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The two students, upon hearing this, sneered and said, "Brother Bing? Heh, sorry, we don't know you. Right now, they are electing the Lion Head of the First Year. If you are a supporter of that big guy, just tell me now, and I'll go in and inform them."
Bing Tianyi was completely speechless. After the other party finished speaking, he calmly smiled and said, "Go in and tell Peng Ge to see if he still wants to be the Lion Head."
The man was taken aback by this response. Just as he was about to speak, a deep and powerful voice came from the restroom, asking, "Who is out there?"
"I am Bing Tianyi," Bing Tianyi replied directly.
"Oh, it's Bing Tianyi, Brother Bing? I thought it was some big shot coming. A-Hu, let them in," the man inside the restroom said straightforwardly.
The man looked disdainfully at Bing Tianyi and said as the group entered, "Aren't you just asking for trouble?"
Another man snickered at this.
However, Bing Tianyi was unfazed and stepped inside. The large restroom was crowded with over twenty people; the smell of cigarettes was heavy, and a cool breeze blew in through the window, causing Bing Tianyi to shiver slightly.
To be honest, he never thought he would find himself in such a situation in his lifetime. Yet here he was, truly present and even in the role of a big brother.
Excitement and nervousness filled him with exhilaration.
Compared to the students around him, his ability to adapt was relatively strong. Standing firm, he looked at the three students sitting on chairs in the restroom and asked, "You must be Peng Haifei, Wu Zhaojun, and Wei Zhi Hua?"
"Hello, I'm Wei Zhi Hua. I hadn't heard that Brother Bing would also participate in the election," Wei Zhi Hua said with a broad smile. His eyes held an unusual glint, and deep wrinkles creased his forehead; his smile made him seem somewhat unsettling.
Upon seeing Bing Tianyi, he realized that such a person was not exactly a good thing based on the context.
While he was pondering this, he looked at Wei Zhi Hua and smiled, saying, "I had no intention of participating in this election, but I didn't expect Peng Ge's subordinates to be so unreasonable as to come to our dormitory to cause trouble. Isn't this going too far?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the man on the far left questioned several classmates behind him, "Who went to Class Three's dormitory?"
"Brother, it's Anti-Aircraft Gun," a short student behind Peng Haifei said seriously.
"Bring that kid here immediately," Peng Haifei said loudly, his eyes filled with determination and his expression very serious.
"Peng Ge, you haven't even become Lion Head yet, and your subordinates are already so unruly. If you really become Lion Head, how will we First Year students have a good time?" The last speaker was Wu Zhaojun. Although he didn't have a smile like Wei Zhi Hua's, there was a deadly tone in his voice.
Hearing these three speak, Bing Tianyi finally understood what it meant to be a young hero. He didn't expect that among these young people in First Year, there were such characters.
The bathroom fell silent for a few minutes until Peng Haifei suddenly said, "Stop standing around like fools; go get a chair for Brother Bing."
"Where am I supposed to get one?" a man behind Peng Haifei said helplessly.
"Go to Old Huang's dormitory," Peng Haifei replied straightforwardly.
Upon hearing this, the man's face turned pale as he looked at Peng Haifei and quickly said, "Brother, aren't you sending me to my death? Going to find Old Huang now is like asking me to jump off a building."
"Then figure it out yourself," Peng Haifei said, waving his hand with a sense of brotherly authority.
Bing Tianyi now understood that it was reasonable for Peng Haifei to have become Lion Head during his high school years.
The man lowered his head and reluctantly stepped outside.
About four or five minutes later, the so-called Anti-Aircraft Gun limped in. Upon seeing Peng Haifei, Anti-Aircraft Gun hurried over and complained, "Peng Ge, that kid Bing Tianyi is no good. I went to ask him, but unexpectedly, he started hitting me."
"Who threw the first punch?" Peng Haifei didn't ask too many questions; he just stared at Anti-Aircraft Gun and asked.
"It was me," Anti-Aircraft Gun hesitated for a moment before whispering.
"You idiot, what did I tell you back then? How did I advise you to handle it?" With that, Peng Haifei stood up and directly slapped Anti-Aircraft Gun twice.
Seeing this, Bing Tianyi chuckled and said, "Alright, we're all classmates; there's no need to go this far."
Peng Haifei stopped and shouted angrily, "Now get out!"
Anti-Aircraft Gun quickly turned and left the restroom, and once again, silence fell in the room.
A few seconds later, Wei Zhi Hua chuckled and said, "I say, everyone, it's getting late. Shouldn't we discuss some serious matters tonight?"
"Alright, Wei Zhi Hua, you go ahead. Shall we start with that aspect?" Wu Zhaojun said straightforwardly.
Wei Zhi Hua revealed a strange smile and then pulled out half a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. As he distributed them to the people present, he stated, "According to the rules from the last election for the dominant position, the first thing to compare is supporters. However, I think we don't need to compare this tonight; it seems Brother Bing is definitely in a winning position."
As he spoke, the remaining two glanced at the people behind Bing Tianyi.
At the same time, the guy who had just stepped out returned with a chair in hand.
Bing Tianyi sat down and smiled, saying, "You all go ahead; I'm not very clear on the rules."
Wei Zhi Hua then laughed and said, "The second point is about connections, which doesn't need much explanation. Let me tell you first, my cousin is a subordinate of Crow, named Old Maozi. I’m sure you’ve heard of him."
Upon hearing this, Wu Zhaojun sneered, "What a joke! You say Old Maozi is your cousin? I could just as easily say Crow is my father."
At this remark, the students in the restroom burst into laughter.
Wei Zhi Hua wasn't angry and replied with a smile, "Since no one believes me, fine. I'll call him right now to confirm."
With that, Wei Zhi Hua took out a sliding phone from his pocket. After all, in the Northwest Region, it was still relatively rare for students in county schools to use mobile phones at that time.
After a few beeps, Wei Zhi Hua pressed the speakerphone button. Within seconds, the call connected. A noisy background could be heard on the other end, sounding like someone was singing at a karaoke bar.
"Brother, it's Zhi Hua," Wei Zhi Hua said with a smile.
"You little brat! Why are you calling me at this hour?" Old Maozi's voice came through sharply, somewhat grating on the ears.
"We're having an election for the boss tonight. I said you're my brother, but no one believes me. So here I am calling you," Wei Zhi Hua said, pretending to be helpless.
Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, Old Maozi shouted angrily through his drunken haze, "Damn it! If anyone doesn't believe it, just hand them the phone; I'll let them hear it from me."
Hearing this, Wei Zhi Hua smiled proudly and said, "Alright."
After saying that, Wei Zhi Hua walked over to Peng Haifei and said with a grin, "Peng Ge, would you like to say a few words?"
Peng Haifei coldly said, "No need."
Wei Zhi Hua brought the phone back in front of Wu Zhaojun, preparing to speak, but Wu Zhaojun waved his hand and smiled, "Forget it, we believe you."
At that moment, as Wei Zhi Hua brought the phone towards Bing Tianyi, he sneered, "All softies, no one dares to take your call?"
Actually, Bing Tianyi had already started searching his memory when he heard the name Old Maozi. Indeed, he had heard of Old Maozi during his high school days. However, after A-Kun's incident, Old Maozi was arrested by the police.
Thinking of this and recalling some details from that time, Bing Tianyi stood up after Wei Zhi Hua finished speaking and smiled at Wei Zhi Hua, saying, "Give me the phone."
Wei Zhi Hua and the others—Peng Haifei and Wu Zhaojun—were all taken aback. Before Wei Zhi Hua could finish his sentence, Bing Tianyi had already taken the phone into his hands.
"Hello, is this Brother Mao?"
"Who are you? What's your name?" Old Maozi habitually questioned.
"Don't ask who I am; I just want to ask you one thing. Have you found Brother Kun?" Bing Tianyi asked directly.
Upon hearing this, Old Maozi fell silent for three or four seconds before quickly asking Bing Tianyi, "Kid, what do you mean by that? Explain it clearly."
"Hehe, I'm just a student; I don't know much about things in society. Also, please inform Crow Brother that regarding Brother Kun's matter, it would be best for them to resolve their conflicts peacefully; that would be good for everyone. Otherwise, if the balance of power is broken, who knows who will end up controlling the entire county," Bing Tianyi said seriously and straightforwardly.
After Bing Tianyi finished speaking, Old Maozi was completely stunned for several seconds before saying to Bing Tianyi, "Wait a moment."
Soon, the noisy sounds on the phone gradually faded away. After about two or three minutes, all that could be heard was Old Maozi laughing and saying, "Big brother, a student mentioned something about Brother Kun..."
"Get the hell out of here, can't you see what I'm doing?"
"But big brother, he said Brother Kun..."
"Leave your phone and get out."
These students were not fools; from the phone call, they could tell that the person shouting angrily was definitely Crow. At this moment, the bathroom was silent, and no one dared to say a word.
In contrast, Bing Tianyi sat calmly in his chair with a smile on his face.
When Crow finally asked a question over the phone, Bing Tianyi replied with a smile, "Hello, big brother, I am a student from No. 1 High School."
"Kid, do you know where Brother Kun is hiding?" Crow asked sharply.
Bing Tianyi replied nonchalantly, "Big brother, please don't rush. I just want to seriously tell you something."
"Speak up if you have something to say."
Upon hearing this, Bing Tianyi began to speak seriously to Crow based on his memories and the social experiences he had accumulated over the years.
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