Chapter 0005: Don't Blame Me for Bullying You

Not long after, they left the classroom. About a hundred meters from the school gate, they saw a crowd—forty or fifty people, all dressed in the uniforms of Jinghai No.1 High School.

Some stood in groups of three or five, lighting cigarettes and enveloping themselves in a haze of smoke, thinking themselves quite suave. Others kept their heads down, absorbed in their phones, cursing their teammates for being useless. A few were discussing which class had the prettiest girls, boasting about their figures and fair legs.

Yin Rou Rou frowned as she looked at this group. She hadn’t expected Lü Zhaotang to bring so many people. Were the people Chen Bing called really reliable? Worry gnawed at her heart, yet she showed no sign of backing down—she was clearly someone who’d weathered storms before.

Zhu Jianlong followed closely behind Yin Rou Rou. At this moment, he seemed to make a great decision, touching the knife hidden in his pocket. He had made up his mind.

“Boss, that Zhu guy is here.”

In the crowd, a skinny, yellow-haired youth flicked away his cigarette butt and addressed a burly young man—Lü Zhaotang himself, who by appearance alone was clearly not to be trifled with.

“Go break his arm, let him learn a lesson.” Lü Zhaotang said offhandedly. “Anyone who dares help him, teach them a lesson too.”

“Got it, boss!” the yellow-haired youth replied, then summoned a dozen or so others to surround them.

“What do you want?” Yin Rou Rou asked, now genuinely panicked. At this point, fear crept into her voice—where were the people Chen Bing had promised?

“What do we want? We’re going to teach this Zhu a lesson,” the yellow-haired youth said arrogantly. “Anyone not involved, get lost. If you dare help this Zhu, I’ll cripple you.”

He pointed at Zhu Jianlong, his eyes menacing. Clearly, it was this yellow-haired youth whom Zhu Jianlong had beaten up the previous day.

With a crisp slap, the youth struck Zhu Jianlong across the face. “Weren’t you so tough yesterday? Come on, hit me!”

Zhu Jianlong endured it. If looks could kill, this yellow-haired punk would already be dead several times over. He held back—he didn’t want to drag Yin Rou Rou and the others into this. He was waiting for the people Chen Bing had called.

“Bastard!” Even the usually gentle and elegant Yin Rou Rou cursed, and, as if possessed, kicked the yellow-haired youth hard enough to send him flying. She was surprisingly strong.

“Damn it, let’s do this!” Seeing Yin Rou Rou take action, the boys around her had their blood stirred. They rushed forward without concern for being outnumbered.

The yellow-haired youth had no luck; just as he stood up, he was knocked down again.

“Damn, get them!” Lü Zhaotang hadn’t expected Yin Rou Rou’s group to actually fight back under his intimidation.

“Watch carefully, don’t hurt Miss Yin,” he instructed his underlings. Lü Zhaotang had long been infatuated with Yin Rou Rou but had never found the opportunity to act.

Very soon, the boys from Class 2, Senior Year, were all beaten to the ground, groaning and bleeding.

Suddenly, a shriek pierced the air. Zhu Jianlong had plunged his hidden knife into one of Lü Zhaotang’s underlings’ thighs, making him howl in pain.

“Who else dares move?” Zhu Jianlong roared, his face covered in blood, nose broken, eyes swollen like a panda’s. He truly was a man of blood and guts.

Holding the blood-dripping knife, he inspired obvious fear; many people instinctively backed away.

“He’s just one guy—what are you afraid of? Use the iron rods!” Lü Zhaotang shouted. His lackeys, snapping out of it, grabbed the iron rods they had prepared and charged at Zhu Jianlong.

Even with a knife, Zhu Jianlong was soon overwhelmed and beaten badly to the ground.

“Chen Bing, where the hell are the people you called?” The boys from Class 2 were now genuinely terrified.

Wang Yuqing stood frozen, petrified. At least Lü Zhaotang’s lackeys had a trace of decency—they didn’t touch the girls.

“Still calling for help? Break everyone’s arm!” someone shouted.

“Lü—!” Yin Rou Rou glared at Lü Zhaotang. “What will it take for you to let us go?”

“Heh, it’s simple. Agree to be my girlfriend, and I promise I won’t make things hard for them,” Lü Zhaotang replied with a brazen grin, his eyes shameless as he looked at her.

“In your dreams!” Yin Rou Rou gritted her teeth. How could she ever agree to be with a scum like Lü Zhaotang?

“Then there’s nothing I can do…” Lü Zhaotang’s eyes turned cold. “What are you waiting for? Break an arm each!”

“Who the hell is bullying my Class 2 classmates?”

At that moment, a lazy, teasing voice rang out.

Zhang Xiaofan strolled over, a bag of spicy sticks in hand. He glanced at the boys from Class 2, Senior Year, lying on the ground moaning and shook his head. If you’re not capable, why act tough? Now you’re all hurt.

Such a sacred duty as protecting the class beauty—it’s a job for me.

“Class leader, I offered to help you fight, but you said no. Look… just look at what’s happened to our classmates. If word gets out, people will think we’re cowards.”

Zhang Xiaofan moved closer to Yin Rou Rou. Her perfume was nice, but her natural scent was even better.

“Don’t look at me with such gratitude. When I’ve restored our class’s honor, if you want to thank me, just give me a hug.”

With that, Zhang Xiaofan turned to face the opposing crowd.

Quite the lineup—dozens of people. But I’m not afraid!

“Who’s Lü Zhaotang?” Zhang Xiaofan walked up and asked.

“Who the hell are you to call Brother Lü by name?” one of the lackeys snapped, glaring at Zhang Xiaofan.

“Heh, you don’t even recognize me, Lü Zhaotang…” At that moment, a tall, muscular youth in the center stood up, stubbed out his cigarette, and looked at Zhang Xiaofan with disdain. “Are you here to swear allegiance to me?”

“Swear allegiance to your grandmother. Take your people and get lost.” Zhang Xiaofan was unreserved—this guy thought he could be my boss? Must’ve been kicked in the head by a donkey.

A silence fell, even Lü Zhaotang was momentarily stunned.

Is this kid some kind of clown sent by the Monkey King? Or is he just crazy? Or did he escape from a mental hospital?

Who was Lü Zhaotang? A single stomp from him could shake the whole of Jinghai No.1 High School. Was this kid looking to die?

“That’s the brat who beat us up at school today! Brother Lü, you have to avenge us!” At this, Wu Hai, who was in the crowd, recognized Zhang Xiaofan. His spirits lifted—what a small world!

“Do you know who I am?” Lü Zhaotang asked with a smirk, curious about someone who dared speak to him this way.

“You’re that girl’s bathhouse,” Zhang Xiaofan replied, pronouncing it so precisely that even Lü Zhaotang’s lackeys couldn’t help but laugh. They quickly suppressed it though—calling Lü Zhaotang by a mispronunciation was taboo. A kid had once done so and ended up hospitalized for a month.

“Kid, are you asking for death?” Lü Zhaotang was furious, veins bulging on his face.

“Stop talking about death, you sound like an idiot.” Zhang Xiaofan’s tone remained calm. “Let’s not waste words. I’ll ask one last time—are you leaving or not?”

“Heh, leave? If I don’t break your legs, I won’t be called Lü!”

“Alright then, don’t blame me for bullying you…” Zhang Xiaofan shrugged casually, rolling his wrist and twisting his waist, as if he hadn’t fought in ages.

Lü Zhaotang grinned even wider—was this kid truly insane?

Just as he was about to order his men to capture Zhang Xiaofan, the latter made his move. With one hand, he reached for Lü Zhaotang’s head. Lü Zhaotang reacted instantly, stepping back, his pupils contracting. But in that instant, he realized from Zhang Xiaofan’s speed that this was no ordinary student!

No matter how fast Lü Zhaotang reacted or retreated, Zhang Xiaofan’s hand seized his head.

Lü Zhaotang was indeed skilled, worthy of the martial arts club, but no matter how he struggled or countered, no matter how polished his techniques, he couldn’t break free.

Worse yet, his head was forced downward, and then all he saw was Zhang Xiaofan’s knee rushing up to meet him.