護花近衛 - 第130章 康曉波的家世 - 墨香閣

Tang Yun had wanted to nap at noon, but sleep would not come; Wei Zhao's hateful grinning face kept surfacing in her mind, over and over. She rubbed her aching temples and the corners of her eyes, still red from crying, and lifted her head, meaning to read for a while—only to hear people not far off discussing something, and it seemed Wei Zhao's name came up.

Tang Yun's heart tightened instinctively. She did not know why she should care about that name—perhaps she was afraid they were talking about Wei Zhao courting her?

"Did you know? I just went to the bathroom and saw that new transfer student from Class Five next door—he kicked Zhong Yongliang's chair right out from under him, and Zhong Yongliang went sprawling flat on his back!" The boy was telling his classmates what he had seen, all animation: "Do you know why...?"

"Why?" asked several of the students listening nearby. Senior year was simple and dull, so the occasional bit of exciting news could keep everyone happy for quite a while.

"Because the transfer student said Zhong Yongliang was sitting in the aisle blocking the way! And he said he'd kick him again next time he blocked the way!" The boy spoke as though he were Wei Zhao himself: "Now isn't that something?"

"That transfer student is called Wei Zhao, right? So handsome!" A flirtatious, boy-crazy girl chimed in the moment she heard: "You all saw it at the exercises last week, didn't you? He took on that gun-toting gangster all by himself and beat him till he was hunting for his teeth on the ground. A man like that—you feel so safe with him!"

"Tsk, with a face like yours, it'd be a wonder if he gave you a second look... such a slut, who knows how many men have had you." Another girl snorted coldly: "I'd say I'm about his match..."

"Get lost!" The flirt, despised by the other, was instantly annoyed: "Look at your crooked, ugly mug—you're not even as good as me! I say if anyone has a chance, it's Tang Yun who's worthy of him..."

Tang Yun held a book up as cover and pricked up her ears to listen to the conversation nearby. Hearing how arrogantly Wei Zhao had kicked over Zhong Yongliang's chair, she could not help curling her lip—a spoiled rich kid will always be a spoiled rich kid. He had barely kept up appearances for two days before she provoked him today and he showed his true colors, turning arrogant and overbearing.

She was still sneering when she heard someone mention her, saying she and Wei Zhao were a good match. She was annoyed, yet she could not very well stand up and argue; the more you explain such things, the worse they get. Her irritation with Wei Zhao deepened.

Wei Zhao had no idea his glorious deeds had already spread. Back at his seat, he saw Kang Xiaobo give him a thumbs-up, and paid it no mind: "Get on with your reading. If you don't get into university, we'll see what you do..."

"Heh, I'm reading, I'm reading!" Kang Xiaobo smiled bitterly: "Ah, if only my family were like Second Grandpa's, I wouldn't have to study so miserably—I could be a spoiled young master too."

"Hm..." It was the first time Wei Zhao had heard Kang Xiaobo talk about his family: "Your second grandpa? Who is he? Someone impressive?"

"Impressive?" A faint trace of contempt crossed Kang Xiaobo's mouth: "Just a petty man who took someone else's things and made a fortune off them. He and our branch of the family barely have anything to do with each other anymore."

"Oh?" Wei Zhao could tell—it was more or less a family feud.

"You know Doctor Kang, right?" Kang Xiaobo said.

"Doctor Kang?" Wei Zhao frowned. It sounded familiar. Then it came to him—a few days ago in the pharmacy, he had heard the salesclerk say something: "The Doctor Kang who sells the wound salve?"

"Yeah, him." Kang Xiaobo nodded: "He's my second grandpa."

"Uh—then aren't you a rich second generation, a rich third generation?" Wei Zhao was rather surprised by Kang Xiaobo's family background.