Rural Strongest Little Divine Doctor

Seeing Luo Yang beating Mo Ting effortlessly, Hong Jiaxin rushed over and grabbed his arm, urging him to stop.

"Aren't you leaving? You want him to keep hitting you?" Hong Jiaxin said.

Mo Ting, knowing he was no match for Luo Yang, painfully got up. He didn't even brush off the dirt on his clothing and shrank behind Wei Jialong.

"Niu Zai, want to go for a drink?" Wei Jialong invited.

"No time," Luo Yang declined.

He knew Wei Jialong was jealous of him being with Hong Jiaxin and that's why he invited him out.

Ever since Huang Maoqiang told Wei Jialong that Luo Yang had become a tough fighter, Wei Jialong dared not openly confront Luo Yang, opting instead for sneaky moves in the dark.

Feeling embarrassed to stay, he turned around and left.

Mo Ting followed him for a few steps, complaining, "Qilang, you didn't help me at all! You just watched me getting beaten."

Catching a glimpse of Mo Ting's bruised face, Wei Jialong felt contempt and thought, "This idiot acts tough but got beaten into a pig's head. Good thing it wasn't me. It's better to let others deal with Luo Yang, so I don't have to suffer."

Then, patting Mo Ting on the shoulder, he grinned and said, "Your mom, you're my brother, of course I'll help you."

With that, he picked up his phone and made a call.

"Hey, Brother Qiang, your chance has come. Luo Yang is alone at school, you guys should be able to beat him. Just wait for him on the road. He'll be heading home soon."

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After Wei Jialong and his group had left, the girls clamored to learn the move Luo Yang had used earlier to throw down Mo Ting.

Hong Jiaxin stood by Luo Yang, thinking it was her chance to show off, and smiled, "Everyone watch closely, I'm going to simply demonstrate the throwing move Luo Yang used."

Before she finished speaking, she grabbed Luo Yang's arm, ready to perform a shoulder throw.

Luo Yang sensed trouble and, in that split second, his street fighting experience came into significant play. Without much thought and nearly by instinct, he quickly squatted down and grabbed Hong Jiaxin's thighs.

"Why are you grabbing my legs?" Hong Jiaxin couldn't help but laugh.

"I'm also demonstrating how to break your throwing technique," Luo Yang retorted.

As he spoke, his face was already against Hong Jiaxin's abdomen.

His hands tightly wrapped around her legs, ready to channel strength from his neck, push his head forward, and pull his hands back to flip her over onto the muddy ground.

He hesitated for a moment, slowing down slightly, and missed the initial opportunity.

Hong Jiaxin suddenly raised her right leg, using her left as a pivot, spun her body around, and, clamping with both legs, she found herself sitting on Luo Yang's shoulders, clamping his head between her legs.

Luo Yang was surpised, so he took a risk and attacked when she least expected it.

This move was indeed effective; Hong Jiaxin tried to grab his hands, but her legs wavered.

Seizing the good opportunity, Luo Yang leaped forward, pushed with both feet, and shot out like a fish, doing a backflip to stand up.

Turning his head to glance at Hong Jiaxin, he saw her face showing displeasure, her cheeks flushed with a beautiful yet imposing aura, exuding a captivating mix of toughness and gentleness.

"Class president, it's going to rain," Luo Yang pointed out, nodding towards the swirling dark clouds at the horizon.

Hong Jiaxin stood still for a moment, suppressing her anger before taking her eyes off Luo Yang.

The wind began to pick up, and the sound of thunder roared from afar.

In a while, the dark clouds truly seemed like thousands of troops charging forward, the mountain wind stirring, the rain seemingly imminent,

Hong Jiaxin decided to end the training early and told everyone to head home.

"Luo Yang, remember to come to school early tomorrow morning, don't forget," Hong Jiaxin reminded him.

"You hold grudges, I dare not come," Luo Yang replied.

While waving goodbye, he walked towards the bicycle shed.

"If I don't see you tomorrow, you're done for," Hong Jiaxin said, half amused and half annoyed.

Watching Luo Yang's retreating figure, Hong Jiaxin thought to herself, "Actually, he's even smarter than me. He just won't apply himself in his studies. Helping him improve wouldn't be hard, the key is whether he's willing to learn. I've accepted this challenge, and I'll give it my all. To turn a poor student into a top one, now that would be something."

Meanwhile, Luo Yang thought, "She probably wants to get her revenge, telling me to come to school so she can confront me. Heh, I have True Qi, no fear. One-on-one, she's no match for me."

When he reached the bike shed, he picked up his bicycle and rode home, whistling as he went.

The dark clouds dispersed with the wind, accompanied by thunder, yet it didn't rain, and a streak of golden light shone through the clouds, extremely beautiful.

Shifting his gaze away, he suddenly spotted a familiar group of menacing figures ahead and slowed down his bicycle.