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The scene unfolded as Hu Yao burst through another door, a grin plastered across his face. Just by glancing at the number on the jersey, I knew it was me they were after. The group from Physical Education Class charged at me, fists raised.
Hu Yao moved with lightning speed, too fast for me to react. He rushed up from behind, placing a hand on my shoulder for leverage, and with a swift kick, sent the first attacker flying.
"Damn it! How dare you touch my brother? Come at me if you think you can!" I shouted, ready to take on anyone who dared to challenge us.
Seeing Hu Yao charge in, the Physical Education Class members hesitated. If Zhang Weijie was their leader, then Hu Yao was like a small tyrant—always at the bottom of the rankings but with an unmatched knack for stirring up trouble. Back when we first started high school and had military training, he had once scolded an instructor for a mistake and even dared to confront him. In the end, it was said that his family had to step in to resolve the issue so he could continue his studies.
"Old Hu, are you interested in throwing down?" I turned to Hu Yao, fire igniting in my eyes.
"Of course! I haven't had a good fight in ages!" he replied with enthusiasm.
We exchanged grins and dove into the fray together. Friends are just friends; having many of them only reflects social skills. But true brothers stand by you unconditionally during tough times. You don’t need many close friends—just one is enough!
In our brawl against them, we held our ground without being overpowered. The noise quickly attracted the attention of teachers and students alike, who rushed over to separate us.
They had provoked me, and I held nothing back in my retaliation. I wasn’t afraid of their revenge; after all, I had the Underworld Father backing me!
We were all taken to the Grade Director's office, where he unleashed a torrent of curses upon us. This seemed to be a common trait among Grade Directors—they would scold everyone involved without caring who started it.
What puzzled me most was that Hu Yao didn’t have a single bruise on him. It was as if those guys hadn’t even touched him. Meanwhile, my face and arms were swollen and bruised.
Had he gone easy on me during our fight? Or was he just letting me take the hits? His strength was astonishing.
As the Grade Director continued his tirade, I initially managed to act nonchalant and respond casually while Hu Yao’s thick skin made him even less concerned about the scolding.
Minutes passed with no sign of him stopping.
“Hey! You like to yell, huh? How about I bring Zhao Changsheng here? Let’s see you try to scold him!” I shot back defiantly. It didn’t matter who made the first mistake; if someone messed up, we all got blamed!
When I mentioned Zhao Changsheng, the Grade Director still showed no sign of relenting.
“Seriously? Is this how your school operates? Are you intentionally trying to berate us? You don’t want us to go down the wrong path!”
“This is for your own good,” he retorted. “And you’re saying I’m not helping? Zhao Changsheng is it? What’s he going to do? I want to see how someone like you could possibly come from this school!”
I was already feeling upset today because of that annoying guy, and after getting into a fight with Zhang Weijie and the others, my anger hadn't subsided. To make matters worse, he had the nerve to lecture me about my family upbringing, which I absolutely couldn't tolerate! I believed that Old Zhao and Li Hong had educated me well; having such a background was a blessing I earned in my past life!
So, I picked up the teacup on the table and smashed it on the floor, glaring at the Grade Director. What are you going to do about it? You can wait; if you come over at another time, you might not be so willing.
I pulled out two chairs, tossing one to Hu Yao while I took a seat, crossing my legs and pulling out my phone to call Old Zhao. The call connected quickly.
"Hey, you little rascal, what made you think of calling your dad?" Old Zhao's usual playful tone came through.
"Old Zhao, your son is being scolded by the Grade Director at school for having no upbringing! You need to come over right now!" I hung up after saying that. Bad people have their own ways of dealing with things! The best way to handle this was to bring Old Zhao into it.
"Oh boy, old man, you're in trouble now! I've been fed up with you for a long time. Always dragging students' parents into everything just to make yourself look noble," Hu Yao chimed in, emboldened by my call with Old Zhao as he mocked the Grade Director.
The Grade Director seemed unfazed by our antics and chose to ignore us, turning back to continue scolding the Physical Education Class students.
After hearing what I said, Old Zhao jumped up from his chair. "Damn it! Not only are you cursing me, but you're also cursing my son? Get someone to bring the car down!"
He quickly dialed another number. "Bring some people to Lake City No. 1 High School right now! Why? Because some old fool just insulted my son! If it takes more than ten minutes, I'll chop off your hand! And make sure to bring fewer people!"
This was the first time I called Old Zhao to come over to school, but it certainly wouldn't be the last!
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