Reborn veteran, lying flat since high school

Who is Tang Yisheng?

At the entrance of Class Two classroom, Yang Yuehan appeared unusually imposing, standing out against the backdrop of two arrogant blond-haired men.

The noisy scene in the classroom immediately quieted down.

The students weren't afraid of the teachers, but they were afraid of the domineering student leader.

Yang Yuehan is the leader of the cram school. She rides her motorcycle around like a whirlwind, and wherever she goes, she's followed by a group of followers.

Such people, regardless of gender, are the most intimidating among students.

For a moment, the classroom was completely silent.

Yang Yuehan frowned and looked around again.

When they realized that no one had come forward to claim it, they couldn't help but feel frustrated.

"Where are they? Which one is it?"

Yang Yuehan glared at Yang Xu, who was shrinking his neck and pretending to be an ostrich.

I don't know any of this damn Tang Yisheng. Since you're looking for trouble with him, I've brought him here now. You have to point out who he is, right?

My older sister was furious at her lack of ambition.

That cowardly younger brother of yours is better off being thrown out of the house like trash.

"He's not here, he's gone."

With everyone watching, Yang Xu had no choice but to speak, even though he was hesitant.

How embarrassing.

Although they are not afraid of Tang Yisheng, it would be better to keep the conflict hidden and avoid making it public.

Unfortunately, my older sister has a fiery temper and forced me to speak in front of the whole class.

I feel so helpless.

"Gone? Where did they go?"

"I called him out of the classroom last period."

Yang Xu was a bit cunning; he deliberately didn't mention Zhao Tiejun.

"office?"

Yang Yuehan fell into thought, wondering whether to wait a while before confronting him or wait for Tang Yisheng to return in the corridor.

"It was Zhao Tiejun who called him; he left the school."

A girl at the door whispered a reminder.

Yang Yuehan knew her; she lived in the building next door to Yang Xu's and was a classmate of Yang Xu at No. 1 Middle School.

"Yang Xu, get your ass over here!"

Yang Yuehan shouted angrily and turned to leave Class 2 classroom.

Yang Xu was confused, but his sister had a strong presence, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and leave the classroom.

"Is the person you're talking about very familiar with Zhao Tiejun?"

"Maybe, but I don't know."

Yang Xu tried to argue his way out, making a last-ditch effort.

Yang Yuehan was his older sister, and she was very familiar with her younger brother's roundabout thoughts. Seeing his downcast head and droopy eyes, she immediately knew the answer.

Was Zhao Tiejun present when you rented the books?

"Tell me the truth, was it that person who slapped you, or Zhao Tiejun?"

"They were together, and I... I didn't notice..."

"You're really something."

Yang Yuehan's fingertip almost poked Yang Xu's nose.

The deed is done, and if we just let it go, we'll lose face.

But if we really go against Zhao Tiejun—

Yang Yuehan tilted her head and looked at the two boys from her class who had come with her.

There was hesitation in their eyes.

There's a saying that the ruthless fear the reckless, and the reckless fear the fearless.

Zhao Tiejun was a ruthless man who could chase someone half a mile after being stabbed in the abdomen and beat them half to death.

Yang Yuehan didn't want to offend anyone easily.

"Sister, how about... how about..."

"You've been using all your attention on me, haven't you? Give me more money tomorrow, or you'll suffer."

"Huh? Why do I need to pay more?"

"I brought people here today, and Zhao Tiejun and his gang will find out soon enough. Now everyone in your class knows I'm standing up for you. If this isn't settled, do you think they won't cause you trouble?"

Yang Yuehan put her arms around Yang Xu's neck, pulled him to the corner of the corridor, and whispered in his ear.

Yang Xu was startled.

"It's all your fault, you had to call me out in front of everyone."

"Is it my fault?"

Yang Yuehan didn't take it seriously: "Do you want to be bullied by Zhao Tiejun's gang, or by both the cram school and Zhao Tiejun's gang?"

Yang Xu was almost in tears, his eyes were red, and he struggled to lift his head from under his armpits, looking pitifully at his older sister.

"It's better to lose money than to suffer a bigger disaster, understand? Get your money ready, and I'll help you sort this out, okay?

……

"Junzi, even our homeroom teacher gives you face, you're something else."

On the way home, Tang Yisheng jokingly teased Zhao Tiejun.

"This is nothing. If you don't want to go to class in the future, just tell me and I'll come and get you to come out and play."

"What do you say, if you help me ask for leave?"

"Sure, no problem at all. I can't guarantee it will be too late, but I can definitely get it done for you in ten days or half a month."

"Great job, we're counting on you from now on."

Tang Yisheng made up his mind.

It's fine if I don't study this, as long as I can take the college entrance exam on time, that's enough.

Tang Yisheng couldn't muster even the slightest motivation from a high school that could even get the arts and sciences reports wrong.

However, Tang Yisheng felt a little reluctant when he thought of his English teacher, Han Chunlan.

Especially after learning that Han Chunlan was Tang Ting, I inexplicably felt that Teacher Han's image and temperament had increased by two degrees.

Perhaps this is a mark of my childhood.

Strictly speaking, Tang Ting should be the first love of the naive young boy, right?

Otherwise, why would he still shamelessly play house even though he's already in elementary school, and insist on having Tang Ting as his wife?

but--

If first love is a white moonlight, then Tang Yisheng has inadvertently acquired two white rice grains.

It doesn't matter.

One can be hung on the left waist, and another on the right waist.

It's alright, it doesn't matter.

The two walked through the back gate of the school, through the grove of trees and the farmland of Tangjia Village, and followed the path along the eastern lake bay to the drying ground.

"Hey? Where's your yard? Why are there construction shacks there?"

As Zhao Tiejun asked the question, he began to walk inside.

He probably thought Tang Yisheng was staying in one of the rooms here.

"I don't live here, I live in the back yard."

"Is it your uncle's family, or your grandmother's?"

"They moved to the city, and this house now belongs to me."

"Sharing accommodations?"

"No, it was a direct transaction. The property ownership certificates and land use certificates have been issued, and all three houses are now in my name."

"You don't want the apartment building in the city anymore?"

"It's close to the school here, and it's inconvenient to go to and from school if we live in the city."

Where are your parents?

"We're divorced."

"Old Tang, what's wrong with you right now?"

Zhao Tiejun abandoned his nonchalant attitude and asked seriously.

"Go home first, sit down and talk slowly."

Walk around the edge of the drying ground, around the south entrance of the alley, and into the middle courtyard.

The yard ground has been paved with cement, the cowshed in the southeast corner has been converted into a toilet, and the exterior walls have also been plastered with cement.

Although Zhao Tiejun was curious, he was more interested in knowing how his childhood friend was doing, so he didn't visit the house right away.

He plopped down on the sofa.

"Tell me, what exactly happened?"

Tang Yisheng closed the door, opened the commemorative fan, and then went through the west room to take out two bottles of orange juice from the kitchen refrigerator.

"They got divorced and sent me back to fend for myself. Luckily, they gave me that apartment in the city, but then my uncle took a liking to it and insisted on swapping it with my grandma. What could I do? I just agreed to the swap."

"You've suffered in silence. Your cousin isn't a good person either, he's a spineless coward. I'll get revenge for you later and teach him a lesson."

"Come on, I just got rid of the trouble, don't make things worse for me. I finally have some free time, and I don't want to deal with those relatives again."

"They replaced your apartment in the city with a dilapidated house in the village, didn't they give you any compensation?"

"What are you going to make up for? They haven't even paid the rent for the city apartment for the past two years."

"So what will you do in the future? Will your parents give you living expenses?"