004. The Second Strike Against the School Tyrant

"Hey! Thank you!"

MJ gazed at Su Ye's face up close, and for the first time, she seemed to see the striking handsomeness unique to the Eastern people on the face of someone from the Dragon Country.

As a transmigrator blessed with the face of a leading man, Su Ye's looks were certainly more than impressive.

While MJ was fixed on Su Ye's face, he was observing her as well. This big-faced girl in a low-cut top looked strangely familiar—there was something recognizable about her figure. In the first Spider-Man movie, around one hour, twenty minutes and forty seconds in, he seemed to recall seeing her. Even the online versions hadn’t cut that scene.

So, she was Mary Jane, the girlfriend of the original Spider-Man—the one famous for screaming, being provocative, and her green tea persona? This version of Mary Jane gave Su Ye the impression that her figure was indeed alluring, curvy and easy to fantasize about, but her appearance really didn't fit his tastes.

He hadn’t expected, now that he had just become Spider-Man, the classic Mary Jane would appear as well. Surprised, he felt a bit relieved that the green card he drew was Gwen, not Mary Jane.

If he had drawn this Mary Jane, he might have hesitated to even use it.

This girl was like a walking distributor of hats—while dating Thompson, she flirted with Parker; while with Harry, she flirted with Parker; even with a fiancé, she still flirted with Parker. Perhaps, in her heart, whether Parker or Spider-Man, they were all backup options. Whenever things went poorly with her current boyfriend, she’d turn around and find a puppy or wolf waiting for her.

Who would dare want such a girlfriend?

Compared to Gwen, steadfast and loyal from beginning to end, whose resolve never wavered even against her father’s opposition, the difference was vast.

Using Mary Jane's green card would definitely paint him green all over.

Mary Jane had no idea what Su Ye was thinking. Seeing his gaze fixed on her, she felt this must be another candidate conquered by her powerful physical assets—a reserve member for the backup boyfriend club.

"I haven't noticed yet..." Mary Jane lingered, arms around Su Ye's neck, her face full of interest as she looked at him, eager to tease him with something flirty.

As a seasoned green tea, she was adept at turning reserves into true backups.

But before she could speak, Su Ye simply raised his hand and pushed her away.

"If you're done, leave. I still need to eat."

He turned and sat back down, focusing intently on his burger, as if those burgers tasted a thousand times better than Mary Jane's buns.

Watching his wolfish devouring, the students nearby found themselves hungry just by looking.

"What?" Mary Jane stumbled backward, her face full of confusion. She couldn’t quite understand—her foolproof charm had failed?

"Yeah!"

A shout of excitement rang from nearby—or rather, it wasn’t a cheer, but an angry roar.

Ye, yeah, "Ye"—his name was so confusing. Often, classmates made it sound like they were calling him "Master."

Thankfully, his name was Su Ye, not Su Ye Ye...

Behind him, Thompson charged forward like a maddened lion.

"You bastard! Ignoring me, holding my girl, and now you dare reject her? You piece of crap, Ye Su!"

Thompson hadn’t planned to bother Su Ye again—getting pummeled last time was a bitter memory. But after Su Ye’s heroics, seeing Mary Jane lying in his arms with that flirtatious look and tone, it stung Thompson deeply.

No one likes being cuckolded, especially not right in their face.

Egged on by his cronies, Thompson lost control.

He approached Su Ye from behind, grabbed a classmate's tray, and smashed it down on Su Ye’s head as he ate.

With his previous experience, this time he intended to keep his distance and use a tool, avoiding being overpowered or countered by Su Ye’s unreasonable fists.

He even quietly praised his own cleverness in his heart.

"Bastard! Fuck! Eat shit!"

Thompson slammed down the tray, but his vision instantly went dark—the tray, with leftover soup, landed squarely on his face, and his chest was hit with a sharp pain. Thompson was sent flying again.

Last time in the classroom, the incident happened suddenly, so no one saw the details. This time, Mary Jane nearly falling had already drawn everyone’s attention, and Thompson’s shouting made them all look.

Thus, everyone in the cafeteria witnessed Thompson trying to smash Su Ye with the tray, only to have Su Ye kick it back at his own face, then send him flying with a spinning kick.

A single phrase flashed through everyone’s minds.

"Dragon Country Kung Fu!"

"This must be Dragon Country Kung Fu!"

"I’ve heard all Dragon Country people know kung fu—used to think Ye Su was the exception, but he just hadn’t shown it."

"That move was so cool, so powerful—I’d love to learn it!"

Not far away, Gwen paused in her meal.

She had watched the whole scene, including Su Ye’s heroic rescue and his subsequent counterattack against Thompson.

To be honest, seeing Mary Jane use her charms while in Su Ye’s arms made Gwen uneasy. Everyone has the right to pursue love, but she felt that a righteous boy like Su Ye shouldn’t be involved with someone like Mary Jane; Thompson was much more suited for her.

Su Ye’s actions afterward pleased Gwen greatly—rejecting the green tea starts with you and me.

As for Thompson’s sneak attack and Su Ye’s retaliation, Gwen’s feelings were mixed.

Thompson was the school bully—bullying others was wrong, and Su Ye’s counterattack was justified. But was the force a little too much? Kicking someone several meters onto a table—would Thompson survive?

As the daughter of the chief and a top student, Gwen’s sense of justice made her feel she should say something.

But she didn’t know whom to address.

Should she speak to Su Ye?

He was a bit heavy-handed, but he was so handsome, so satisfying! Gwen wanted to secretly give him a thumbs up—how could she criticize him?

Meanwhile, Su Ye, the center of the commotion, simply sat back down and resumed eating his burger, as if nothing had happened.

Filling his stomach came first. As for everything else, let the chips fall where they may.

Even if the school security or police showed up, he was acting in self-defense; claiming excessive force would be a stretch.

"If I were the disciple of Coach Chen, the MMA master, I wouldn’t even need this time—back in the classroom, Thompson would have been finished for good!"