The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 317: Honey, Let’s Go Home and Get Down to Business
Chapter 317 - 317: Honey, Let’s Go Home and Get Down to Business
After leaving Alexandra's office, John was in a completely different mood than when he had first arrived at the Houston Martial Arts School.
He had a strong premonition that the truth about his identity, which even the intelligence agencies had failed to uncover, was getting closer and closer. At that moment, it was nearly impossible for anyone to remain calm.
Taking a deep breath, John suppressed the rising tension inside him. He decided to start his journey in Houston. As for why he hadn't let Bertha reveal his identity earlier, it was simple: he didn't want to alert the enemy too soon.
However, Bertha didn't know what John was thinking. She eagerly led him through the campus again, recounting amusing anecdotes from her school days.
Without the company of Hugo and Lucien, Bertha was finally able to relax.
Many students recognized her along the way. This time, without the vice dean present, they excitedly approached her for group photos.
In a good mood, Bertha didn't refuse their requests.
For a moment, John became the outsider. He watched as Bertha was surrounded by her adoring fans, amused and slightly irritated.
Whenever she paused to take a photo or sign an autograph, Bertha would glance over at John, her eyes gleaming with a playful challenge, as if to say, "Look, how popular your sister is."
John wasn't jealous. Instead, the hostile glances from the male students around her were oddly satisfying.
As a legendary figure at the Houston Martial Arts School, even though Bertha had left, her reputation still loomed large. Whether it was Lucien, who had become a teacher, or these male students, they all regarded her as a goddess.
Now, seeing their "goddess" return to campus with a man who appeared very close to her, it was no wonder they were all curious—and a little upset.
John, amused by their discomfort, decided to have a little fun. He pushed through the crowd and strode toward Bertha.
The students were about to protest when they saw John, without warning, lift Bertha onto his shoulder in a possessive manner.
"Honey, don't waste time. Let's go home and get down to business," he said with a grin, his right hand holding her legs and his left giving her a playful smack on the rear.
Slap!
The crowd fell silent.
All at once, the excited chatter ceased. The students widened their eyes, stunned by the sight before them.
Particularly the male students—seeing their "goddess" being carried on a man's shoulder and slapped on the backside? It was an unbelievable turn of events.
What made it even more shocking was that Bertha, though hitting John's back in feigned anger, didn't seem genuinely upset. She was merely shy and resisting the action in a playful, symbolic way. She didn't seem truly angry.
The male students were heartbroken.
Meanwhile, the female students didn't feel discomfort. Instead, their eyes sparkled with curiosity.
The admiration they held for Bertha had always been innocent, without romantic attachment. Now, watching her be carried off by this man, they were more intrigued than anything. Who was this man who had caught the attention of their campus goddess?
After all, Bertha wasn't just the most talented woman in martial arts; she was also the leader of the Central US Martial Arts League. If she had chosen this man, he must be someone special.
The female students were eager to know more. The moment they saw John's imposing presence and confident demeanor, their curiosity was piqued. He seemed to embody the ideal hero—like the protagonist of a Mary Sue novel, the type of man who might have a rocky relationship with the heroine before winning her heart.
Of course, many of the girls here were avid fans of such stories. They were captivated by the idea of an unlikely hero and a strong, independent woman coming together, especially in the martial arts world.
In truth, the life of a martial artist wasn't as glamorous as outsiders imagined. Aside from intense training, the students often had hobbies like computer games—one male student had even been reprimanded for neglecting his martial arts practice in favor of video games.
But that was beside the point.
The sight of their goddess being carried away by this bold man had a profound mental impact on everyone present.
Once outside the gate, John put Bertha down, and her face flushed red with embarrassment.
"You jerk!" she huffed, her voice a mixture of anger and shyness. "John, you want to die? How am I supposed to face my fellow students after you did that?"
Bertha was embarrassed not because John had carried her, but because of the slap. As a former campus goddess, she was supposed to be poised and composed. But now, that image had been shattered in front of everyone. She could already imagine the gossip spreading like wildfire.
John wasn't concerned about her feelings of embarrassment. He smiled casually. "You don't get it, Bertha. I'm doing this for their own good. I'm motivating them in a... different way."
Bertha rolled her eyes, adjusting her disheveled hair. "Keep lying, John. If you don't come up with a better excuse, I'll make you regret it."
John chuckled before continuing, "You know, Bertha, you're kind of a goddess here at this school..."
"I am a goddess!" she corrected him with a raised eyebrow.
"Fine, you're a goddess." John smiled, noticing how easily her pride flared. "But what makes a goddess? Perfection and superiority, right?"
"Of course," Bertha replied, puffing her chest out a little.
"Well," John continued with a sly grin, "in the eyes of those students earlier, you were perfect. But now, I've shattered that image. Do you know what that means?"
"It means you're a rogue!" Bertha shot back, glaring at him.
John ignored her and said seriously, "I'm teaching those young ones a lesson. No matter how perfect a goddess is, as long as you're strong enough, you can turn her into a little woman who's easily flustered."
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