Courtyard House: Drunk and tipsy, the whole courtyard exposed at the start.

At the school gate, seven or eight people lay sprawled on the ground, while the others with minor injuries stood far away. Some female college students were cursing loudly, but dared not approach them.

Of course, Zhang Dabiao didn't lay a hand on the girls; he just made some small movements to scare them.

"Shall we continue?" Zhang Dabiao asked.

No one said a word.

"If you're not going to hit me, I'm leaving."

Just as he was about to leave, several more people rushed out of the school gate—wearing gray uniforms and red armbands. The one leading them was a middle-aged man, none other than Section Chief Wang from the school's security department.

"Stop! All of you, stop!"

Zhang Dabiao sighed; it seemed he wouldn't be able to leave for the time being.

This isn't a street fight where there are no security cameras and you can just fight and run. If this matter isn't handled properly, Mu Wanqing will be in a very passive position at school.

Section Chief Wang rushed over and saw the students rolling on the ground, and then saw Zhang Dabiao stepping on them. His eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

"What...what are you doing?!"

"Section Chief Wang!" Zhao Weiguo cried, his voice trembling with sobs as he lay on the ground. "This thug came to the school and caused trouble! He beat people up! He beat us all up!"

Section Chief Wang's face turned ashen: "Comrade, what are you doing—"

Zhang Dabiao loosened his grip and pointed at the group of good-for-nothings, saying, "They started it."

"Bullshit!" Zhao Weiguo scrambled to his feet, pointing to the shoe print on his face. "Look at this, you stepped on it!"

Zhang Dabiao also raised the wrist guard (human restraint device) on his hand, which also had a large shoe print on it: "You attacked first, so it's only right that I retaliate."

"As for stepping on your face, it was just an accident because there were too many people."

"you--"

"Alright!" Section Chief Wang interrupted them. "All of you, come with me to the security office! Don't even think about running away!"

He turned to look at Zhang Dabiao, his expression conveying the message: "If you dare to run, then we won't be polite."

Several guards nearby also surrounded Zhang Dabiao, each holding a stick, but Zhang Dabiao didn't care.

If they really want to run, these people can't stop them.

My 1v13 record at the steel rolling mill is documented; those were all workers and security personnel, and they were incredibly strong. You fragile college students studying music performance really don't have much fighting power.

Zhang Dabiao shrugged: "Fine, I'll go."

He turned back to look for Mu Wanqing.

Mu Wanqing stood beside the bicycle, her face pale and her eyes red.

Zhang Dabiao walked over and whispered, "It's nothing."

"But……"

"No buts." He patted the back of her hand. "Come with me. We can't leave this unresolved."

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The Sijiu City Art Academy borrowed a classroom because there were too many people involved, and it was packed to the brim.

Seventeen or eighteen male college students with bruises and swelling were huddled together. Zhang Dabiao leaned against the windowsill, and Mu Wanqing sat next to him, her head down, clutching the hem of her clothes.

Section Chief Wang asked with a serious expression, "What exactly is going on?"

Someone has already notified the student counselor and department head of Mu Wanqing and the other students. Before they arrive, he, as the head of the security department, needs to find out the situation first.

At first glance, although the students all had bruises and swelling, and some even had nosebleeds and abrasions, they were all minor injuries.

At least they weren't missing any arms or legs.

When Zhang Dabiao came in, Section Chief Wang checked his "protective gear" and found that it was for physical training, which showed that Zhang Dabiao had held back.

Putting everything else aside, if Zhang Dabiao really wanted to hurt someone, he had 10 pounds of iron strapped to his leg; one kick from him could definitely break a person's bones.

Having seen that he was only stepping on the students without breaking them, I realized that he was holding back.

[This person is skilled in martial arts, and they're holding back, which means they don't want to escalate the situation and are showing restraint.]

Therefore, Section Chief Wang did not want to offend people to the point of no return.

Zhao Weiguo hurriedly shouted, "Section Chief Wang! This scoundrel—he, he hit someone!"

Zhang Dabiao rolled his eyes: "You're the hooligan! Your whole family are hooligans!"

Zhao Weiguo—"?!"

Section Chief Wang looked at the shoe print on his face, then at Zhang Dabiao by the window.

"Did you hit him?"

Zhang Dabiao nodded.

"Why are you hitting me?"

"They attacked first, I acted in self-defense."

Section Chief Wang's expression was rather strange. "You took down 17 people all by yourself in self-defense?!"

"Bullshit!" Zhao Weiguo jumped up again. "We're here to protect our classmates! This scoundrel comes to school every day to harass the female students, we—"

"Wait a minute." Old Zhou raised his hand to interrupt him, "Harassing a female classmate? Who?"

"Her!" Zhao Weiguo pointed at Mu Wanqing. "Mu Wanqing! She's our classmate! This scoundrel picks her up after school every day, makes her sit on the back of his car, and—and he keeps slamming on the brakes! All the boys in our class saw it!"

Old Zhou looked at Mu Wanqing.

Mu Wanqing raised her head, her eyes red-rimmed, then pointed at Zhang Dabiao and said in a steady voice, "Section Chief Wang, he is my boyfriend."

The classroom was silent for two seconds.

"...A partner?" Section Chief Wang was taken aback. "You two are dating?"

"Yes." Mu Wanqing nodded.

Zhao Weiguo panicked: "Impossible! It's fake! Wanqing, you can't use such an excuse to protect him. How could you—how could you possibly date such a scoundrel?!"

He almost asked me directly, "How am I worse than him? Why don't you date me?"

"You're the good-for-nothing, your whole family are good-for-nothings," Zhang Dabiao interjected.

"you--"

"Alright!" Section Chief Wang slammed his hand on the table. "Stop arguing! Speak one at a time!"

He looked at Mu Wanqing first: "Miss, tell me, is this person your boyfriend?"

Mu Wanqing nodded.

"How long have you been dating?"

"It started last year."

"Last year?" Old Zhou frowned. "Were you in college then?"

"Not yet. Last year I was... working in a factory while also studying for exams at home."

Old Zhou looked at Zhang Dabiao: "And you?"

Zhang Dabiao shrugged: "I'm not a student at your school, so what's it to you?"

Zhang Dabiao is really cool.

"..."

Old Zhou pondered for a moment— "That makes sense… They're not students at our school, so I really can't control them, can I?"

But then he asked, "Sir, what's your name? Which organization do you work for?"

"Zhang Dabiao, Sijiucheng Arts and Crafts School, secondary vocational school."

A vocational school student is dating a college girl?

Is the boy younger than the girl?

Everyone was stunned.

Just as Lao Zhou was about to ask another question, the door was pushed open.

Three people entered—a middle-aged man wearing glasses, a woman in a Lenin suit, and an old man with gray hair.

"Mu Wanqing!" A middle-aged man wearing glasses strode over. "I heard someone got into a fight because of you. What happened?!"

Mu Wanqing stood up, her voice trembling, "Counselor Liu..."

Counselor Liu—a full-time political worker in the music department, in his early forties, always looked at people with a scrutinizing gaze.

He glanced at Zhang Dabiao, then at the students with bruised and swollen faces all over the room, and his expression darkened: "What exactly is going on here? Can someone explain this to me?"

Zhao Weiguo cried out as if he'd seen a savior: "Teacher Liu! This scoundrel—he comes to school every day to harass Mu Wanqing! We couldn't stand it anymore today, so we tried to stop him, and he—he beat us all up!"

Zhang Dabiao was getting impatient: "You keep calling others hooligans, is this the quality of students at your school?"

"What's wrong with you? You're the one who accused me first, so you think you're right?"