Chapter 21: Freak

Qiao Yuncai's mouth was wide open, unable to speak for a long time. He never expected that Zhao Heng not only had excellent martial arts skills but was also a computer whiz. Song Qingguan was even more excited, thinking that with his supposed computer talent, he could look down on many so-called hacking experts in Huanghai. However, the facts proved otherwise.

But compared to Zhao Heng, Song Qingguan felt a gap. He wanted to express his gratitude and ask for guidance, but Zhao Heng waved them off, telling them to take a shower and go to bed. Song Qingguan held back his words several times, thinking there would be plenty of time in the future. Zhao Heng, lying in bed, sighed repeatedly, not expecting so many things to happen right after leaving Lujiazhuang. Not only did he heroically save a beauty in a cliché way, but he also got entangled in a feud.

However, he did not regret his actions; he was never stingy about helping the weak!

Perhaps due to excessive shock and fatigue, or perhaps because of the sense of security Zhao Heng brought, Song Qingguan fell into a deep sleep after washing up, snoring louder than the fat man. Before falling asleep, he repeatedly thanked Zhao Heng for his help, knowing that only those who had experienced life and death could truly appreciate the value of a helping hand.

Qiao Fatso also fell asleep early, looking quite at ease. Zhao Heng, however, remained somewhat alert, glancing at the windows and doors before finally falling asleep. Although the school was safe, his nerves were still tense. After all, in this era, one must always be cautious to avoid being taken down and dismembered, then dumped in the Huangpu River.

Nothing happened that night.

The next morning at 5:30 AM, while the two were still sleeping, Zhao Heng had already gotten up, washed up, and started his morning exercise. He didn't wake the two early, planning to go for a run alone. After all, daily training couldn't be forgotten, and he didn't bring Qiao Yuncai and Song Qingguan because their physical conditions were different and they couldn't handle high-intensity exercise.

He locked the dorm door securely and gave the fat man's two pounds of snacks to the downstairs manager, asking him to keep an eye on Room 701 and leaving a phone number. Only then did he leave the dorm. Although Uncle Feng no longer needed the same intense training, Zhao Heng still insisted on early morning exercise.

The sky was still dark, and the lights were somewhat hazy.

Zhao Heng, wearing a loose white sports outfit, ran two laps around the campus. His route was different from others; he always chose the bumpy cobblestone paths to jump on. After warming up, Zhao Heng directly ran out of the school gate, looking at the road signs and preparing for a 20-kilometer urban cross-country run.

The morning mist was like a light veil, carrying refreshing moisture, brushing past the roads and buildings. The green grass by the roadside, adorned with sparkling dewdrops, looked even more lush and vibrant. Everything heralded the beauty of the morning. Zhao Heng left the school at a steady pace and ran towards the distance.

His steps were steady, his breathing even, exuding the vigor of a young man.

As he passed a crossroads, a domestic Panda car waiting for the red light gently rolled down its dark window, and a head poked out, gazing at the gradually receding Zhao Heng. He muttered to himself, "I didn't expect this guy to have a habit of morning exercise. He's really a good seed."

A man with a buzz cut took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth but didn't light it. He then sighed, "Although this guy and Du Ziyi only met by chance, it's hard to say he won't win her favor in the future. Should I continue to interact with him? Maybe I can get information about the Du family through him in the future?"

"A new student with some skills, not worth the effort."

After his voice fell, a fiery-figured woman in sunglasses sat up in the passenger seat, her lips curling in disdain. "We thought he was Du Ziyi's confidant that day, so we had you keep an eye on him. Now that we've checked, he's just a new student, and his background is all verifiable."

The woman tapped her long legs and smiled faintly. "Why waste time on him? Do you really think Snow White will fall for a dwarf? The Du family is a notorious local power in Huanghai, and Zhao Heng is a phoenix from a mountain village. They have different paths; how could they possibly intersect?"

"Right, different paths, how could they possibly intersect?"

The man repeated the words softly, "How could they possibly intersect?"

"Thinking about her again?"

The woman paused her tapping fingers and spoke in a calm voice, "Don't think too much. It's been so many years. It was just a beautiful misunderstanding. Your identity dictates certain sacrifices. Cherish the present and do your own thing! Drive your Panda and take me to the riverside 20 kilometers away."

The man came to his senses, stepped on the gas, and drove away.

Although there were few pedestrians in the morning, there were still many vehicles speeding by. However, it didn't hinder Zhao Heng's progress. He ran quickly and effortlessly on the road, occasionally taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, letting his mind clear and his fatigue ease.

In fact, exercise can be addictive. For those who exercise regularly, not exercising for a day can make their muscles feel stiff and uncomfortable. After exercising, the blood flows smoothly, and one feels invigorated, refreshed, and renewed.

Zhao Heng was the type who became more energetic the more he ran. He ran through the streets and alleys, weaving through stationary vehicles. Finally, he reached the last stretch along the river. By then, he had already run over ten kilometers, and his body was fully warmed up. The last two kilometers were pure enjoyment as he strolled along the riverside.

As he passed a set of steps, a Panda car braked sharply nearby.

"Damn! What the hell!"

It was the same young man who had been waiting for the red light. He looked at Zhao Heng, who was greeting the sunrise, and checked the time on the car, his eyes widening in shock. "He ran 20 kilometers in half an hour? That's ten minutes faster than our off-road speed. Who is this guy? How can he run so strangely?"

Professional runners take 50 minutes to run 20 kilometers.

The woman in the passenger seat was also surprised. She knew that even taking the shortest route from Huanghai University to the riverside was at least 18 kilometers. This guy had run it in half an hour, a speed that could outpace world-class long-distance runners. She smiled bitterly and replied, "Maybe he hitched a ride!"

The buzz-cut man took out another cigarette, his eyes calm.

"Do you think he hitched a ride?"

Zhao Heng was wearing a sports outfit with no pockets, and they could easily tell he had no money. The woman exhaled a long breath, twisted her neck, and said, "Let's not worry about him. No matter how fast he runs, it's none of our business. I'll get off here. You take a few days off and rest well."

"Okay!"

After dropping off the woman, the buzz-cut man calmed his surging emotions. When he looked up again, Zhao Heng was nowhere to be seen. He looked around but saw nothing, then shook his head with a bitter smile. As he was about to reverse and head home, a thought struck him.

He turned the car around, stepped on the gas, and drove back to Huanghai University.

Half an hour later, the buzz-cut man had just parked his car opposite the hospital near Huanghai University. Before he even turned off the engine, he saw a figure running towards him. He immediately recognized Zhao Heng, who was running from the riverside. Zhao Heng looked relaxed, easily jumping over two steps and heading towards the campus.

The buzz-cut man was dumbfounded. "This guy... too freaky."

He then made a decision: to get to know Zhao Heng. This guy was worth befriending. Just as he was about to turn the car around, several people emerged from the hospital, rushing to the Panda car. One of them, eyes wide, whispered to the man in the middle, "Brother Feihu, it's that guy!"

"It's the guy who beat us up on the train. He's a student at Huanghai University."

The man in the middle took two steps forward, his eyes wide, his fists clenching and cracking. "It's really his back. Great! Great! Now that we know where he's staying, we can report to Lord Zhang and have him send some good hands to take care of this guy. Our Qingbang has never been humiliated like that night."

"Beating people, robbing money, robbing goods, he's a bandit..."

Feihu, with his left hand wrapped in bandages, was furious and frustrated, kicking the Panda car in a fit of rage. He then led his brothers, who had been lying in bed for a day, away with a murderous aura. After they left in a van, Jiang Changlong slowly rolled down his window, a smile playing on his lips.

"Who would have thought that the famous Qingbang would also have been humiliated by this guy."

He tapped his fingers on the seat, muttering to himself, "Maybe I should give him a heads-up."

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