After the fake young master left home, he discovered that it wasn't raining at all outside.

The bell rang for the last class at Shangjing Middle School. Only Lu Ze and Zhu Yan were in the infirmary at that moment, and the medical staff were applying medicine to them.

"Brother Yan, do you really not need to go to the hospital to get your injury checked?" Lu Ze himself was also seriously injured, but his eyes were full of worry for Zhu Yan.

"I used to take you to fight in the north of the city every day. You were covered in bruises, but we never went to the hospital. What's this?" Zhu Yan didn't care. The injuries would heal in a few days.

When they were little, Wen Lin and Lan Li didn't care about Zhu Yan at all. Zhu Yan couldn't understand why no one in his family cared about whether he got a perfect score on a test, won first place in the whole school, or won a competition.

With no one to care for him, his personality began to change from obedient to aloof. So Xu Zhiyuan took him and Lu Ze out to play every day. The places weren't bars frequented by rich young men, but rather the slums in the north of the city.

Because the location is somewhat remote and the geographical location is not good, and the country has not developed it, no one cares about it, so some evil forces often appear and oppress the people.

The three of them were bursting with a sense of justice, and they certainly couldn't sit idly by. So they challenged the people to fights every day and made a bet that if the people lost, they would stay away from the poor people here.

At first, how could those young masters possibly beat a group of people who fought every day? So when they saw they were about to lose, they quickly ran away.

Later, they gradually improved their skills. When the gang of thugs couldn't beat them and wanted revenge, they never expected that the people who were chasing them every day had such powerful backgrounds.

Waaaaah~

They must all be bored out of their minds, why are they chasing after them and beating them up?

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There was nothing else they could do; they couldn't fight back, and they couldn't retaliate. So they had no choice but to reform and live peacefully with the other people.

Thus, the three of them were granted a banquet, and their status in the north of the city was comparable to that of the emperor.

However, every time Zhu Yan came home after a fight, covered in dirt and covered in injuries, he would get a scolding.

Indeed, in the Wen family, when Zhu Yan was injured, she never received any pity or care, but rather countless accusations and physical punishments.

"You, a young master of the Wen family, are always out fighting! What kind of behavior is this?!"

"Get out of here and kneel down in the living room!!!"

"If there's a next time, you don't need to come back!"

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But this certainly didn't stop Zhu Yan. He continued to play, help, and fight as usual. If he got injured, he would just bandage it up and find an excuse to go stay at Lu Ze's house, since no one cared about him anyway.

So every time Lu Ze's father saw the two of them come back covered in injuries, he was used to it, feeling both heartache and helplessness.

But Zhu Yan was quite envious; at least Lu Ze was at home and someone cared about him.

And all he did was scold.

"I'll probably have to trouble Uncle Lu again these next few days," Zhu Yan said, looking at his wound.

"My dad has no problem with it, it just depends on whether your family agrees."

"I just asked my father, and he agreed."

Thank goodness he agreed, otherwise Zhu Yan estimated that he would have to kneel in the ancestral hall when he returned this time.

After all, the Wen family's rules were so strict, let alone the Zhu family, a century-old clan.

The two stayed in the infirmary for a while, and then lingered on the way home. It was already time for school to end.

The school gate was unusually lively today.

Wen Chen and Gu Ye were carried to the school gate; the scene was quite spectacular. Their disheveled appearance drew a burst of laughter from everyone.

"Isn't this the real young master the Wen family recently found? And what happened to the eldest young master of the Gu family? What happened to him?"

"Hahahahahahaha... Who's so awesome? Beating them both up like that, I'm impressed."

"My God, who's so brave? Even though I've disliked Gu Ye for a long time, I wouldn't dare beat him up like this."

"This... Xiao Chen? Who... who beat you up like this!" Coincidentally, Wen Lin happened to be on his way to pick up Wen Chen today, but when he saw him beaten half to death, his anger soared.

"Dad...it was a banquet." Wen Chen cried, tears streaming down her face, as she pleaded with Wen Lin, "He took Gu Ye and me to the garbage dump and beat us up badly. Dad, you have to stand up for me!"

When Wen Chen saw Wen Lin, tears streamed down her face. Her pitiful appearance made Wen Lin feel sorry for her.

"Tsk tsk tsk, is all Wen Chen can do is spout nonsense?" Lu Ze stood aside watching the show, feeling utterly disgusted by what he saw.

"That's a blind spot for surveillance. Whatever he says goes. Wen Lin will definitely believe him without a doubt." Zhu Yan had already anticipated this.

As luck would have it, at that moment, Wen Lin happened to see Zhu Yan standing to the side and roared:

"Congratulations! The Wen family raised you for over ten years, and you repay kindness with enmity?"

Zhu Yan glanced at him. "You know that already. Tell your eldest son not to provoke me, or else I'll... go!" Zhu Yan's pupils suddenly widened, and he grabbed Lu Ze beside him and ran into the school.

"Brother Yan?" Lu Ze was confused and was pulled along by Zhu Yan, who was limping.

"They've come to collect mine." Zhu Yan said succinctly, but Lu Ze still looked confused until he heard something behind him...

"My God! Isn't that the mysterious convoy that went viral online yesterday?! What are they doing here?"

"No way, that important person...is a student at our school?"

"My goodness, the Jade Emperor! How can he be so young and handsome!"

"Wait...he looks familiar...ah! Isn't he the president?!"

In no time, the crowd of onlookers at the door had descended into chaos.

Let's boil it; we can even drink a sip while it's hot.

Lin Shen, who was in the passenger seat, got out of the car and quickly walked to the back seat to open the car door for Zhu Cheng. Zhu Cheng, dressed in a black bespoke suit and shiny red-soled black leather shoes, stepped out of the car in full view of everyone.

Zhu Cheng glanced at Wen Lin, suppressed his anger, and walked past him before taking out his phone to make a call. On Zhu Yan's end, his phone rang. After a few seconds of internal struggle, he answered:

"Big brother?"

"Where are you?" Zhu Cheng's voice was unreadable. "I've come to take you home."

"Didn't Father promise me I could go to Lu Ze's house?" Zhu Yan asked tentatively.

Zhu Cheng paused for a few seconds, then said, "If you don't go back today, the entire Zhu family will explode."

No way, that's an exaggeration.

At this point, Zhu Yan was completely devastated; he could no longer hide the fact that he had been fighting.

"Wait for me at the door, I'll be right there." Zhu Yan had no choice but to agree.

"Where will you be? I'll carry you there." Zhu Cheng's tone left no room for refusal.

Sure enough, they even knew where he was injured.

"No need, no need, I can manage on my own," Zhu Yan quickly refused.

"Ayan." With just these words, Zhu Yan's heart trembled.

"At the entrance of a teaching building."

"Wait here, don't wander off."

After hanging up the phone, Zhu Yan seemed to have lost all her strength and ability.

"Brother Yan, how about I take you to my house now?" Lu Ze kindly offered Zhu Yan a solution.

"You only have one house, not enough for them to bomb."

"What should we do then?"

"Please observe a moment of silence for me."

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