Dashing Student-Chapter 686, I advise you not to meddle in other people’s affairs

Chen Nan's movement froze in mid-air, a sharp displeasure flashing through his eyes like a knife gliding through a cold pond, particularly glaring in the dim room.

The sound of pounding on the door from outside made the window lattices tremble, causing the veins on Chen Nan's forehead to throb.

He never imagined anyone would dare to rudely interrupt his delight!

He took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently, his Adam's apple rolling up and down.

The scorching flame that had just ignited within him rampaged, and he suppressed it with all his strength beneath his tense muscles.

Shen Qinglan also awoke from a dazed state, her rosy lips puckered in discontent, her pearly teeth slightly biting down to leave a shallow mark.

The flush on her cheeks still held traces of passion, now tinged with annoyance: "Who's being such a buzzkill?"

"I'll go have a look!" Chen Nan said with frustration, grabbing his scattered jacket, the fabric rustling in the air.

As he strode towards the clinic door, his steps were so heavy that the floor seemed to tremble slightly, revealing just how angry he was!

Not only was his moment of joy interrupted, but the forceful door-pounding felt very disrespectful, an offense to him!

As he swung the heavy wooden door open with a loud bang.

Blinding sunlight instantly poured in, casting a dazzling band of light on the bluestone floor.

Swirling dust rolled within the beam, outlining the silhouettes of the people outside the door.

A young woman in her twenties stood with her hands on her hips at the foot of the stairs, her black martial arts attire dull under the sunlight.

Her stance on tiptoe was like an unsheathed sword, exuding an aggressive aura from head to toe.

The sunlight cast a sharp shadow across her high nose bridge!

Behind her, over a dozen men in matching white martial arts attire formed a fan-like array, resembling a spread-out folding fan.

Their bronzed skin taut with muscle, their breathing strong and steady, temples slightly bulging, surrounded by the unique blood aura of martial artists. A faint rust-like smell permeated the air.

"Who are you people?" Chen Nan's voice was ice-coated, his gaze sweeping coldly over the crowd, leaving behind a trail of frost wherever it landed.

"My name is Zhang Qingxue, from Zhang's Martial Arts Academy!" The woman lifted her chin, her high black ponytail forming a sharp arc in the wind, its ends brushing against her well-defined jawline.

The close-fitting martial arts gear perfectly outlined her powerful waistline, slightly rising and falling with her breath, the waist sash lightly fluttering in the breeze.

Chen Nan squinted, his thick lashes casting a shadow under his eyes: "And then?"

Zhang Qingxue snorted coldly, suddenly stepping forward half a step with her right foot.

With a crisp "snap", the bluestone ground was shaken into fine dust: "I heard Wu Qiong is here with you, right? Let her come out, I want to challenge her!"

Chen Nan's brows furrowed abruptly, the veins on his forehead faintly visible.

Wu Qiong just arrived at his clinic for treatment, yet someone was here to provoke... The timing seemed too coincidental!

Even so, he remained unmoved, lightly brushing nonexistent dust from his sleeve, speaking in a calm tone: "Indeed Wu Qiong is at my clinic!"

"However…" he deliberately paused, his gaze slicing across Zhang Qingxue's face like a blade: "She's severely injured and hasn't recovered enough to indulge Miss Zhang's interest in sparring!"

Zhang Qingxue disdainfully raised her eyebrows, her long brows almost touching her temples, a mocking curve appearing at the corner of her mouth: "Severely injured and not recovered? When did the descendants of the Wu family become so delicate?"

She advanced a step further, the hem of her martial attire lifting slightly with her movement, revealing a tight calf, its muscle tone gleaming healthily under the sun.

The disciples behind her also moved forward, their uniform footsteps rumbling like thunder in front of the clinic, an atmosphere of tense aggression filling the air, even the cicadas in the trees suddenly fell silent.

"Or perhaps…" Zhang Qingxue narrowed her eyes, thick lashes casting shadows under her eyes, her tone blatantly provocative: "Is she afraid?"

Chen Nan's gaze darkened, as if stars glinted coldly in his eyes.

He suppressed his impatience, his knuckles tapping a dull rhythm on the door frame: "Miss Zhang, I don't know what past grievances you have with Wu Qiong, but now, Wu Qiong is my patient, and I can't allow you to disturb her recovery!"

"Patient?" Zhang Qingxue scoffed, her white teeth flashing coldly in the sunlight, pressing aggressively: "I think she's hiding with you, afraid to face others!"

No sooner had she spoken than a disciple behind her chimed in: "The Wu family's martial arts academy holds the strongest influence among many in the provincial city, surely the descendants wouldn't lack the courage to face a challenge?"

With these words.

The disciples from Zhang's Martial Arts Academy burst into laughter, their guffaws swirling around the clinic like a noisy bunch of crows!

Chen Nan's gaze turned frigid, his aura suddenly sharp, making his robe billow without wind.

He stepped forward slowly, the bluestone beneath his foot groaning under the weight, the sound deep and cold: "Miss Zhang, I'll say it again—please leave!"

Zhang Qingxue showed no sign of retreat, rather she raised her chin, her fair neck pulling into a graceful arc, her eyes brimming with fighting spirit: "What? Do you wish to step in on her behalf?"

No sooner had she spoken, she'd stealthily clenched her right hand into a fist, knuckles tightly wound producing a snapping sound, clearly ready to strike at any time.

The disciples behind her also assumed starting positions, the air suddenly filled with the scent of gunpowder. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

Chen Nan: "I don't wish to step in for anyone."

His voice wasn't loud, but everyone heard him clearly: "But Wu Qiong is my patient now, given that, I won't allow you to harm her even a bit in my clinic!"

Zhang Qingxue turned red with anger, her cheeks flushing: "Chen, I advise you not to meddle in others' affairs."

She uttered each word distinctly, each word squeezed out as if through clenched teeth: "Otherwise, I wouldn't mind tearing your clinic down!"

Chen Nan let a faint, intriguing smile curve his lips: "What if I insist on meddling?"

Just at this tense moment.

A burly disciple behind Zhang Qingxue suddenly barked loudly: "Arrogant guy, today I'll show you what happens when you meddle!"

He charged forward suddenly, the bluestone fracturing underfoot, rushing towards Chen Nan like a tiger out of its cage.

This disciple's arms were knotted with muscle, his right fist ripping through the air straight for Chen Nan's face.

The fist wind surged, blowing Chen Nan's bangs afloat.

The disciples from Zhang's Martial Arts Academy already wore confident sneers, as if envisioning Chen Nan being beaten black and blue by this punch!