Reborn veteran, lying flat since high school

"...We hit him that day, can't you just stay safe?"

Ten minutes between classes.

Zhang Lei from Class 8 walked out of the classroom and specifically sought out Duan Xueyou.

He would pose with his arms crossed and leaning against the wall by the back door almost every class.

"What I have with that kid is none of your business, so don't get involved."

Duan Xueyou raised his chin and turned his face away, not wanting Zhang Lei to see the twitching at the corner of his mouth.

Instead of addressing their own problems, they're making excuses for that little brat...

During junior high and high school, the greatest benefit of learning is developing the brain and increasing the likelihood of teenagers being intelligent.

A poor student like Duan Xueyou can't tell the difference between good and bad words.

The less one is enlightened, the more stubborn one becomes, and the more easily one gets stuck on trivial matters.

She doesn't love me.

She cared more about that little brat Tang Yisheng.

Anyone who dares to touch a woman I've set my sights on, I'll make sure they pay.

Such thunderous thoughts surged again and again in Duan Xueyou's apathetic mind, like the Yellow River overflowing its banks, becoming uncontrollable.

"snort!"

Duan Xueyou grew angrier the more he thought about it, and glared fiercely at Cui Rui, who had just come out of the restroom.

Cui Rui was bewildered by the glare.

Did I take too long to urinate and make Boss Duan impatient?

No, why is he waiting for me?

Do I need to tell you anything?

Jiang Ruoxi secretly dragged Zhang Lei away.

Little Chili's inherently strong and assertive nature is overflowing; Duan Xueyou's demeanor and his consistent "school evaluations" make her feel like she can't rub his whiskers.

Besides, what kind of questions did Zhang Lei ask? Is her brain filled with blockheads?

Now, even second-grade students know about the conflict between Tang Yisheng from Class 6 and Duan Xueyou from Class 9.

Zhang Lei even mentioned Tang Yisheng in front of Duan Xueyou.

"Oh, Ruoxi, why are you pulling me?"

Zhang Lei's academic performance is better than Jiang Ruoxi's, but she seems to be using up more of her brain cells, at least not much of them to deal with Duan Xueyou.

"Class is about to start, hurry back to your seats."

"Oh, right. But..."

"No buts, there aren't that many buts."

Zhang Lei wanted to say something more, but the class bell rang at just the right time.

Zhang Lei immediately focused her energy on the content of the next lesson.

The corridor outside the classroom.

Duan Xueyou wasn't in a hurry at all: "Go to the sports team after school at noon and ask when my brother and the others will finish training."

"I'll go ask after school at noon."

Cui Ruike doesn't have the same confidence as Duan Xueyou.

Moreover, Duan Xueyou could enter the classroom through the back door in just two steps, while he would have to run a distance, so it was obvious that he would be late.

However, even though he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, he still managed to stand still, which shows he's quite a talent.

The lackey is quite talented.

"Go ahead, and let me know before class this afternoon."

Duan Xueyou waved his hand, then slowly left the wall he was leaning against and walked into the classroom.

The teacher at the front gate had already gone in and saw Jacky Duan, but didn't pay much attention to him.

Top students, average students, and hardworking but struggling students are the ones teachers devote 99% of their energy to.

Duan Xueyou happens to belong to the remaining 1%. As long as he doesn't disrupt classroom order or hinder other students' progress, the teachers generally turn a blind eye.

Cui Rui took off running back to his classroom.

It's all his fault for holding in his pee too long and shaking it a few more times.

If I had left half a minute earlier, I probably could have made it back just in time.

It was indeed more convenient for Cui Rui to inquire about the situation at the sports team than for Duan Xueyou, because Cui Rui passed by the training base every time he went home, making him more suitable to gather information.

……

Tang Yisheng has been reborn for nine days and is now enjoying his first long weekend.

After four classes on Saturday morning, there is a day and a half of holiday. Morning exercises begin at 5:40 on Monday.

Self-study ends early.

Tang Yisheng and Fatty went to the cafeteria to get their food.

Three fried pork-stuffed peppers, four fried radish slices, and two pieces of fermented bean curd.

Six large white steamed buns, and half a bowl of tomato and egg soup to fill the gaps.

Tang Yisheng's meals have been incredibly extravagant lately.

Wang Min took a seat first, waiting for Tang Yisheng and Fatty to bring their food.

She was Tang Yisheng's creditor. Aside from being a little awkward at first, she had become familiar with the fat man these past few days and was now enjoying his free meals and drinks without any worries.

Of course, she also contributed her own breakfast fund.

The three of them agreed to chip in for breakfast together from now on, so that they could have a variety of dishes, eat their fill, and enjoy a better atmosphere.

Not far away, Jiang Ruoxi, Zhang Lei, and a few other girls were gathered together.

It seems that lately, these girls from the mixed liberal arts classes have been consistently staying next to Tang Yisheng and his friends.

It has a bit of that "the scale can't be separated from the weight" feel to it.

When Wang Min first joined Tang Yisheng and Fatty's dinner party, the three of them seemed to have been subjected to cold looks and gossip for a short period of time.

However, it was too sporadic and lacked continuity, and it failed to reach a certain scale.

Tang Yisheng was tall and strong, the fat man was broad and sturdy, and Wang Min was plain-looking, plain in every way, and quite petite.

Tang Yisheng only learned during dinner that Wang Min was actually born in the Year of the Ox.

She's too young. It's not that she hasn't grown up yet, but rather that she may not have had a chance to grow up at all.

Based on Tang Yisheng's predictions for Wang Min's future development, he estimates that the girl will still be a minor when she goes to university.

Students from the Class of 01 in the School of Political Science and Law should be careful, as the Law on the Protection of Minors only considers age, not academic qualifications.

A classmate like Wang Min would be somewhat of a stretch to pair with either Tang Yisheng or the chubby Wang Liqiang.

"Scandals" are destined to have no place to exist.

After all, the Provincial Experimental High School is a key high school, and even the worst students there have brains.

So the three of them eating rice balls were ignored by all their classmates and didn't cause any stir.

"Ugh."

Tang Yisheng sighed unconsciously as he ate.

"What's wrong with Old Tang? It's only been a few days, has he already gotten tired of eating meat and chili peppers?"

The fat man continued to eat voraciously, and his conversation flowed freely without interruption.

"Just eat yours."

Tang Yisheng's troubles are something that people like Fatty certainly can't understand.

Wang Min, being a minor, couldn't possibly understand this.

Tang Yisheng turned his head and glanced at the person diagonally opposite him.

His eyes met Zhang Lei's, and he paused for several seconds before looking away.

Tang Yisheng, naturally thick-skinned and with piercing eyes, would never back down.

Zhang Lei was embarrassed.

I can't take it anymore.

He lowered his head.

That must be the case.

Tang Yisheng took a bite of the fried pork and chili peppers, then used his Eagle Claw technique on the white steamed bun he was holding up with his left hand. Feeling the soft and bouncy resistance, he finally lowered his head and tore off a piece of meat from the bun.

What great things can be accomplished by being so indecisive!

Tang Yisheng's inner monologue.

Is Duan Xueyou, that good-for-nothing, going to fight or not?

I've been preparing for a week, and my patience for guarding against thieves for a thousand days is almost worn out.

Although the extended problem-solving period did not significantly impact Tang Yisheng's quality of life, it did affect his progress in becoming wealthy.

Tang Yisheng was carrying a "huge sum" of four thousand yuan.

That very night, Tang Yisheng's stepfather, Song Zhiming, left six hundred yuan on the desk in his room.

It should have been five hundred, but the extra one hundred was probably an extra subsidy from Song Zhiming.

Tang Yisheng became quite wealthy.

Despite being burdened with huge debts and obligations, adults are not afraid of debt, but they are afraid of not having cash flow.

If all that money could be invested in the stock market, it would earn at least three to five hundred yuan in just one week.

Now all we can do is watch helplessly.

Because more than half of the money is "frozen," it needs to be carried with you every day.

Every time I got out of school, I had to carefully move it into my pocket for later use.

This makes it convenient for him to take it out discreetly at any time.