The Old City at night.
Zhang Chi is from a rural background, and given his not-so-great personality, it was a feat for him to have graduated from that chaotic township middle school and even secured relatively good grades to get into Yu Zhou Fourth Middle School.
It’s not hard to imagine why he managed to survive.
His fighting skills are pretty much on point.
Zhang Chi beat the boy for two minutes before picking him up like a dead dog.
Zhang Chi’s eyes were full of threat: "Damn it, if you co to the store again, I’ll beat you every ti you do!"
A few minutes ago, the boy who was defiant and proud ended up crying from the beating.
"Did you hear ?" Zhang Chi raised his hand in an intimidating gesture.
"I heard, I heard!" the boy responded quickly.
Zhang Chi sneered, realizing that ordinary adults often find it hard to deal with kids barely over ten, as they have families and dare not resort to physical ans.
If such a young boy sought revenge intentionally, adult n might not be afraid, but what about their wives and children? Who would dare to gamble on that?
But soone like Zhang Chi happens to be the nesis of half-grown kids.
Zhang Chi smiled and patted the boy’s face threateningly.
The boy’s eyes were full of plead, and in an instant, Zhang Chi changed his deanor.
He landed another heavy slap and then kicked the boy to the ground, shouting, "Scram! Don’t wander around here anymore, or I’ll beat you whenever I see you!"
The young boy stood on the empty street, enduring his injuries, clutching his chest as he ran away.
Zhang Chi and Yan Tianpeng walked away in high spirits.
"Did you capture my heroic scene just now?" Zhang Chi asked.
Yan Tianpeng shook his phone: "Absolutely, we’re making money this way!"
Zhang Chi felt quite proud: "Bro, beating kids is a profession. Let’s set up a team and take on city-wide missions to beat all the bratty kids!"
Yan Tianpeng chanted: "Upholding justice, changing the atmosphere!"
Zhang Chi: "Let’s do it like that!"
"By the way, should we give the cigarettes to the boss?" Yan Tianpeng didn’t claim them all since Zhang Chi did major work.
Zhang Chi considered: "If we give them, will the boss give us more reward?"
Yan Tianpeng: "Possibly."
Zhang Chi agreed, and the two of them took the stolen packs of cigarettes back to the small supermarket.
He slapped the cigarette packs onto the counter, saying: "Hey sis, the kid stole these cigarettes earlier, I got them back for you!"
The cigarettes included Red Wan, Yuxi, etc., altogether worth quite a bit.
Getting the cigarettes back ant she could sell them later and directly pocket the money, avoiding the losses she would’ve covered.
The female shop assistant thanked them repeatedly, enthusiastically giving Zhang Chi and Yan Tianpeng two free beef noodle cups and two bottles of cola.
Zhang Chi took his cup of noodles, went outside, sat on the curb, and enjoyed slurping his noodles under the cold night sky — honestly, quite a pleasant experience!
...
Tuesday.
"The day after tomorrow is the exam, let’s study a bit, Brother Ma." Wang Longlong urged earnestly.
Ma Shicheng calmly played gas, even offering a Shuangmai gum: "No rush, I’ll make a coback."
Wang Longlong sighed.
’Brother Ma is deeply entangled in coback posts on Tieba!’
As a deep Tieba player, Wang Longlong knew well how dreaming of getting into a top university like 985 in the third year was just a fantasy.
It was Ma Shicheng who countered: "Aren’t you recently busy engaging Yu Zhou Fourth Middle School with what, the school flower poll?"
Guo Kunnan instantly perked up, asking eagerly: "School flower ranking?"
This thing is quite trendy nowadays, with often rumors that so particularly beautiful girl is the school flower of a school — people might think they also rank them in universities, but in reality, they hardly do.
Wang Longlong said: "Hey, just for fun! I’ve collected photos of girls from our school through various ans, and will put up a few poll posts later."
Guo Kunnan: "Good, good, good!"
...
Wednesday, 10 AM.
Yuzhou Third Renmin Hospital, Orthopedic Ward.
Youngsters recover quickly, Zhuang Jianhui stepped out of the hospital doors with his right hand bandaged.
Behind him were Lin Zida carrying miscellaneous items, Mrs. Zhuang holding so docunts, the deputy head of the hospital seeing him off, and at the very end, seven or eight chatty internship nurses, upbeat and lively.
However, the expression of those young nurses was a bit sad and reluctant.
Zhuang Jianhui’s looks were handso — well, beyond ordinary handso!
He is knowledgeable and cos from a distinguished family. During his stay, various rare experts were present in the ward, even the biggest director!
Throughout the hospitalization, Lin Zida made life comfortable for Zhuang Jianhui, sending milk tea, fruits, small cakes, fresh flowers to the nurses daily — uninterrupted.
This identity of him as a fallen prince srized those young nurses like crazy — he was nearly the perfect lover!
This kind of man, surely a top-tier male in the food chain.
Which leads to the nurses often intentionally puncturing more during injections...
To leave a deep impression...
So Zhuang Jianhui ended up with hands full of needle marks, and when he couldn’t take it anymore, he reinstalled a cannula.
He stood at the entrance, as the sunlight outside was too dazzling, causing Zhuang Jianhui’s eyes a bit discomfort, making him squint.
He exhaled a breath of relief, saying with a sigh: "Finally discharged!"
The pain of the broken bone was nearly the biggest ordeal he had faced in his past, likely to follow him for life, unforgettable.
And these hospital days will also be marked in future mories, crystal clear.
Humans are like this, their brains selectively rember, keeping those deepest things.
Waiting at the door, Lin Han said: "No worries, you’ll be back next year to remove the steel plate."
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