Chapter 225 Who dares to bully my son?

After New Year’s Day, the final exams are approaching.

In the cold wind and heavy snow, students holding textbooks are walking in a hurry.

Zhang Yunqi is also one of them.

Every day he got up early to run, then took his textbooks to the classroom for classes and self-study. He read long essays that were neither difficult to understand nor new. Sometimes he felt bored, as if he had flown too many airplanes. However, compressing a semester's homework into two weeks of review gave him plenty of time and he didn't need to rush through it.

Such days are very leisurely but comfortable.

After school that afternoon, Zhang Yunqi went home as usual.

Following the huge flow of students, he arrived at the school gate and saw thirty or forty young people gathered and wandering outside the school gate. The scene was quite spectacular. It was probably that the school's eye-catching figure wanted to kill someone again.

Zhang Yunqi was no longer surprised by such things. The social situation in the early 1990s was just like that, with good and bad people mixed together and brutal violence. He had encountered this several times this year alone. One time when he was particularly impressed was when a group of young people met at the school gate at night, but they recognized the wrong person and crippled a school teacher, disfiguring his face. After that, he had to wear a pair of sunglasses to class every day.

Zhang Yunqi discovered that some of the guys blocking the road at the school gate today were from other schools, and some were from the No. 155 Middle School in the city. Most of them were senior high school students, all of whom were famous figures and very eye-catching. Among them, Zhang Yunqi could name Lin Zihao, Wu Yali, and Huo Xiaoguang. Lin Zihao was an old acquaintance, from the same class as Gao Ming; Wu Yali was a sophomore, from class next door to them, a pretty little girl, who seemed to be Luo Dahai's niece, and was very interested in their class's most handsome boy, Zhao Dong. As for Huo Xiaoguang, his biological father was an old acquaintance, Huo Jianzhong.

Just imagine, if this guy wants to deal with someone outside, will Luo Dahai dare to intervene?
It’s good enough if we don’t dig rat holes.

Zhang Yunqi was not in the mood to watch the fun, as he felt it was a bit low-class. Perhaps now these little brats thought such behavior was very impressive and passionate, but in another five or eight years, they would know that the key to survival in this society is not fists, but the RMB that can crush a person to death.

Zhang Yunqi followed the crowd out of the school gate, a cigarette in his mouth. Lin Zihao saw him, and the look in his eyes made Zhang Yunqi think for a moment that this kid called so many cats and dogs to deal with him.

If that were the case, the mother in the flour shop would definitely come over with two kitchen knives and shout, "Who dares to bully my son?"

But along the way, nothing happened.

After dinner at home, it was already seven o'clock. Zhang Yunqi went to the No. 1 Middle School for evening self-study. At that time, all the cats and dogs gathered at the school gate had dispersed. The school was also very quiet. The messy footprints on the road had long been covered by the snow, as if nothing had happened.

Zhang Yun got up and went to Class 156 to prepare for self-study. The No. Middle School in the city never forced general students to attend evening self-study, but the final exams were coming soon, and everyone wanted to get more points to go home and have a good New Year, and he was no exception.

The weather was cold, but there were many students reading in the classroom. Wang Xiaokai and Tian Zhuangzhuang were not there. Needless to say, they must have skipped classes and went to the game hall to kill their youth. The seats in the evening self-study class were always more than the students, very spacious, and everyone never sat according to their assigned seats. Zhang Yunqi and Chu Jian sat together, and Yan Shi sat in front of them. They chatted for a while, and then they were busy with their own things. As the number of students increased, the classroom became quieter, and the sound of whispers seemed louder.

Zhang Yunqi studied very hard for two hours. Although the weather was cold, he did not feel tortured and was a little selfless. In fact, there are not many such pure states in a person's life, especially as they get older, their desires increase, and they have to bear the burden of car loans, mortgages, and the entire family. They don't even have the energy to think when they get home from nine to six every day. It is really difficult to have the pure feeling when they were studying, with goals, struggles, and single-mindedness. Even thinking about a final question on the way home from school every day makes them feel fulfilled and happy.

During the review period, Zhang Yunqi would occasionally look at the girl next to him. As usual, she had a plain ponytail, her pure white profile looked focused, her nose tip was playfully tilted, her eyes were clean and clear, and under the warm light, her long eyelashes left two shadows on her little face. Sometimes she would turn her head to look at him, and the smile on her face was indifferent and warm.

But her hands were not very pretty. When winter came, her fair and round hands always got frostbite, with blue and purple spots here and there.

During breaks, Yan Shi would turn around and ask some questions. Zhang Yunqi could teach her most of them. If there were some that she couldn't answer, she would not be embarrassed and let Chu Jian answer them for her.

Yan Shi is a girl with very low self-esteem, mainly because she is not very good-looking, with a flat nose, thick lips, uncoordinated facial features, and a face full of pockmarks. She doesn't know how to dress herself up, and she doesn't speak fluently, so she is naturally disliked. Although Zhang Yunqi stood up for her last time, the animals in the class didn't dare to make fun of her again, but no one wants to play with her. Maybe it means if I can't afford to offend you, I won't pay attention to you.

This kind of childish hidden cold violence can be seen everywhere in the school. Chu Jian and Yan Shi have a good relationship. During the break, Chu Jian taught Yan Shi a question and found that no matter what she said, Yan Shi always whispered "hmm". She looked into Yan Shi's eyes and whispered: "Don't be embarrassed, don't be afraid to bother me. You can't be ambiguous in learning. I can continue to explain to you if you don't understand."

Yan Shi nodded with a red face and smiled at Chu Jian again.

"Every girl has a hidden treasure in her heart. She may not be so eye-catching, but she can also soar into the blue sky."

Zhang Yunqi, who was standing next to him, closed his textbook and said something because he thought it was more interesting and meaningful than learning knowledge from books. But after he finished speaking, Chu Jian and Yan Shi both stared at him and said with a smile, "I don't know where I saw this sentence, but I think it's pretty good. When you live, you must live the way you want to be in the future. So it's never wrong to be confident and happy."

No one added arsenic to the chicken soup at that time, but the two girls approved of it very much and started talking. The three of them chatted until class started and then continued to review their lessons.

After reviewing until almost 10 o'clock in the evening, Zhang Yunqi first sent Chu Jian home before returning to his own home.

Almost everyone in the family had gone to bed. Zhang Yunqi took a hot bath. When he went to bed, he saw the Hanxian pager on the desk light up. He opened it and saw a puzzling message on it: "Hello, are you Wang Xiaokai's father? He is currently being questioned at the Beita Police Station in Jiangchuan City. Please come as soon as possible."

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Pls. This is the last plot of this volume (it’s this volume, the novel is still a long way from being finished). I’ve been conceiving it for a long time, but it’s not working well. It was even blocked and I had to revise it. Some things cannot be written, and some in-depth things are gone. I’m sorry, it’s just the beginning, and I hope to achieve the effect I want later.

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