Chapter 49 — Come Find Me Tomorrow: Begging for Recommendation Votes, Begging for Collections! Thank You!
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"Oh?" Wei Zhao was taken aback. He had not expected Gu Pengzhan to be so shrewd, able to guess the hidden hand behind the scenes so quickly.
The morning rush hour was already over, and the traffic on the streets had grown sparse again. Soon, Uncle Qing drove up to the gate of the city's No. 1 Middle School. Wei Zhao got out and waved to Uncle Qing.
Shouldering his schoolbag, Wei Zhao stepped through the gate of No. 1 Middle School. On the sports field, now empty, only a few students were playing basketball—clearly the sort of delinquent students who rarely came to class.
"Thump." A basketball came rolling over in Wei Zhao's direction.
"Hey, kid, throw the ball over!" a long-haired student in black shouted at Wei Zhao.
Wei Zhao was in a hurry to get to class; why would he trouble himself to fetch the ball for him? Besides, the basketball had not rolled right up to Wei Zhao's feet—it had stopped at some distance from him.
"Damn, you little brat, I'm talking to you! Didn't you hear me?" Zou Ruoming was instantly annoyed. In this school, was there any student who dared not obey him?
Hearing Zou Ruoming's cursing, Wei Zhao could not help but frown slightly. Although Wei Zhao had never known who his parents were since he was little, hearing such insulting language still made him extremely unhappy.
Wei Zhao slowly turned around and looked at Zou Ruoming. He pointed at him, then at himself, as if to say, "Are you talking about me?"
"It's you! Are you deaf or what? I'll count to three. Throw the ball over here right now, and we'll have no problem. Otherwise, I'll make sure you f***ing can't stay at this school." At a glance, Zou Ruoming could tell from Wei Zhao's clothes that he was just a poor student, so he said whatever he wanted without any scruples.
Wei Zhao said nothing, walking straight toward where the basketball had rolled, then bending over to pick it up.
The pack of lackeys around Zou Ruoming let out bursts of cheers. Zou Ruoming greatly enjoyed this feeling of others submitting at his feet; the sense of being the school tyrant was extremely exhilarating to him.
"Brother Ming really has authority. One word from you, and that kid had to go fetch the ball obediently. Even after being cursed at, he didn't dare let out a peep." One of Zou Ruoming's followers flattered him fawningly.
"Hmph, just a poor student." Zou Ruoming said complacently, "In this school, the person who dares to oppose me, Zou Ruoming, hasn't even been born yet."
Wei Zhao stood up, holding the basketball, and turned toward Zou Ruoming. Zou Ruoming made a catching pose, signaling Wei Zhao to toss the ball over.
Looking at Zou Ruoming's ostentatious manner, a faint curve appeared at the corner of Wei Zhao's mouth. He suddenly raised his hand, and the basketball shot off from his palm, flying rapidly toward Zou Ruoming.
Of course, Zou Ruoming was not aware that danger was approaching him. He still stood there cockily in his catching posture, both hands in front of his chest, ready to take the ball Wei Zhao had thrown.
"Thud!" The basketball slammed into Zou Ruoming's hands. At first, Zou Ruoming was secretly pleased with himself for catching the ball from such a distance, while the pack of lackeys around him also raised fawning cheers: "Brother Ming is so cool, he's practically the new Jordan!"
Zou Ruoming was just about to say, "That's right!" when, before the words could even leave his mouth, he sensed something wrong. The basketball slammed into his hands with not the slightest intention of stopping. He felt that what had hit his hands was not a basketball at all—it was a shot put.
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