Chapter 15: The Young Beggar

"Goodbye!"

After slightly enjoying the embrace of the beauty, Zhao Heng broke away, a forced smile flickering across his face. He bowed slightly and then turned to leave, as if afraid that the girl might suddenly turn into a fan and stick to him. He was well aware of his own status and position, and his immediate concern was how to face the harsh reality of society in the future. // //

Now, the idea of trying to save twenty years of hard work was purely a waste of energy.

"A rather unique man...."

Du Ziyang smiled faintly, as radiant as a lotus blooming from the water. As she got into the car, Ding Lingling walked out of the sedan and gave Du Ziyang a strange smile: "Ziyang, wait for me with Uncle Zhong. I feel I misunderstood Zhao Heng on the train, and I want to go over and apologize to him."

Du Ziyang showed a look of satisfaction: "Good, Lingling is really nice!"

Ding Lingling quickly caught up with Zhao Heng, who had walked about ten meters, and then quickened her steps to stand in front of him. She maintained a smile as she bowed to Zhao Heng, but her tone was cold: "Zhao Heng, I don't care if you are a new student at Huahai University. I just want to tell you, don't go after Ziyang anymore. She is not someone you can befriend."

"Stay away from her in the future, or I won't be nice to you."

Ding Lingling softly scolded: "Did you hear me?"

Zhao Heng gave her a cold glance, and Ding Lingling suddenly felt a chill, a chill that made her hair stand on end, as if she were a frog being stared at by a venomous snake, on the brink of extreme danger. As she involuntarily took two steps back, she heard Zhao Heng coldly say two words:

"Get lost."

Ding Lingling's heart trembled, and she subconsciously moved away from the blocking position. It wasn't until Zhao Heng had walked several meters past her that she came to her senses from the confusion and fear. Her previous cowardice turned into endless anger, and she shouted at Zhao Heng's back: "Bastard, if you dare to stay in Huahai, I will make sure you die."

Zhao Heng ignored her, and Ding Lingling clenched her fists slightly:

"Asshole!"

After parting ways with Du Ziyang, Zhao Heng followed the instructions on the admission notice, turning several corners to reach the Huahai University reception desk. To welcome the new students, Huahai University had set up special pick-up points at the airport, train station, and bus station, making it convenient for out-of-town students to reach the school and avoiding being overcharged by unscrupulous drivers.

However, when Zhao Heng found the reception point, the pick-up bus was already full. Zhao Heng could only wait for the next one, which would take about an hour. So, he chatted with the senior sister at the reception point and then sat down. He soon noticed a fat student waiting next to him, who weighed at least eighty kilograms.

They were dressed similarly, but his legs were resting on the footrest, and he was muttering to himself, looking like a praying devotee.

The plastic chair was pitiful under his massive weight.

A senior brother spoke softly: "Junior, be careful when you sit, this is the last one."

"Here, have some water, the bus will be here in a while."

It was then that Zhao Heng noticed two broken plastic stools next to him, clearly broken by the fat student.

The fat student didn't even lift his head, his fingers calculating as he responded: "Senior, don't worry, I know my limits. This chair won't break again. It can just bear my weight, with a little over two hundred grams of space left, so don't give me mineral water... or the chair will collapse."

The senior brother looked at the fat student's body and the slightly deformed plastic chair. Although he was a bit worried it might crack and become the third broken one, he didn't take the fat student's words seriously. This kid was just talking nonsense, mentioning two hundred grams of space. He directly threw the water into the fat student's arms: "I don't care about this much..."

"Snap!"

Before he could finish speaking, the plastic stool broke, the two deformed legs shattering. The fat student, experienced, jumped up as soon as the stool made a sound, moving so fast that Zhao Heng was stunned. But the fat student didn't even look at the collapsed stool, continuing to squat and mutter.

He didn't even apologize, as he placed the mineral water on the ground.

It really was two hundred grams...

The reception senior looked miserable, feeling extremely helpless about the fat student.

Zhao Heng didn't pay much attention to the fat student who was still muttering, but instead wandered around to pass the time. Suddenly, he felt a gaze fixed on him. Zhao Heng moved his steps and turned to scan the crowd, but he couldn't pinpoint the source. Just as he was surprised, he felt someone was still watching him from behind.

This time, Zhao Heng didn't turn around but raised his wrist to reflect the image.

Although the other person quickly withdrew their gaze, Zhao Heng still managed to catch the source. He scanned the surroundings of the train station and his eyes lit up, focusing on a young beggar who was basking in the sun, seemingly carefree.

Without much thought, Zhao Heng strode over.

"Sir, please be kind!"

The young beggar picked up a plate with nearly a hundred yuan and called out to Zhao Heng, trembling. Although this kid looked too clean to be rich, even a small amount was still something, so the young beggar, with a strong sense of professional ethics, held up the plate, looking pitiful as if he hadn't eaten for three days...

"Beggar? Hmph!"

Zhao Heng stared at the plate and sneered. Then, in the beggar's stunned state, he picked up the paper money from the plate. Before the beggar could react, Zhao Heng turned and walked away. The young beggar was shocked, clearly not expecting Zhao Heng to be so bold, daring to rob in broad daylight. He then shouted: "Thief!"

He quickly rushed over, and the next second, Zhao Heng felt a gust of wind coming from behind. Turning around, he saw the young beggar, like an arrow, burst towards his back, his hand turning into a claw to grab Zhao Heng's neck. Zhao Heng had no time to dodge, so he steadied his feet and punched with his right hand.

The beggar was determined to clash head-on, his eyes narrowing as he also formed a fist to meet Zhao Heng.

The two hands collided without hesitation and then quickly withdrew.

The young beggar's left foot was braced against a brick behind him, preventing him from retreating, but his arm felt slightly sore. Zhao Heng remained still, but a hint of approval flashed in his eyes. Although he hadn't used his full strength or activated his dantian, the fact that the beggar could withstand the blow was impressive. He also deduced that this was no ordinary beggar.

A hint of surprise also flashed across the beggar's face. After a slight frown, he threw another punch, like a thunderbolt, aimed at Zhao Heng's chest. It was a simple, straightforward punch, meaning to clash head-on again. Zhao Heng didn't dodge, but moved his feet and raised his right fist to meet it.

A dull sound exploded in the air as their fists touched and then separated.

The young beggar's fist retreated and spread into a palm, his fingers naturally trembling to dissipate the remaining force. Zhao Heng took a deep breath, his fist slightly red but standing firm. Two moves, both touching and then separating, no prolonged struggle, no fancy techniques, the result was clear.

The beggar was at a disadvantage.

"You're not a simple beggar."

Zhao Heng lightly blew on his fist, glanced at the young beggar, and said: "Speak, why were you watching me? If you satisfy me, I'll give you a chance to live." Zhao Heng spoke casually, though it didn't sound sincere or guaranteed, his tone conveyed an unchallengeable authority.

"Seeing your unique bone structure, isn't it okay to take a second look?"

The beggar's sharpness dissipated like a cold wind, and he twisted his neck, smiling leisurely: "I'm Jiang Changlong, and I collect some rewards around here. Brother, I noticed you were a martial artist in the crowd, so I was curious and took a second look. I didn't mean any harm."

The beggar spread his hands: "We've never met, why would I watch you?"

These words made sense, and Zhao Heng relaxed his guard a bit. He then threw the dozens of yuan back to Jiang Changlong and turned to leave without a word. He didn't necessarily see the world as dirty, but he didn't believe everyone was good, so he didn't accept Jiang Changlong's mysterious overtures.

Besides, Jiang Changlong might not be a beggar at all.

"Don't watch me anymore, or I'll make you disappear."

As Zhao Heng walked back to the Huahai University reception point with his backpack, the smile on Jiang Changlong's face faded, replaced by a serious and bewildered expression. He muttered to himself: "This kid is indeed not simple. Not only did he chat happily with the Du family's daughter, but his cultivation is also so powerful. Interesting."

He quickly calmed down and frowned, staring at Zhao Heng's back.

Zhao Heng continued to recall Jiang Changlong's every move as he sat on the luxurious bus to Huahai University. Besides being amazed by his skills, he was also puzzled by why Jiang Changlong was watching him. Zhao Heng didn't believe Jiang Changlong's story about admiring his skills, but he couldn't figure out his true intentions.

It was his first time in Huahai, and he knew fewer than ten people, including the gang led by Feihu. Zhao Heng had considered that Jiang Changlong might be part of Feihu's gang, but the martial arts style Jiang Changlong used was far more powerful than Feihu's, and they were on different levels...

Moreover, Jiang Changlong exuded a sense of righteousness, making it impossible for him to be part of Feihu's gang.

While Zhao Heng was thinking, the bus, filled with out-of-town students from Huahai, was already buzzing with lively conversations. Despite being strangers, they were not hindered from sharing their curiosity and excitement. After all, entering university from high school was a turning point in life, and the people on the bus could potentially become friends, so they chatted enthusiastically.

"Brother, where are you from?"

A peer, about half a head shorter than Zhao Heng, but with a massive body, almost no visible neck, and a head like an inverted teapot, approached. His eyes, however, radiated a sharp intelligence.

Zhao Heng recognized him as the fat student from the reception point.

PS: Thanks for the support, everyone!

A little off-topic: A brother asked if this book follows the style of an urban young master. The answer is definitely yes! Before starting the new book, I did consider other routes, like a comedic style or an invincible consciousness flow, but the editor hit the nail on the head: abandoning your strengths to write something completely unfamiliar will only lead to failure. What would a large group of loyal readers follow you for? They follow your current style. An author who discards their style will be discarded by their loyal readers.

So, I ultimately wrote this generation's hero.

The basic tropes of urban novels are pretty much the same, but I will try to make it as exciting as possible. A brother mentioned not seeing the protagonist's strategy yet. At the beginning, I won't write too much about this, or it will become tiresome later, and readers will say, "Another power struggle, so tiring!" So, I will gradually introduce it, bit by bit.

Additionally, the protagonist will have less fatigue and constraints, more ease, initiative, passion, and excitement. There will no longer be the issue of the protagonist being suppressed by the state, which has always annoyed readers. This generation's hero is about being the strongest, dominating the world.

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