi Middle School was plunged into a state of turmoil, and the seniors were no exception. Voices buzzed everywhere, discussing Qin Fan, Wang Zijun getting beaten, and Ye Haoyuan’s outburst.

Everyone could understand why the furious Ye Haoyuan had beaten Wang Zijun senseless. But for Qin Fan to act like a completely different person, utterly shattering his previous image by thrashing Wang Zijun despite being a disowned son of the Qin family—that was something these students from prominent families couldn’t explain. Even if they wracked their brains, the only explanation they could come up with was that he had gone mad. *Why did he dare? Doesn’t he care about his family? Doesn’t he care about his future?*

Amidst these perplexed discussions, Qin Fan casually stepped out of a taxi and strolled toward the school gates. Ye Haoyuan, getting out of another taxi, hurriedly scurried after him. His silent posture was that of a complete, groveling sycophant.

If Ye Haoyuan’s understanding of the title "Master Qin" had been shallow before, then watching Qin Fan kill Zhan Long at the Nine Dragons Teahouse had left him completely dumbfounded. Faced with a level of Combat Power that, to him, was akin to striking a target through a mountain, he finally understood why even his own grandfather was willing to respectfully address him as "Master Qin." He had no concept of Dark Energy Martial Artists or Transformation Realm Martial Artists, nor did he know what kind of experts they were. But he understood the principle of being able to strike through a mountain. At that moment, Qin Fan had become an absolute master in his eyes.

With the ability to strike through a mountain, who could possibly be his opponent? He could knock you down from meters away before you even got close! This was Ye Haoyuan’s somewhat naive yet endearing thought.

"Idol, see you later, ha!" Ye Haoyuan shouted fawningly as they reached the corner of the senior-year floor. Having quickly recovered from the shadow of his kidnapping, he was his usual shameless self.

"Get lost!" Qin Fan cursed with a laugh, ignoring the clown.

He walked straight to the door of Class Seven. Upon his arrival, the once-bustling classroom immediately fell into an eerie silence. More than thirty students stared intently at the figure by the door. The boys were filled with fear; the girls, with complex and tangled emotions.

"Reporting!" Qin Fan said with a faint smile, glancing at the language arts teacher who had been relatively kind to him in his past life.

"Come in," the language arts teacher replied gracefully. Knowing Qin Fan had been summoned by the principal, she didn’t question him and returned to the exam prep materials on her desk.

Without another word, Qin Fan casually stuffed his hands in his pockets and strode toward his seat. In those few short meters, the students he passed all flinched uncontrollably. He paid them no mind, however, treating everyone as if they were invisible. After sitting down, he immediately closed his eyes to rest.

Not long after, the silence that had fallen over the classroom with Qin Fan’s return was broken by the THUMP, THUMP, THUMP of footsteps. Through his Divine Sense, he perceived the language arts teacher walking toward him from the podium, holding a stack of papers. She stopped beside his desk and, without concern for the other students, spoke in a clear, pleasant voice, "Qin Fan, you need to pull yourself together. The college entrance exam is almost here. You should spend more time studying. You’re different from the others. They have options for their future, but you don’t. Getting into a first-tier university might be out of reach, but with your grades, you can still fight for a spot in a second-tier one. Here are some review materials I’ve prepared for you. Please take this seriously. You can disappoint yourself, but I hope you will try your best not to disappoint your parents."

After speaking, the teacher sighed and placed the papers on Qin Fan’s desk. Then, glancing around the room, she announced it was time for self-study and turned to leave.

In the quiet classroom, Qin Fan looked up at her retreating back and said sincerely, "Thank you."

The teacher’s footsteps faltered for a moment. With her back still to Qin Fan, a faint smile touched her lips before she continued on her way without another word.

Qin Fan picked up the stack of comprehensive review materials and glanced through them. He smiled and shook his head, but began flipping through the pages anyway. With my current abilities, I could easily achieve a perfect score if I wanted to. Still, during this boring time, I don’t mind accepting my teacher’s kind gesture.

Qin Fan spent the entire morning scanning through the books. When the dismissal bell rang, Class Seven remained quiet. No one dared to make a sound under the intimidating presence of the "mad" Qin Fan. After most of the students had filed out, one girl gritted her teeth, a look of resolve replacing the conflict in her eyes. She stood, walked around her desk, and approached Qin Fan. Unfazed by his indifferent attitude, she took a deep breath and said, "Qin Fan, I’m sorry!"

Sorry? Hmmm? A playful smile crept onto his lips. Qin Fan turned to look at Ji Yuchen, a girl with the classic makings of a great beauty, and smiled. "Sorry? What do you have to be sorry for?"

From the memories of his past life, Qin Fan was no stranger to Ji Yuchen. Of course, this was mostly because she was lauded as one of Qi Middle School’s four great beauties. Despite being classmates, the Qin Fan of his past life had barely ever interacted with her. Even though Ji Yuchen was one of the few who hadn’t mocked or ridiculed him, his inferiority complex had been so severe that he’d never mustered the courage to say a single word to the girl of his dreams. He vaguely remembered her calling his name a few times, but he had always pretended not to hear and scurried away. He was so afraid she would make fun of him, too. That was a kind of pain he didn’t want to face. He preferred to just keep his perfect admiration for her locked deep in his heart, and that was enough.

"Qin Fan, I know that people at school, including our classmates in Class Seven, bully you. So many times, I couldn’t stand to watch it, and I wanted to stand up for you, but... but I couldn’t work up the courage. I wasn’t brave enough. Later, I asked Xiaofei and the others to stick up for you, but they refused. They just laughed and called me stupid. So... so I could only watch as they bullied you. But we’re classmates, and seeing you like that made me feel awful inside. So, Qin Fan, I wanted to apologize. I’m sorry!"

She spoke as if she had summoned every ounce of her courage. After finally saying it all, Ji Yuchen let out a heavy sigh of relief, as though a weight she had been carrying in her heart for a long time had finally been lifted.

"Yuchen, then how did you find the courage to tell me all this now?" Qin Fan asked with a smile, but inside, great waves of emotion were stirring.

He never would have thought that Ji Yuchen had secretly felt this way about him. Thinking back to his past life, how he was always afraid she would mock him and never dared to respond to her... He couldn’t help but curse his own cowardice.

"I don’t know. I’ve wanted to say this to you for a long time. A while ago, I called out to you twice outside of school, hoping to tell you, but you ignored me." Ji Yuchen bit her pink lip, her clear, innocent eyes, full of sincerity, fixed on Qin Fan. She continued, "But just now, I don’t know why, it felt like I absolutely had to get these words out. It was as if some unseen force compelled me to finally apologize. Qin Fan, I’m sorry."

Qin Fan smiled faintly. It seems my rebirth has inadvertently started a butterfly effect.

There was no doubting the sincerity in her words. But if it weren’t for his recent series of shocking and out-of-character actions, would she have ever spoken the words she’d held in her heart? No. In my past life, Ji Yuchen and I never exchanged a single word. In retrospect, her not speaking up was probably for the best. Confessing her feelings to the cowardly him of the past would have been a torment for her. After all, my past self was the very definition of a hopeless case.