Became a salted fish pretend heiress and handed over the system-Chapter 1047 - 1036: Interstellar Plane 72

Ke Wei’er’s eyes turned red with anger as he glared, his eyes filled with rage and jealousy.

Qin Muyang still had a smile on his face, unabashedly meeting his gaze.

Provoked by him, Ke Wei’er endured the pain, stood up, and launched another attack, but it was dodged by Qin Muyang, who looked at him with a mocking glint in his eyes, infuriating Ke Wei’er to the point where his spiritual power exploded.

From the stands, Xia Yue said with a laugh, "Qin Muyang has turned bad, hasn’t he? Look how angry he got him, making his spiritual power burst out. I remember being told that one must not use spiritual power too forcefully, or it could lead to instability and easily cause a violent reaction."

"[If there were no changes in him due to your influence, that would be the real problem.]" Hearing her words, the System responded in her head.

"How could we, so upright and kind, have influenced him to turn out like this?" Xia Yue immediately rebutted, firmly disagreeing with the assertion.

"It’s better for him to be like this. Being too upright and kind might not necessarily be good for him," commented Yan Mo upon hearing her words.

As they were talking, on the competition stage, Qin Muyang had already knocked the infuriated and irrational Ke Wei’er off the platform. Ke Wei’er looked up at Qin Muyang who was looking down at him from above, felt a surge of breathlessness, and fainting right then and there.

"Instructor, quick, call a doctor, he has fainted," Qin Muyang said with a sneer before switching to a concerned tone and calling out to the instructor.

The instructor immediately arranged for him to be taken to the medical room, then stood on the stage to announce the results.

"First place in the Combat Department, Qin Muyang." Pausing for a moment, he continued, "Competition for the Command Department will continue tomorrow. Students of the Command Department, please be prepared. The rest of you may leave."

Cafeteria Private Room

"Congratulations on getting first place, keep up the good work tomorrow," Xia Yue smiled and said to Qin Muyang.

"And I should thank you for your help, otherwise I wouldn’t know what my situation would be now," Qin Muyang said with sincere gratitude in his eyes.

"No worries at all, you’ve done very well today, you even got that guy so angry he fainted. But I heard his father is a legion commander of the Ten Great Armies. Are you sure it’s okay to infuriate his son like this, embarrassing him in front of such a large crowd?" Xia Yue concerningly inquired.

"It’s fine, he wouldn’t dare do anything to me." Qin Muyang appeared unconcerned; if Ke Wei’er’s father ever knew why his son was pushed to such a state by him, he would probably hang his own son up and teach him a lesson, and then apologize to Qin Muyang himself.

"I’m not afraid of a direct confrontation; I’m more concerned about them stabbing me in the back," Xia Yue warned him.

"I’ll be careful," Qin Muyang acknowledged.

There would be another round of competition the next day, so after dinner, they each headed back to their dormitories to rest.

In the medical room, after being treated in the Healing Cabin, he quickly woke up and struggled to return home. Once home, he locked himself in his room, destroying various items. This competition had completely ruined his face, and presumably, many were ridiculing him.

Thinking about his embarrassment being broadcast live, and almost the entire population of Central Star having seen it, he felt that he had lost all face.

"Rafael, Rafael, Rafael~~~" He kept smashing things while furiously yelling Qin Muyang’s real name.

When General Maister returned from the Military Department and learned that Ke Wei’er had locked himself in his room, he angrily went upstairs.

Nobody knew what exactly General Maister did to him that night, only that from that day on, Ke Wei’er transferred and was no longer a student of the First Military Academy.

Even if Qin Muyang wanted to find trouble with him later, there was nothing he could do. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com