Chapter 1491: Iron Ox Comes to Pick a Fight Chapter 1491: Iron Ox Comes to Pick a Fight "Shi Yu seized the opportunity to launch a fierce attack against Lu Yun, treating him without mercy. "Shi Yu, it's all my fault," Fly Yan blushed, speaking softly and trying to shoulder all the responsibility herself. Hong Yu nodded in agreement, having never missed a class before as both class president and study monitor—this was her first time skipping a class, and she was just as concerned. Hearing this, Lu Yun sighed and shrugged at Shi Yu, saying, "See? I'm not unwilling to repay you—I just can't because the sisters all disagree, and I have no choice." Shi Yu laughed carelessly, saying, "Who ever thought you'd repay me? You're still hungry yourself, and you're coming up with all sorts of excuses to keep us busy and dragging on. I'm not buying it. The sisters are about to head to class, and there's no one left to shop with. Let's head back to the classroom now—let Lu Yun, the one who's been lazy all along, finish up and then come back." The women all agreed with Shi Yu, unanimously asking Lu Yun to stay and organize the goods on the shelves. Only Fei Yan, blushing slightly, spoke up softly, "It's because of me and Lu Yun that the sisters have been inconvenienced—I'd like to stay as well." Shi Yu gently took Fei Yan's arm and said, "Alright, can your little tricks really stand a chance against We've all gone, leaving you behind. Lu Yun-ni has been finding all sorts of ways to make you miss classes, so you can keep being kept busy. As she spoke, Shi Yu leaned in close to Fei Yan, whispering softly, "Fei Yan, this is your first time, so you should know that when you're with Lu Yun, it's really pleasurable. But for us girls, during our first time, we absolutely must not do too much—otherwise it might hurt down there. Just listen, there will be plenty of time later for you to spend with Lu Yun." Fei Yan, touched by Shi Yu's gentle words, blushed deeply. She realized it made perfect sense—should she insist on staying, there was a ninety percent chance she'd end up being kept busy by Lu Yun, missing classes all the time. "Then... then let's go," she said, glancing at Lu Yun. With a flushed face, she turned and stepped forward, leading the way out toward the convenience store entrance. Xiao Ying and the others followed closely behind. The bustling convenience store had suddenly grown quiet. Lu Yun watched as the graceful figures of several girls faded from view, feeling both delighted and a little sighing, and then turned to gather the merchandise. As he moved behind the counter, he recalled the scene of Fei Yan being lively and active in the inner room, and couldn’t help laughing to himself. “I never thought that Fei Yan, such a reserved girl, would react so shyly—just a slight touch and she’d be all aflutter. She’s still not quite mature yet. When she hits her twenties, oh boy, she’ll be so eager, so full of life, I’ll bet she’ll drip with moisture.” “Damn it, drip with moisture…” Lu Yun was still happily organizing the goods, his words still fresh in his mind, when suddenly a loud roar erupted, and the store’s door was kicked open with force. Lu Yun furrowed his brow, raised his eyes, then set down the goods he was holding, stepped out from behind the counter, and looked at the visitor with a cold, scornful smile. "Black devil, what's with you? You're having a fit of epilepsy? Instead of going to the town clinic to see your fiancée, you come here to make a scene?" "Lu Yun sneered, "Black guy, you're absolutely right—your wife peeled off that membrane herself. Believe me or not, if you dare make a single noise in my store again, I'll swear I can flatten you right here with a single palm strike!" The big, solid iron bull, hearing Lu Yun's words, instantly lost his temper. What a stinking young man—so fresh out of the saddle, yet he's ruined his woman and still acts so dominant. My fists can't touch you; if I don't knock you out with a knife, I'll just slice you to pieces. "By the gods, take your life and die!" the iron bull roared, brushing his hand across his pocket and pulling out a sharp, gleaming dagger. Clearly, this bull hadn't lost his wits entirely—he knew he couldn't match Lu Yun hand-to-hand, so he'd come prepared. At the town's supermarket, he'd bought a large, sturdy cutting knife. As soon as the blade gleamed, he charged straight at Lu Yun, bellowing with fury. Lu Yun stared at the iron bull charging toward him, as if utterly stunned. He bent down, picked up a chair at random, and hurled it at the bull with a single motion. As the chair flew toward the bull, Lu Yun followed close behind. At the very moment the bull waved his arms to send the chair flying, Lu Yun planted his left foot firmly on the ground, leapt into the air suddenly, and drove his right foot forward with powerful force. A solid thud echoed—his straight kick landed squarely on the iron bull’s chest. “I… cripes…” the bull groaned, barely managing to utter two words. He felt a sudden pressure in his chest, his breath growing shallow. With a brief lack of oxygen, his entire face flushed crimson. He clutched his chest and sank to his knees.