Chapter 64 Background

  But Zhao Heng's sweeping gaze made them subconsciously hesitate at the approaching footsteps, eerily unmatched! Precisely because they were all arrogant and ruthless taekwondo students, they all felt at the same time that if they took one more step forward to meet him, they would be met with a thunderous blow from Zhao Heng that could not be resisted.

  What kind of gaze is that?!

  Deep and cold, as if burning with a ghostly flame that makes people feel the terror of seeing hellish scenes at first sight. After being swept by such a gaze, all the boys who rushed over gradually cooled down from their excitement, and so did their courage, no one dared to act rashly.

  In the silence, only the groans of that fallen brother were exceptionally loud.

  "What's all the commotion about?"

  As Zhao Heng supported Qiao Baozi, who was dizzy and disoriented, he saw Ding Lingling walking over with a twisted waist, her face looking like someone owed her money. She pushed all her companions to the back, it's unknown whether she hated them for not being useful or was annoyed at them for causing trouble. Then she spoke to Du Ziyuan: "Ziyuan, sorry!"

  "They're all rough people, don't bother with them!"

  She went to pull up Park Dae-jae and whispered a few words, then turned coldly to Zhao Heng: "Zhao Heng, don't always be so arrogant. If it weren't for me helping you out of consideration for Zi Yan, you'd probably get into trouble again this time. Do you know who the classmate you knocked over is?"

  Qiao Yuncai sneered and opened his mouth: "Is it related to the new president?"

  The fatty's mind turned over the surname of the first female president and made a wild guess.

  Ding Ling hummed softly: "You guessed it! He is indeed the President's distant nephew."

  Qiao Yuncai disagreed and patted Zhao Heng on the back:

  "Po Da-jie is a distant nephew of President Han, and Dongfang Xiong is the biological uncle of Heng Ge."

  Ding Lingling was too lazy to bother with him, and suddenly changed the subject: "By the way, Ziyuan, I've already convinced Gege, he agreed to let Zhao Heng join the Taekwondo Association, but we need to pay a membership fee of 1,000 yuan. It took me a lot of effort, including threatening him with my parents, before he was willing to make an exception and recruit one more person. You mustn't quit, okay?"

  As Du Ziyuan nodded slightly, Zhao Heng suddenly spread his hands: "I have no money!"

  Ding Ling's face sank, and she almost slapped him in the face.

  Du Ziyuan hastily spoke up: "I'll help him pay."

  Zhao Heng ignored Ding Lingling's unpleasant expression, gave Du Ziyuan a faint smile and said: "Ziyuan, don't help me pay the money! I'm not going to Taekwondo club anymore." Then he glanced at Park Dae-jae who slowly stood up with anger bursting in his eyes: "Ding Lingling and them are rough people, so it's better for me not to be friends with them."

  Du Ziyuan slightly opened his mouth, momentarily confused: "Huh? You're not going?"

  Zhao Heng let out a long sigh: "I still like the Painting Society."

  Du Ziyuan remembered what Zhao Heng had just said, gritted her teeth and opened her mouth: "Then I won't go either." Then she raised her head and spoke to Ding Lingling: "Lingling, the Fist Society is not very suitable for me. I'll follow Zhao Heng to the Painting Society instead. I will call San Shao to apologize and make amends, and I won't make things difficult for you."

  Ding Ling's face was as ugly as it could get, but she couldn't vent her anger on her best friend. She saw the cunning in Zhao Heng's eyes and pulled him aside: "Zi Yan, I have two words with Zhao Heng." Then she whispered to Zhao Heng: "Bastard, will you let me help pay this 1,000 yuan?"

  She suppressed her anger.

  Zhao Heng smiled: "So generous and open-minded?" He nodded: "Okay, you give me face like this, then I'll go to the Taekwondo club." Zhao Heng knew that forcing Du Ziyuan to paint would make him unhappy, and he also wanted to see if there were any good seedlings in the Taekwondo club. After all, he had to start building his team at Huahai.

  Ding Lingling let go of Zhao Heng and coldly shouted in a low voice: "Get out!"

  "Give me 1,000 yuan and I will personally pay the registration fee when I arrive."

  As the two walked back to Du Ziyuan's side, Zhao Heng suddenly blurted out a sentence. He guessed that Ding Lingling's so-called "nine-out-of-ten" was something he had made up himself, and was trying to take advantage of him to vent his anger. Therefore, without hesitation, he spoke out: "I'll handle the matter of the meeting fee myself, lest when Ding San Shao arrives, I haven't paid."

  Zhao Heng made a hooking motion with his finger at Ding Lingling: "One thousand!"

  Damn it! Damn it!

  Ding Lingling was so angry that she wished she could use her two long legs to pinch Zhao Heng to death. This guy was really too sinister and cunning, openly trying to extort 1,000 yuan from her. But in front of everyone, facing this unclear issue, and worrying that Zhao Heng would suddenly back out, she had no choice but to take out her wallet and pull out the cash.

  "One thousand, for you, remember to pay the fee."

  Zhao Heng ignored Ding Lingling's fierce gaze, and naturally put the 1,000 yuan into his own pocket. This was the style taught by Uncle Feng over the years - for irreconcilable enemies, one must deal with them to the death. So Zhao Heng patted his clothes and didn't respond, then turned to Du Ziyuan with a smile: "Ziyuan, join the Fist Society."

  "Don't discourage Sister Ding's enthusiasm, and when I have time, I'll teach you a set of Wing Chun boxing."

  Zhao Heng smiled warmly: "Absolutely won't be overly aggressive."

  Du Ziyuan was taken aback at first, then smiled with a sigh of relief: "Alright, I'll listen to you!"

  After a series of events, the train encounter, station hug, morning run... especially the scene where they walked with their backs to each other that day, added a warm current and ambiguity in both of their hearts. The love between them was just one layer of paper away from being revealed, and as soon as it was torn open, the ivory tower romance would be unstoppable.

  So now although they haven't opened up yet, the two of them are already very close.

  Ding Lingling has sensed something, looking at the two of them exchanging affectionate glances without speaking, but their gloomy mood is clearly visible. She decided to go back and discuss with her brother, no longer wanting to maintain any dignity or quality, determined to take down Du Ziyuan with a thunderous blow, even if it means using some unscrupulous methods, cooking raw rice into cooked rice.

  At the same time, I comforted myself that today's goal has been achieved.

  Pu Da Jie also glared at Zhao Heng, although he had suffered a blow from Zhao Heng that was neither light nor heavy, which made his entire skeletal structure feel like it was about to collapse. However, he thought that it was because his spinning kick hadn't landed steadily and Zhao Heng had taken advantage of the opening. A real fight with real swords would be different, and he was certain that he could knock Zhao Heng down. Therefore, when Zhao Heng turned to leave, Pu Da Jie stepped forward:

  "Zhao Heng, I want to challenge you! Are you brave enough to meet me at the Taekwondo club in three days for a fight?"

  The rest of the companions also shouted: "Dare you fight?"

  Zhao Heng snorted: "What makes you think so?"

  The next second, he turned his head and left, ignoring Park Dae-je's challenge.

  Park Dae-keun wanted to rush up but was stopped by Ding Lingling, and could only glare at Zhao Heng with a resentful gaze.

  A villa in Huahai, where Qingbang Zhang Xiaolin lived.

  A stout middle-aged man leaned back in his rocking chair, narrowing his eyes to bask in the gradually setting sun. His left hand played with a stalk of bamboo, while his right hand pinched a walnut in a plate, the hard-shelled walnut crackling between his fingers, fragments scattering bit by bit and flying out in all directions onto the ground.

  He then accurately stuffed the walnut kernel into the mouth of the bamboo leaf turtle, which also unhesitatingly held the walnut in its mouth and then swallowed it with a gurgling sound. This bamboo leaf turtle was very beautiful, with a completely green body, yellow eyes, and vertical pupils that resembled those of a cat.

  When a middle-aged man smiled, three people came cautiously from afar.

  Two men and one woman, one is Song Shijie, the woman is Zhang Ningyan, and there's also Feihu Ge.

  "Great uncle, what brings you here?"

  Zhang Ningyan's face was filled with charm and a smile as she looked at her own relative, who had thousands of followers. She was absolutely respectful to him, but when she saw the bamboo leaf green, her mouth couldn't help but twitch. Song Shijie didn't even move, afraid that the bamboo leaf green would pounce on him and bite him.

  It was Fei Hu's brother who remained calm and composed, covering his severed hand without showing any fear.

  "Old Du gave me a note last night."

  A middle-aged man suddenly stuffed the walnut kernel into the snake's mouth, seemingly not afraid of suffocating the bamboo leaf green: "He wants to mediate the feud between Zhao Heng and Qing Bang, with a soft and hard attitude. The Du family seems to want me to lose face, so I invited you several people involved in this matter to come over and see if you have any ideas about it."

  "Harmony?"

  Zhang Ningyan indignantly said: "How can we reconcile? What is there to reconcile?"

  P.S: Wish you all a Merry Christmas in advance!