Going home for Chinese New Year, I squeezed onto a bus with three energetic young women.

"Huh? A one-on-one fight?!"

The pink-haired delinquent girl put her hands on her hips, nose in the air, and said, "Fine! Come on! Who's afraid of who's a coward!"

Before he could finish speaking...

"My grandson is so good."

Li Jiaxin sneered and, without even giving the other party time to pose or prepare, rushed forward in one swift motion.

At the same time, Chen Tingting and Lin Xiaoshuang also made their move.

The three girls moved in perfect unison, their tacit understanding as if they were born of the same mother.

Li Jiaxin was in charge of grabbing hair, Chen Tingting was in charge of choking, and Lin Xiaoshuang, being short, was in charge of attacking the lower body, kicking and stomping.

"Holy crap! You guys..."

Before the pink-haired delinquent girl could react, she was already being pinned to the ground and rubbed against.

"Clap clap clap!"

"Wasn't it supposed to be a one-on-one fight?!" The pink-haired delinquent girl, clutching her swollen face, wailed, "What kind of skill is it for the three of you to take on one of me?!"

"That's unfair! A rematch! A rematch!"

Chen Tingting straddled her, one hand gripping her collar, the other gesturing in the air: "So this is a one-on-one fight."

"Bullshit! All three of you!"

"That's right," Chen Tingting said matter-of-factly, even thinking this person wasn't very bright: "The three of us are a group, a single unit. You're alone, but you're part of a unit. What's wrong with our unit taking on your unit one-on-one?"

Li Jiaxin chimed in, "Exactly! Haven't you studied math? Do you even understand set theory? We're set A, and you're set B. This is A versus B in a one-on-one fight."

Lin Xiaoshuang blinked her big eyes innocently, "Sister, you don't even understand this? You're so stupid, no wonder you're doing so badly."

The pink-haired delinquent was completely overwhelmed by the three men's inhuman fighting style.

She opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

This... actually makes some sense?

Just then, the glass door of the internet cafe was pushed open again.

"Who the hell dares to touch my woman?!"

A roar came.

A boy, as thin as a telephone pole and with dyed yellow hair, strode in with an air of arrogance.

He was wearing tight pants and loafers; his legs were so thin you were afraid they would break after a few steps.

This is Yang Zhe.

When the pink-haired delinquent saw her savior arrive, she immediately perked up and began struggling desperately on the ground:

"Honey! Help me! They're bullying me!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Zhe's anger flared up instantly.

He rolled up his sleeves, revealing a half-finished double-sided turtle tattoo on his arm, and pointed at the back of Chen Tingting's head before starting to curse:

"You f***ing... uh..."

He stopped mid-sentence, as if a rooster had been choked.

Chen Tingting slowly turned her head, looking at him with amusement:

"What the hell did I do? Go on, tell me."

Yang Zhe's arrogant face froze instantly, and then his pupils dilated in shock.

"Ting... Sister Ting?!"

The air suddenly became quiet.

Unpleasant memories surfaced in Yang Zhe's mind.

That was half a month ago, when his good older brother, Wang Fei, also known as Green Turtle, was thoroughly humiliated by Bai Li's billiards skills at the billiards hall.

That day, Wang Fei made a solemn oath:

From now on, whenever you see Bai Li and his women, you must call them "sister" and take a detour!

Yang Zhe, Wang Fei's loyal follower, was present at the time.

And the red-haired boss in front of us is none other than Chen Tingting, the man's personal general!

Yang Zhe felt a cramp in his calves.

"Oh, you remember me?"

Chen Tingting stood up, dusted off her hands, and looked at him with a half-smile:

"I thought you guys, Wang Fei and your gang, had long forgotten all about the rules."

"How could that be!" Yang Zhe's back bent instantly, a smile more like a grimace plastered on his face, as he pulled out a cigarette from his pocket and offered it to him.

"Sister Ting, what brings you here? We're... like a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding!"

"Misunderstand?"

Chen Tingting didn't take the cigarette, but pointed to the school uniform girl next to her who was still sobbing:

"Forcing good students to accompany clients for drinks is also a misunderstanding?"

"What?!" Yang Zhe's reaction was even stronger than Chen Tingting's upon hearing this.

He suddenly turned around and kicked the pink-haired delinquent girl who had just gotten up from the ground.

"Bang!"

The pink-haired delinquent girl had just regained her footing when she was kicked to the ground again, leaving her completely stunned.

"Husband...?"

"Shut up! Who's your husband!" Yang Zhe knew Chen Tingting never lied, so he grabbed the pink-haired girl and started whipping her like a top.

"Clap clap clap!"

"You stupid bitch, how could you do something like this?" Yang Zhe said, turning to Chen Tingting while smoking, bowing and scraping. "Sister Ting, I really didn't know!"

Chen Tingting scoffed, "Alright, since you don't know, let's just forget about it. But..."

She paused, her eyes turning cold:

"Don't date those scumbags who only bully weaklings anymore. It's beneath you. Otherwise, one day you'll be working as a sewing machine yourself."

"Yes, yes, yes! Sister Ting is right!" Yang Zhe wiped the sweat from his forehead, looking like he had been taught a lesson. "Actually, I didn't mean to either, it's just... sigh, men are sometimes blind."

Then he looked at the pink-haired girl and said, "Break up! Now get out of here!"

He didn't care about the pink-haired girl at all, because the young man had no shortage of girls; he could call over ten with just one phone call.

At the same time, in order to save face in front of Chen Tingting, Yang Zhe straightened his back and waved his hand.

"Don't worry, Sister Ting. Although I, Yang Zhe, am not good with women, my brothers are absolutely loyal and righteous!"

As he spoke, in order to demonstrate his leadership skills, he casually grabbed one of his underlings who was watching the show.

"Tell me out loud, do you love your brothers more or your wife?!"

The younger brother, only fifteen or sixteen years old, was chewing betel nut when he heard his boss ask a question. He immediately stood at attention, his eyes gleaming with fervor, and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Reporting to Brother Zhe! I love my brother's wife!!"

"..."

Yang Zhe's smile froze on his face, and his lips twitched wildly.

"Fuck your mother!!"

Yang Zhe kicked out and sent the underling flying two meters away.

"Are you fucking brain-stem deficient?! Huh?! Who do you love?!"

The younger brother, clutching his stomach and looking aggrieved, was still arguing back.

"Brother Zhe, didn't you teach us this? Nothing's more fun than your wife..."

"Fuck your mother!!"

Seeing this, another, more quick-witted henchman immediately rushed over and finished off the unfortunate guy, kicking and cursing him all the while:

"Stop talking nonsense! Stop talking nonsense! How could you say something like that out loud?! That's our secret!"

Yang Zhe: "???"

Yang Zhe felt that he had completely lost face today.

in the corner.

Bai Li was watching with great interest. He had been greedy and should have saved it for the Spring Festival Gala.

Just then, Jiang Ruyue, who had been hiding behind him, suddenly tugged at his sleeve.

Bai Li turned around and found Jiang Ruyue's face was deathly pale.

She hid herself completely in Bai Li's shadow, stood on tiptoe, and pressed her lips to Bai Li's ear, her voice trembling.

"Bai... Bai Li..."

"What's wrong?" Bai Li raised an eyebrow. Was this girl frightened?

"That...that blond guy..." Jiang Ruyue pointed at Yang Zhe, who was beating up his underlings, and said in a very low voice, "That's my classmate!!"

"ha?"

Bai Li was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously glanced at Yang Zhe, who was swearing and had a double-sided turtle tattoo on his face, and was kicking his sister-in-law's younger brother.

"Your classmate? From No. 1 High School?"

"Ugh!" Jiang Ruyue was almost in tears: "And...and he's second in our grade!!"

"He always scores two points lower than me on exams! The teacher says he has the potential to get into Tsinghua or Peking University; he's a top-tier student!!"

"puff--"

Bai Li felt like his worldview had shattered.

He stared in disbelief at Yang Zhe, who was grabbing his underling by the collar and cursing him with "CNM".

Second in the grade?

The looks of someone from Tsinghua or Peking University?

This is it?!

"Wait..." Bai Li felt a little confused. "This isn't right, is it? Shouldn't the second-ranked student in the grade be doing practice problems in the library?"

Jiang Ruyue was so anxious that she stamped her feet:

"Oh, you don't understand! He's always like this at school! He always ties his school uniform around his waist, walks with a swaying gait, and talks to teachers in that same nonchalant manner..."

"But whenever there's an exam, he's like he's on a cheat code!"

Bai Li was speechless at Yang Zhe's latest reversal.

So... the clown was actually myself.

Is this the disguise of a top academic genius?

"Don't leave after school, just wait for me." It turns out it wasn't a fight, but an appointment with the teacher for after-school tutoring?

That hole-in in the billiards hall wasn't for showing off, but rather a practical study of the Pythagorean theorem and the physical model of elastic collisions.

Did he hand over all the protection money he collected to the tutoring center?

The Liqun cigarette he was holding in his mouth wasn't for showing off; it was to keep him awake and alert when he got sleepy from doing practice problems.

Even coming to this illegal internet cafe...

Bai Li thought Yang Zhe was here to take online classes!

"What a talent..."

"Such a small county town has so many oddities."

Bai Li couldn't help but sigh.

"What should we do?" Jiang Ruyue grabbed Bai Li's arm, almost crying in desperation.

"What if he recognizes me..."

"I'll be the subject of jokes throughout the grade!"

Bai Li couldn't help but laugh when he saw her looking like the sky had fallen.

He reached out and straightened Jiang Ruyue's colorful, afro-like wig, then pointed to the red Want Want bodysuit she was wearing.

"Don't worry," Bai Li comforted him. "Looking at you like this... let alone your classmates, even your own mother probably wouldn't recognize you."

"Unless he has superhuman eyesight, he would never imagine that the top student in the grade who spoke under the national flag would look like this."

"Really...really?" Jiang Ruyue looked at him suspiciously.

"Really," Bai Li said confidently, "If I get recognized because of this, I'll eat this keyboard on the spot."

Jiang Ruyue finally breathed a sigh of relief and shrank back into her seat, but she still didn't dare to look up, leaving only a red silhouette outside.

At this point, the farce over there also came to an end.

Although Chen Tingting is usually carefree, she knows how to behave appropriately.

"Alright." Chen Tingting waved her hand impatiently, "Take your people and get out of here, don't get in the way."

"Also, that girl named Xiaoyu, if I find out again that someone is bullying her, Yang Zhe, I'll have a serious talk with you about life."

"Understood! Understood!" Yang Zhe exclaimed, feeling as if he had been granted a pardon. "Sister Ting, don't worry, from now on, Xiaoyu is my own sister! Anyone who dares to touch her, I'll cripple them!"

Yang Zhe walked to the door and then noticed Bai Li in the corner.

Although the light was dim, the man sitting on the tattered sofa exuded an aura as if he were sitting on a royal throne.

Yang Zhe's heart skipped a beat.

That's...that gentleman!

He quickly stopped and bowed respectfully to Bai Li:

"Hello...Brother Li!"

Bai Li didn't speak, but simply nodded slightly in response.

Yang Zhe wiped his sweat, secretly glad that he had admitted his mistake quickly today. Otherwise, if this guy had caught him, he would have been humiliated for pretending to be weak while actually being strong.

He straightened up, just as he was about to turn and leave.

Sudden.

His gaze inadvertently swept over the red figure sitting next to Bai Li.

Although it was just a view from behind.

Although she was wearing an exaggerated wig.

Despite wearing an extremely unfashionable Want Want bodysuit.

But that posture... that ramrod straight back... and those hands clasped together on her knees, gripped tightly with nervousness...

Those fingers were long and slender, with neatly trimmed nails—the kind of hands that belonged to someone who played the piano all year round.

Yang Zhe felt an overwhelming sense of familiarity. He scratched his head frantically, trying to recall, as if he were about to grow a brain.

Finally, a figure I had seen countless times in the examination hall, on the podium, and in photos on the honor roll came to mind.

His voice trembled slightly, carrying a hint of probing:

"Huh?!"

"A goddess...?"