Chapter 1: Are you sick?

  Hua Wu lacks emotional urgency under scolding Tang Chong as 'stupid goods', proving that he is indeed concerned about Tang Chong's future.

  Anyone with a brain knows what it means to be taken as a disciple by a leading figure in psychology.

  Tang Chong should have done was to bring a thick gift to Jiao Yuhe's office in the first time or find his home address more carefully to thank him, rather than foolishly running to ask him to do things for himself - still for this unrelated and unimportant person who has nothing to do with Jiao Yuhe, even he doesn't know who he is.

  From Jiao Yuhe's perspective, what would he think?

  Relying on favoritism and becoming arrogant? Forgetting one's origins?

  What? Just because you're a disciple of the principal, does that make you special? Does that make you superior to others? Can you just go around fighting and causing trouble under your own banner? Is your teacher here just to wipe your butt for you?

  "I already told you, this is my own business, none of you should interfere." Hua Wu's tone was very firm, but in his heart, he had a soft and gentle feeling. Even he thought that Tang Zhong shouldn't take risks for him, but he did it anyway, he had no reason not to be grateful. "I really don't believe it, they can actually deep-fry or boil me, Hua Ming, who weighs over 180 pounds?"

  "Hua Ming." Tang Chong furrowed his brow and said, "Don't be sulky. Now we don't say anything or do anything, Director Jiao will communicate with them."

  Why didn't Tang Chong have a big fight with those people in the school cafeteria? He had already taken up a favorable position, so why did he let them off lightly?

  It's because he saw the essence of the whole thing at a glance. The conflict with those campus bullies was just a small conflict, and how to appease the anger of the school cafeteria owner who was beaten by Hua Ming is the big deal ----- Any university, without solid connections, can get a contract for the school supermarket or restaurant, which has an annual profit of tens of millions?

  Daydream!

  He, like Hua Ming, was just a new student who had reported today. Li Qiang was just an ordinary instructor and wasn't even on the school's formal payroll. So, the only one who could solve this problem was Jiao Yuhe, who had just accepted him as his disciple today-----

  So Tang Chong went to look for him.

  Tang Zhong let out a low growl, and Hua Ming immediately fell silent.

  Lowering his head, he stretched out his hand to Liang Tao beside him and said, "Give me a cigarette."

  "I think it's best if you don't provoke them again," Tang Zhong said. Using a beer bottle to crack open someone's skull, and then leisurely smoking afterwards. The victim's family will definitely not feel comfortable seeing this.

  At least for now, Tang Zhong still wants to 'resolve the issue peacefully' with them.

  Even if President Jiao Yuheng agrees to make this call, it would be beneficial for the situation to develop in a positive direction if they can ease their relationship with the other party.

  "No smoking." Hua Ming said with a smile. "I just hold it in my hand and smell the flavor."

  Li Tao, who was standing next to him, secretly felt a chill. This Tang Chong is really formidable. He just went out for a run and got Hua Ming, that big fool, to listen to him obediently. If he had known earlier, he would have also gone out to ask for help, and even if no one helped, he would have left a good impression anyway.

  Li Qiang walked over with a dejected expression, nodded at Tang Zhong and said to Hua Ming: "After all, you injured a teacher from the school. This matter may not be easily settled. You go with them to the Security Department to discuss what happened first - I'll follow along. They won't treat you badly."

  "Teacher Li, don't follow me anymore. I know you've done your best." Hua Ming patted Li Qiang's shoulder very manly. "I'll go by myself. They can't do anything to me."

  Li Qiang smiled wryly. This little guy was indeed very open-minded, and it seemed as if he were the one who had been injured, and he was comforting himself.

  "Anyway, I am your counselor." Li Qiang insisted. "I'll go. They have to give some face after all."

  "Hua Ming, let Teacher Li follow him," said Tang Chong. He was also unsure when Jiao Yu Heng would make this call. Before he made the call to smooth things over, if Huang Jie really wanted to teach Hua Ming a lesson, it wouldn't be too difficult. No need to use physical force, just don't give him food or water, and don't let him go to the bathroom, that's enough to make him suffer.

  "Then thank you, Teacher Li," Huaming said gratefully.

  "This is what I should do," Li Qiang said.

  Head of the Discipline Committee, Zheng Chengfeng, walked over with two subordinates, glanced at Hua Ming and sneered: "You little brat, you've got a lot of guts! I've only heard of new students fighting each other, but never have I heard of a new student cracking open a teacher's skull."

  "You're laughing at a cheap price." Hua Ming chuckled. He said to let others 'cheap' laugh, but in fact, he himself laughed cheaper than anyone else.

  "Hao, you're quite pleased with yourself?" Zheng Chengfeng laughed. "Then let's go back and take a look at how this thing is going to end."

  "Director Zheng." Li Qiang walked over with a smile, pulled out a pack of Red Tower Mountain cigarettes from his pocket and stuffed it into Zheng Chengfeng's hand. "Director Zheng, they're just kids. You're the bigger person, don't bother with them. Why lower yourself to their level?"

  Zheng Chengfeng glanced at Li Qiang and said, "Li Qiang, if I were you, I would stay far away from this matter. You also saw how furious Director Huang was just now - are they children? Then we should be their grandsons? Didn't you see how we were scolded until our faces were covered in blood?"

  "Yes, yes. Consider it a personal favor I owe to Director Zheng." Li Qiang pleaded.

  "I'd rather have you owe me a favor. But I'm more afraid of Director Huang and Teacher Zhang giving me the cold shoulder." Zheng Chengfeng waved his hand at Hua Ming, saying: "Let's go. Come with us for a trip."

  "I'll just sit down for a bit." Hua Ming said to Tang Chong. "Don't worry, nothing will happen."

  Tang focused his attention. "I'll wait here. After Teacher Zhang has finished checking, I'll go and communicate with him. Let's see what he means."

  Hua Ming patted Tang Zhong's shoulder with force and then walked out in big strides.

  "I'm waiting over here too." Liang Tao shouted back at Hua Ming.

  Hua Ming turned his head and glanced at Liang Tao, then turned around and continued walking forward.

  Seeing Hua Ming being taken away by the security personnel, Huang Jie's expression became even more complacent, like a triumphant little hen.

  Tang Chong thought for a moment and walked over, saying: "Director Huang, hello. I'm Tang Chong - the Flower Ming who accidentally injured Teacher Zhang is my roommate."

  "What? An accident?" Huang Jie shouted in a shrill voice. "You call this an accident? Is there such a thing as an accidental crime? Using a beer bottle to smash someone's head, and you still call it an accident? This is murder! It's premeditated crime. I'm telling you, your roommate is going to jail."

  Tang Zhong's eyebrows twitched. This woman was also too good at finding trouble, wasn't she? Accidentally injuring her husband, and then letting a young student go to jail for it? She didn't have the slightest bit of magnanimity as an educator.

  "What's wrong? You look like you're not convinced?" Huang Jie said disdainfully. "I don't care what you think in your heart. This matter is settled. He must go to prison."

  "Have you ever tried the feeling of being slapped in the face?" Tang Chong looked at Huang Jie, narrowing his eyes and smiling. Although he promised Bai Su to keep a low profile and not cause trouble at school.

  But congratulations to these guys, they successfully provoked the anger in his heart.

  Huang Jie suddenly took two steps back, her face vigilant as she stared at Tang Chong and said: "What do you want to do? I'll tell you, my uncle is the vice president of Nanda-----if you dare touch a single hair on me, my uncle will expel you from Nanda."

  "I know, I know." Tang Zhong nodded solemnly with a serious face. If the smile on his face wasn't so detestable, it would seem as if he was completely intimidated by Huang Jie. "Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to become deputy director, and you two wouldn't be able to take over the school cafeteria either."

  "You -" Huang Jie pointed at Tang Chong, wishing she could scratch his face.

  This little scoundrel is really too annoying, how can he say that she and her husband are relying on Uncle's big tree to climb up - although the fact is indeed so. But he said it so bluntly, it's still unacceptable and makes people lose face.

  "Can't scold anymore?" Tang Chong smiled. "It means you're also feeling guilty."

  "What's your name?" Huang Jie felt her voice trembling. No matter what, she had to find a way to kick this student out of Nanda. Too hateful. More hateful than Hua Ming, who put her husband in the hospital.

  "Tang Zhong." Tang Zhong said. "Tang Zong Song Zu's Tang. Heavy weight of heavy."

  "Tang Chong, I'll make you die a terrible death." Huang Jie said gritting her teeth.

  "As long as it looks good while it's alive, who cares what happens after it dies?"

  "You have a kind..."

  At this time, Huang Jie's mobile phone in her bag rang.

  She opened the zipper, took out her phone from her bag, glanced at the incoming call display, and immediately pretended to be very sad, sobbing and saying: "Second Uncle, Haiyang was hit on the head by a student and is now being checked inside-"

  "Is he seriously injured?" a calm male voice came from the receiver.

  "Nothing's wrong with his head ----- I'm having a doctor give him a full-body examination." Huang Jie finally didn't dare to lie in front of this man.

  "It's all right," said the man. "Let him rest in the hospital for two days. Let this matter drop. Don't make a big deal out of it, and don't trouble those students."

  "Second Uncle, how can this be? That student injured Haiyang and..."

  "Alright, I'm busy. That's settled then." The man impatiently hung up the phone after hearing the woman's voice.

  At the sound of that crisp voice, Huang Jie's face was scorching with pain.

  She finally realized how vicious the question that little brat asked her was: Have you ever tried being slapped in the face?