Chapter 32 — Who Else but Those Two Graceful Figures?
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Wei Zhao did not for a moment imagine that Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu had secretly fallen for him or anything of the sort. He could more or less guess why the two of them had come: it had to be that girl Shen Yushu, who loved a good spectacle, dragging Gu Mengyao along with her.
"Just here for the show," Wei Zhao said indifferently.
"Why do I have the feeling it was Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu from our class?" Kang Xiaobo said, rather excited. "Boss, don't tell me you've won the favor of two beauties?"
"You're thinking too much." Wei Zhao gave the back of Kang Xiaobo's head a helpless swat. "If I'd known you had this much to say, I'd have let Zhang Naipao's blow land on your skull and knock some sense into you."
"Heh heh..." Kang Xiaobo laughed heartily. Three years of high school, three years of being a doormat, and now, on the eve of graduation, he had actually gotten to strut a little. Looking at the three former school tyrants lying on the ground behind him, Kang Xiaobo felt an indescribable satisfaction.
"Brother Liang, are you all right?" Gao Xiaofu's injuries were the lighter ones; his belly no longer hurt so much. Once Wei Zhao had gone, he hurried to Zhong Yongliang's side and helped him up from the ground.
"I'm fine," Zhong Yongliang said, his face ashen. From the look of him, the words did not quite ring true.
"Brother Liang, what do we do about this? Just swallow it?" Gao Xiaofu asked, deeply aggrieved.
"Damn it all, we've really lost face today," Zhong Yongliang cursed viciously. "Who'd have thought that brat had a trick or two in him? He almost got me."
"It's all because I got careless for a moment." Seeing Zhong Yongliang's dark expression, Gao Xiaofu hurried to admit fault first, lest the man vent his anger on him.
"That's not on you." Zhong Yongliang waved a hand. He himself had been manhandled badly enough by Wei Zhao; there was no blaming anyone else. It simply meant they were no match for Wei Zhao. "With just the three of us, we don't seem to be a match for that brat. If we want to teach him a lesson, we'll have to call in outside help."
"How about we talk to Zou Ruoming and have him step in?" Gao Xiaofu suggested.
"Not him. If he finds out about this, we'll lose face completely, and there'll be no living it down at school." Zhong Yongliang waved a hand. "I'll go find someone on my dad's side."
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Wei Zhao and Kang Xiaobo made it back to the classroom safely, which let many classmates who had been worried for their safety breathe a sigh of relief. Most of the students loathed the arrogance and bullying of Zhong Yongliang and his lot, though a small few, taking a malicious delight in the spectacle, were faintly disappointed to see Wei Zhao and the others come to no harm.
But what puzzled them was that Zhong Yongliang, Gao Xiaofu, and Zhang Naipao did not return to the classroom. Even when the big lecture began, the three were nowhere to be seen, and that could only mean something...
Zhong Yongliang did not want Zou Ruoming to learn of this, and yet he ran into Zou Ruoming on the sports field all the same.
Gao Xiaofu, supporting Zhang Naipao, followed behind Zhong Yongliang. The three of them walked askew and unsteady, like deserters from a routed army.
"Zhong Yongliang, what's happened to you three?" Zou Ruoming was playing basketball on the field when he spotted three familiar-looking figures approaching from afar. A closer look showed them to be none other than Zhong Yongliang and his companions.
Zhong Yongliang cursed his bad luck under his breath. When fortune turned against a man, even cold water got stuck between his teeth. Why, of all times, did the man have to see him now? As one of the school's Four Young Devils, Zhong Yongliang cared greatly about his face. To be seen in such a sorry state by another of the devils, and for word to spread — that would be the end of his reputation.