A hundred flavors of life

Chapter 1374 Commentary: Those who started this practice, will they have no descendants? (Please subscribe!)

Lin Jiamo, carrying her schoolbag, walked into Class 1 of Grade 11 under the guidance of her homeroom teacher, Hou Jia. With her neat ponytail, bright eyes, and generous smile, she instantly attracted the attention of all the boys in the class.

"Classmates, this is our new transfer student, Lin Jiamo. Please welcome her."

Amidst applause and the boys' particularly enthusiastic gazes, Teacher Hou scanned the classroom, finally pointing to the last row:
"Lin Jiamo, please sit in that empty seat and share a table with Hua Shier."

Lin Jiamo looked in the direction the teacher pointed and saw a tall, handsome boy resting his chin on his hand, looking bored. His eyes were looking in this direction, but they weren't focused. He was clearly daydreaming, as if all the noise in the classroom had nothing to do with him.

She walked over gracefully, put down her schoolbag, and extended her hand with a bright smile:
"Hello, my name is Lin Jiamo. We'll be deskmates from now on. Please take care of me."

Hua Shier reached out and shook her hand, feeling her fair and soft palm, and exclaimed:

"What beautiful, delicate hands! It would be a waste not to use them for foot massages!"

Lin Jiamo's brain froze for three seconds, then she asked angrily:
"What did you say? What kind of person do you take me for?!"

Hua Shier repeated himself earnestly, while still holding the other person's hand throughout the process.

Lin Jiamo abruptly flung his hand away, sat down angrily, and refused to look at him again. Even though she had just been quite impressed with his looks, and even though she had a 30% liking for him at first glance, all of that was wiped out by that one sentence.

Teacher Hou noticed the situation and said, "Hua Twelve, don't bully the new student!"

Hua Shier spread his hands innocently: "I have no idea what's going on!"

Teacher Hou pointed at him with her finger and began her lesson.

Lin Jiamo held a grudge and never spoke to Hua Shier, allowing the latter to continue to drift off into his own world.

When the bell rang, Zhao Ye immediately came over. Hua Shier was not surprised; he knew that Lin Jiamo was the type of girl Zhao Huohua liked.

As expected, Zhao Ye mainly talked to Lin Jiamo:
"Lin Jiamo, which school did you go to before? How did you end up transferring to our No. 4 Middle School?"

Lin Jiamo responded with a smile: "They were originally in Dongcheng, but my parents' job transfer brought them here."

Zhao Ye was about to say something more when Hua Shier suddenly spoke:
"Huohua, let's go for a foot massage after school, and let's go see that girl from last time!"

Zhao Ye's face visibly flushed red, then turned purple, before he immediately denied it three times in a row:

"I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense!"

Lin Jiamo snorted coldly, stood up, and walked out, leaving behind the words, "They're all no good!"

As soon as she left, Zhao Ye rushed up and grabbed Hua Shier by the neck, then swayed him back and forth:
You've really ruined my life!

Hua Shier laughed heartily: "When you're having a good time with me, you call me 'brother,' but when it comes to prioritizing women over friends, you don't even say hello. If I don't screw you over, who else am I supposed to screw over!"

Zhao Ye quickly covered his mouth and pleaded:

"Brother, I was wrong. Please keep your voice down, this is a classroom!"

Hua Shier pushed his hands away: "It's clearly just a normal foot massage, but you've made it sound like we've done something else."

Just then, Chen Xun called out from the doorway, "Zhao Ye is gone. Next period is PE class, let's go play ball!"

"Coming!"

While at school, Zhao Ye still hung out with his old friends Chen Xun and Qiao Ran. It wasn't that he had any ulterior motives; it was mainly because Chen Xun and Hua Shier didn't get along.

He tried to ease the tension between them, but they just couldn't see eye to eye.

"I'm going down now, brother, please don't talk nonsense!"

Zhao Ye pleaded softly, and as he left, he clasped his hands together and bowed deeply.

Hua Shier waved his hand: "Go on, go on, go on, Brother Du Gouba, if I don't screw you over, who else will I screw over!"

Zhao Ye: I have a swear word I don't know if I should say!
After running laps in PE class, the teacher arranged for students to have free time. At this time, two people were lonely. One was Hua Shier, who was mainly lazy. He could just find a sunny spot to lean against and get through the class.

The other one is Fang Hui.
It's possible that what happened during junior high school had such a profound impact on her that she subconsciously didn't want to have much contact with her classmates.

She habitually found a shady spot away from the crowd and sat down, hugging her knees, watching her classmates laughing and playing in the distance, her eyes filled with a hint of envy and detachment.

Fang Hui thought she would drift through school like she did in junior high until graduation, but today, Lin Jiamo took the initiative to walk up to her.

"It's so boring to sit alone!"

Lin Jiamo extended an invitation with a bright smile:
"Your name is Fang Hui, right? I just joined this class and don't have many friends. I've noticed that you don't seem to have many friends either. How about we become friends? Let's go to the basketball court and watch the boys play!"

Fang Hui was somewhat surprised, as she was not used to interacting with strangers, especially those who were so proactive and enthusiastic.

But Lin Jiamo's eyes were so sincere and her smile so infectious that she couldn't bring herself to say "no."

"Let's go, let's go. Sitting here is just a waste of time."

Without saying a word, Lin Jiamo grabbed Fang Hui's arm and pulled her up.

Fang Hui was half-heartedly pulled to the edge of the basketball court.

Zhao Ye, Chen Xun, Qiao Ran, and others were fighting fiercely on the field.

When Zhao Ye saw Lin Jiamo coming over with Fang Hui, he immediately became even more excited and eager to perform.

Chen Xun and Qiao Ran also noticed the two girls on the sidelines. Their gazes lingered on Fang Hui for a few seconds longer, somewhat surprised that this particularly introverted girl had become friends with the transfer student.

It's clear that Lin Jiamo knows her game; whenever someone makes a brilliant move on the court, she shouts out:
"nice shot!"

When the boys, drenched in sweat, came off the field to rest, Lin Jiamo smiled at Zhao Ye and said:
"I didn't realize you were such a sneaky guy, but you're actually pretty good at basketball!"

Zhao Ye was instantly in a great mood after being praised by the girl he liked. He automatically ignored the word "creepy" and smiled like Sakuragi Hanamichi seeing Akagi Haruko:

"Haha, it's nothing special. It's just that our class has no rivals, so it was easy for us to make it onto the school team!"

Qiao Ran ruthlessly exposed him: "The best basketball player in our class hasn't even played yet, and you dare to say you're the best?"

Lin Jiamo, a basketball enthusiast, immediately became interested upon hearing this:

"Who's the best player?"

Qiao Ran gestured towards the edge of the playground. Lin Jiamo looked over and saw her annoying deskmate dozing off against a tree.

Thinking about what happened that morning, Lin Jiamo couldn't help but purse her lips. But just then, she was surprised to see that the guy with his eyes closed suddenly stretched out two fingers and gave her a V sign.

Lin Jiamo rubbed her eyes and looked again. Hua Shier had returned to his original posture, as if he had never moved at all.

She asked the others in surprise, "Did you guys see that guy? He was just making a gesture?"

Everyone else shook their heads; who would stare at a sleeping person for so long?

Only Fang Hui's lips curled up slightly, because she had also seen it, and for some reason, she was reminded of that day when Hua Shier rode his bicycle over Tang Haibing and muttered his grievances.

The cold war between Hua Shier and Lin Jiamo, who were classmates, lasted for several days.

During this period, after handling the large case of migrant workers demanding unpaid wages, "All-Round Financial Management Services Co., Ltd." fell into silence, receiving no inquiries whatsoever.

Hua Shier wasn't in a hurry. He wasn't short of money; he just wanted to have some fun. Even without business, he still took Zhao Ye to the internet cafe every day and they often went for a foot massage.

Zhao Ye seemed worried that Hua Shier would be anxious, and even comforted him:

"Brother, I think this is normal. Before, it was either elementary school students or migrant workers. That was abnormal!"

Hua Shier stroked his chin: "Do you think our business scope is too narrow?"

He then added several new services to the BBS advertisement post:

'Feng Shui consultation', 'Fortune analysis', 'Space cleaning', and even 'Postpartum care for sows'!
Zhao Ye's lips twitched as he looked at the newly added business:

"Bro, isn't this a bit of a leap? I won't even mention jumping from debt collection to feng shui and fortune telling, but isn't space cleaning just housekeeping? And what the heck is postpartum care for sows?"

Hua Shier calmly said, "Space cleaning is ghost catching. Hasn't Ma Xiaoling seen it, you idiot? As for the postpartum care of the sow, that's a job I found for you. I can't do everything myself, can I? As a shareholder, you have to contribute too!"

Zhao Ye pointed at himself, looking completely bewildered:
"Me? Postpartum care for sows? I don't know anything about that!"

"I can teach you!"

Hua Shier chuckled and said, "It's always good to have more skills. It won't hurt you to learn some. If you don't get into university, you can still become a veterinarian!"

Zhao Ye was speechless: "Thank you!" Hua Shier patted him on the shoulder:

"Come on, we just added a new service, let's celebrate with a big back massage! As the saying goes, if you want to stand out in front of others, you have to get an essential oil back massage!"

Zhao Ye:
The next day after school, Zhao Ye had to leave first because of something at home. Hua Shier went to the internet cafe by himself but found it boring, so he rode his bike home alone.

While passing through a relatively secluded section of road, I was suddenly stopped by several shady-looking young men.

"Kid, so you're Hua Twelve? Come with us, we need to talk to you about something."

The leader, a blond-haired man with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, grabbed Hua Shier's bicycle handlebars with one hand to prevent him from leaving, while with the other hand, he pointed maliciously to a deeper alleyway next to them.

Hua Shier raised an eyebrow, looked at the four or five people on the other side, and then at the few pedestrians on the road. He felt that it was indeed not convenient to make a move here.

He nodded and obediently pushed the cart into the alley with them.

"Okay, let's talk."

Hua Shier also wanted to find a place to have a friendly exchange with these people and ask them who was behind them. The two sides hit it off immediately.

In the distance, Fang Hui rode her bicycle home and saw Hua Shier being half-pushed and half-forced into that dark alley by several people.

Her heart sank. She was all too familiar with this scene. The unpleasant memories of being harassed and threatened by her delinquent friends in junior high school flooded back to her.

In an instant, fear chilled her to the bone, and her first instinct was to get out of this dangerous place as quickly as possible.

But after riding for a short distance, she stopped again.

The image of Hua Shier riding his bicycle and knocking Tang Haibing over to help her out flashed through her mind.

It must be said that although the method was crude, it did help her.

Fang Hui bit her lip, struggled internally for a moment, and finally mustered up her courage to quietly follow them. She hid at the entrance of the alley and nervously peered inside.

In the alley.

Those young thugs had already revealed their ferocious nature, surrounding Hua Twelve and rubbing their fists together in anticipation.

"Kid, you've offended someone. Behave yourself and let us beat you up. We'll leave after we're done with our work. If you don't know what's good for you, don't blame us for teaching you a lesson!"

Hua Shier's smile remained unchanged, and he was about to tease the other party a few times.

Just then, a trembling female voice, strained to be amplified, came from the alley entrance:
"I've already called the police! They'll be here soon!"

It's Fang Hui!
Her hands were clenched into fists, her face was pale, but her eyes held a desperate courage.

The people in the alley were stunned for a moment. The young men were obviously not expected that someone would call the police, and they looked towards the alley entrance in a panic.

In that split second they were distracted, Hua Shier moved. He grabbed the bicycle handlebars and began to rape. Several muffled thuds and screams were heard, and the few young men who had been so aggressive just moments before were now lying on the ground, groaning in pain, unable to resist.

The blond guy tried to run away, but Hua Shier grabbed the mountain bike frame with one hand and threw him out, slamming him to the ground with a thud, making him howl in pain.

Hua Twelve stepped on the blond-haired man's back and asked in a cold voice:
"Who sent you? Be honest, I'll leave after I've finished asking my questions. If you don't know what's good for you, don't blame me for teaching you a lesson!"

Yellow Hair: That word sounds familiar!

The blond-haired guy was a coward too. He had just been hit in the back by a bicycle and felt a lot of pain. He even wondered if his spine had been broken. He immediately confessed, his voice trembling and on the verge of tears:

"It's Zhao Bo, he...he's with me now. He said you bullied him and wants me to teach you a lesson."

Zhao Bo?

Hua Shier thought it was the contractor, but he never expected it to be his cousin!
It seems the lesson learned last time wasn't profound enough.

He loosened his grip, pulled a wad of cash from his pocket, counted it—several hundred yuan—and threw two 50-cent coins on the ground.

"Don't worry, it's just a superficial injury. It will heal in a few months. Use this money to apply some mercurochrome!"

After saying that, he ignored the people groaning on the ground, picked up the bicycle, and seeing that it was still rideable, immediately rode it to the alley entrance.

Fang Hui was still frozen in place, clearly frightened by Hua Shier's fierce display just now.

"It's alright, let's go."

Hua Shier's tone softened a bit; he hadn't expected Fang Hui to come and save him.

Fang Hui snapped out of her daze, looked at Hua Shier, her face pale, nodded with a complicated expression, and silently rode her bicycle beside him.

The two rode in silence for a while, then Hua Twelve suddenly spoke:
"Thanks."

Fang Hui gave a soft "Mmm," and after a while, she whispered:

"I didn't help you much, but I've actually been meaning to thank you for a while."

Hua Shier chuckled and said, "Whether I helped or not is another matter. The important thing is that you helped, so we're even today."

After this incident, the invisible barrier between the two seemed to have melted away considerably.

At least, Fang Hui is no longer as afraid of Hua Twelve as she used to be.

The two returned to the apartment complex together. As they parted, Fang Hui reminded him:

"Be careful in the future; they might cause you more trouble."

Hua Shier pressed the bicycle bell, and amidst the crisp sound, he smiled and said:
"Don't worry, I'm proficient in Mandarin."

He then turned right on his bike and went home.

Fang Hui was somewhat puzzled, and as she rode to the left, she muttered to herself:

"What does this have to do with the Analects?"

It wasn't that she was stupid; the main problem was that she didn't know that the 'Lunyu' that Hua Shier spoke of was completely different from the 'Analects' that she thought it was.

The phrase Hua Shier used was—

Confucius said, "The one who first made funerary figurines, will he have no descendants?" Those who start trouble with me, I will beat them until they have no descendants.

Confucius said, "If I hear the Way in the morning, I can die content in the evening." This means that if you find out the way to your enemy's house, you can go and kill him that very night.

It's impossible to kill him, but it's possible to make sure he has no offspring if you go to beat him at night.

That evening, Hua Shier disguised himself and found Zhao Bo, who was still loitering in a billiard hall. Without any unnecessary words, he rushed in with a baseball bat and decisively broke both of Zhao Bo's legs—his left leg and, well, his middle leg!
"You little brat, you dare mess with me? If you do it again, I'll bury you!"

Hua Shier spoke in a voice only the two of them could hear, into Zhao Bo's ear, who was screaming like a wild boar.

He disguised himself to avoid legal trouble, but he couldn't let Zhao Bo get away with it for nothing. He had to let Zhao Bo know that he was the one who did it before he would feel satisfied!
Amid Zhao Bo's screams, Hua Shier pointed his baseball bat at those who wanted to intervene, deterring them from stepping forward, and then slowly walked away.

That evening, there was a knock on Hua Shier's door, and he was taken to the police station. Zhao Bo called the police.

Hua Twelve had anticipated this.

When asked by the man in the hat, Hua Shier said that he went to the lottery station outside the community after dinner, bought a few lottery tickets, and stayed until very late before going home.

Half an hour later, after the police station confirmed the information, Hua Shier was released because the police had indeed seen him on the lottery station's surveillance footage.

Of course, nobody knew that the one at the lottery station was just a clone in disguise.

The next day at school, Hua Shier and Fang Hui unexpectedly met again at the entrance of the residential area.

This time, there was no awkwardness, no dodging; Fang Hui looked at him and nodded gently.

Hua Shier also slowed down: "Let's go together!"

"Mmm," Fang Hui responded.

The two naturally rode their bikes side by side towards the school.

The morning sunlight shone on them, outlining the silhouettes of the boy and girl walking side by side.

In Fang Hui's heart, a friendship based on shared experiences and subtle understanding, or rather, a deeper connection, is quietly sprouting without her realizing it.

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