Chapter 75: Encounter with a Bad Teacher

  "Han Xin relied on Liu Bang, but even more so on himself." Han Yu smiled and said: "You go back first."

  Wang Shuai's eyes flashed with a hint of loss, but Han Yu walked upstairs without looking back. He stood silently for a while, punched the wall beside him, and turned back to the classroom.

  The classroom fell silent as the voices that were discussing earlier stopped. Wang Shuai calmly walked to his seat, took out a book and quietly started reading.

  "Big brother, didn't you say he's a talented person? Why did you reject him?" Zhuo Bu Fan asked with some confusion, blinking his eyes.

  "He's just having a fever in his head now and wants to join us. When he cools down, maybe he'll regret it."

  Zhuo Bu Fan blinked his eyes and felt that finding someone was really troublesome.

  Han Yu and Zhuo Bu Fan wandered around in the corridor for a while, seeing nothing interesting, they wandered out again.

  The day passed in a hurry, and Han Yu didn't meet the girl named Xiao Yan again, nor did he meet anyone as interesting as Wang Shuai.

  He didn't even see those two gangs fighting at the school gate that night.

  This made him feel a bit bored, but fortunately, walking on campus and breathing the same air as those young people made his somewhat melancholic heart feel younger, making him feel that this trip was not entirely in vain.

  Youth means having vitality, having firepower, having momentum and having motivation!

  Only those who have been young before know how precious this feeling is.

  So, on the second day, Han Yu and Zhuo Bu Fan appeared in the school campus again like those students who came to attend classes, right on time.

  Two people holding brooms, very calmly wandering around the campus. The principal also didn't know what benefits he got from taking the phone call, and actually covered up the fact that Zhuo Bu Fan beat someone up in his dorm room yesterday.

  Today, Han Yu decided to separate from Zhuo Bu Fan. This way, they can discover more goals and also temper Zhuo Bu Fan's ability to be independent.

  Zhuo Bufan was sent to the teaching building of the first year of high school, while Han Yu himself stayed in the second year. He slowly wandered to the second floor, put down the broom on the windowsill opposite him, and leaned against the wall to smoke.

  Outside, the sky was shrouded in a layer of milky white cold fog, stirred by the gentle morning breeze, constantly changing shape, just like the dark alleys of Tian Shui City surging with undercurrents.

  What is rise? Rise means breaking through the existing order and setting one's own rules for the game.

  A person who steps on the existing interests of others to get the largest piece of cake and send it to their own mouth is destined not to be calm.

  For Zhe Tian, stepping on the Crazy Wind Gang was just the first step in its rise, and it was only a small step. In Han Yu's heart, he had never considered the Crazy Wind Gang as his true goal.

  For Han Yu, either don't do it, or if you do, do it to the best, strongest!

  When a soldier is like this, forming a gang and contending for hegemony is also like this.

  Of course, the principle that a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step is something Han Yu knows. So although he has never considered the Crazy Wind Gang as an opponent, he has also never underestimated them.

  The current Tiandihui and Hongmen are still very weak. A gang without younger brothers and territory is like a toothless tiger, what can it do?

  So he ran to the territory of No. 12 Middle School to develop his younger brothers. But specifically how to take action, he who had never stayed in school before was not very clear.

  Han Yu suddenly furrowed his brow and a pair of shiny black leather shoes appeared in his line of sight.

  "Who allowed you to smoke here, huh?" A disgusting voice suddenly rang out: "Do you know that your behavior has seriously affected the normal teaching order of the school? If everyone is like you, then we might as well turn this school into a big smoking den!"

  Han Yu looked up to see a twenty-year-old young man wearing glasses, dressed in a black suit, holding a book and standing in front of him. He spoke in a cold tone with a condescending gaze: "Still looking? What are you looking at? Don't you dare defy what I said? A student like you should have been expelled long ago! It's unbelievable that the school would tolerate people like you, causing trouble on campus and being a scourge to society!"

  "Is smoking really that serious?" Han Yu said somewhat displeasedly.

  "How dare you talk back? You, you're asking for a beating!" As he spoke, he suddenly raised his hand and slapped it towards Han Yu's face.

  Han Yuqi laughed, "Is this kind of person who curses and hits others without distinguishing right from wrong worthy of being a teacher?"

  He stretched out two fingers and pinched his wrist.

  The teacher's face changed, and he hurriedly used force to pull his hand away, but Han Yu's two fingers were like iron clamps, firmly grasping his wrist, making it impossible for him to move.

  "What are you doing? I'm warning you, I'm your teacher. This afternoon I have a public class with guests from the United States attending. If you hurt me, I won't be able to teach and that will ruin the itinerary of our American guests. Can you afford to take responsibility for this? If you cause a diplomatic incident, you'll end up in jail!"

  He seemed to think his reasons were quite sufficient, and as he spoke, he stood up straighter, until finally he became stern again.

  Han Yu smiled, a faint smile on his face, but the chill in his eyes grew stronger: "Go to prison?"

  "Of course, ruining the travel plans of American guests, do you know what that means? It means damaging international friendship! I advise you to let go immediately, otherwise, I'll make sure you can't just walk away!"

  "Are Americans your dads? You're so filial?" Han Yu's mouth curled up, and suddenly he punched him in the stomach!

  The teacher's eyes widened, his mouth opened as if to speak, but Han Yu's fist hit him in the mouth again. The poor kid was like a punching bag, taking two consecutive punches and stumbling backwards.

  Han Yu didn't stop, instead he stretched out his hand, pinched his neck and slammed him against the wall with an iron head butt!

  Bang!

  Blood suddenly burst forth from his forehead, and the soft and weak child fell to the ground.

  Han Yu crouched down, reached out to pat his cheek and said: "Does it hurt? If it hurts, bear with it, don't make a sound. You dare to make a sound, I'll throw you out of this window!"

  Seeing his constant nodding, Han Yu couldn't help but sneer: "With someone like you, how dare you come and be a teacher? You can't even teach a few good people, but you can teach a large group of traitors! Just because an American comes to listen to your class, you're so proud of yourself? Get out!"

  "Son, remember this: even if it's the American President who comes to our territory, he has to follow our rules! From now on, don't mention diplomacy or international friendship, it's humiliating!"

  As he spoke, Han Yu's fist slammed into his mouth, knocking out all his teeth...