Chapter 26: Principal Ye

Slap!

The bald boy's face changed, and he threw his utensils on the table. The sharp sound drew the attention of others, and his face turned slightly. He quickly shouted, "Zhao Heng, don't take advantage of my kindness! If I see you with Du Ziyang, I won't let you off, and the Third Young Master won't let you off either!"

"Did you hear that?"

With that, he suddenly pushed Zhao Heng, but unexpectedly, Zhao Heng remained as immovable as a rock. Then, Zhao Heng shifted his shoulder, and the bald boy stumbled backward from the impact. He glared at Zhao Heng with a warning look in his eyes and, before the school leaders arrived, he coldly snorted and turned to leave.

Zhao Heng watched his retreating back and shook his head with a smile, muttering to himself, "A poor boy with no power or influence... what a big mouth!" At this point, he looked up at Ding Lingling and the others, but saw that four or five tall girls had already left, giving Zhao Heng a cold glance as they went.

"Brother Heng, that bald guy is Ding Lingling's suitor."

After some thought, Song Qingguan finally remembered who the person was and added in a low voice, "He seems to be called Tu Honggang, a second-year football talent at Huahai University. He's extremely skilled at football and has won many honors, making him a prized asset at Huahai University. I've met him at parties before and heard others talk about him."

"But I haven't talked to him, I just know he's Ding Lingling's suitor."

Qiao Fatso exclaimed in realization, "Oh, I see! Forget who he is for now, boss, tell us about your past with Du Ziyang and Ding Lingling. It seems you weren't lying last time, I really admire you. Come on, how did Du Ziyang hug you?"

"Immature!"

Zhao Heng gave Qiao Fatso an exasperated look, not wanting to satisfy their curiosity. However, he was worried that the two might be at a disadvantage if they met Ding Lingling in the future, so he briefly recounted what happened on the train. The two listened with great interest, slapping their thighs and exclaiming at the excitement, never expecting Zhao Heng to have such an adventure on the train, though not a romantic one.

After that, Qiao Fatso, satisfied with the gossip, showed a righteous side, standing up for justice, "So that's it! It seems Ding Lingling is truly despicable. You did a good deed, yet she still checks your admission notice and warns you to stay away from Du Ziyang. No wonder there are fewer good people these days. Boss, in my opinion, you should just go for Du Ziyang."

"Use the truth to blind her."

Song Qingguan hesitated for a moment, wanting to advise but finally gritted his teeth and agreed, "Right, a man needs to stand up for himself, and a Buddha needs a pillar of incense. Take down Du Ziyang and make Ding Lingling furious. Although the Ding family is powerful and the Third Young Master is cunning, with Brother Heng's abilities, there's still a chance. I fully support you."

"I still have a few ten thousand in pocket money, take it whenever you need to arm yourself."

Song Qingguan laid out all his resources. The Song family's resources were controlled by Zhang Ningyan, and even his beloved sports car was left at home, unable to be driven. Now, the only funds he could use were the New Year's money he had saved over the years. So, when he offered this money for dating, he felt quite embarrassed and regretted being a failed second-generation rich kid.

"What are you all talking about?"

Zhao Heng's face showed helplessness, "I'm just friends with her."

"Friends? Hehe!"

Qiao Fatso and Song Qingguan had playful expressions, clearly not believing him. At this moment, a group of well-dressed men and women approached, and an elderly man sat in front of Zhao Heng, smiling kindly and asking, "Students, what are your names? Are you used to the food in the canteen?"

The elderly man, wearing a white shirt, was over fifty, of medium build, and a bit thin. He wasn't particularly noticeable in a crowd, but he was quite spirited, with a warm smile that made him seem approachable, especially compared to the accompanying staff and canteen workers.

"Hello, Principal Ye!"

Zhao Heng saw his nameplate first and immediately stood up to bow, "My name is Zhao Heng."

He was always polite! Qiao Fatso and Song Qingguan also stood up to bow. The wise old man smiled and gently waved for Zhao Heng and the others to sit down, saying, "You are very polite, more so than many young people. Sit down, don't stand, it makes me feel like I'm hindering your meal."

Zhao Heng and the others sat down again, but they just held their utensils and looked at the old man, unsure of what to say. Principal Ye maintained his kind smile, pointing at the food on their plates and asking, "Is the food to your liking? You are all away from your parents and growing, so you must eat well and be full at school."

Qiao Fatso chuckled, "It's more delicious than at home."

Song Qingguan also agreed with a smile, "Yes, the large pot dishes are well-cooked."

Amid their flattery, the surrounding four or five school leaders and canteen staff smiled in understanding. However, Principal Ye showed little emotion, perhaps because he had heard such answers too many times. He was originally planning to visit incognito, but was recognized by the staff as soon as he entered the canteen.

This meant he wouldn't get the students' true reactions. The old man sighed in disappointment, just as he was about to stand up with a smile, he saw Zhao Heng lift his head. His deep, unreadable eyes sparkled, and his voice was calm but startling, "Principal Ye, do you want to hear good words or the truth? The good words are the two answers they just gave."

The surrounding people, including Principal Ye, were slightly taken aback, clearly not expecting Zhao Heng's sharp response. The canteen staff also tensed, staring fixedly at Zhao Heng. Qiao Fatso and Song Qingguan instinctively tugged at Zhao Heng's clothes, clearly wanting him to give the canteen some face. However, Zhao Heng remained unmoved.

At this moment, the originally slightly disappointed Principal Ye burst into laughter, showing a rare appreciation and satisfaction. He waved his hand and said, "Good words are pleasant to hear, but the truth is rare. Zhao Heng, share your opinions. If your suggestions are genuine, I'll take care of the canteen food for this semester."

"The rice is too hard and has a slight smell of decay."

Under the tense gazes of the canteen staff, Zhao Heng spoke bluntly, "This indicates that the canteen is buying old rice, at least two years old. The meat is also too tough and fatty. Today, I had over-oiled meat, which was cooked twice. As for the service attitude and food prices, I won't even mention them."

"I have only two suggestions: use new rice and fresh meat."

At this point, Zhao Heng stood up and, looking at the staff with a difficult expression, smiled, "I understand that canteen food being unpalatable is a common phenomenon and can't satisfy everyone's taste. However, I hope everyone can eat something fresh, which can improve health, even if it increases costs."

In the silence, Zhao Heng's gaze fell on the old man's face, and he bowed slightly, adding, "My words have embarrassed the canteen. To avoid making them feel bad, I won't come to this canteen anymore from today. Principal Ye, I've said my piece, and I've finished my meal. Goodbye."

After speaking, Zhao Heng didn't wait for a response and turned to leave the crowded canteen. After a two-second silence, the surrounding students began to applaud in response to Zhao Heng, although they hadn't dared to speak the truth about the canteen's shortcomings, they all agreed with Zhao Heng: eat new rice and fresh meat.

With a nod from Principal Ye, Qiao Fatso and Song Qingguan also quickly left with their utensils. Watching the three disappear, Principal Ye's smile grew wider, and he felt a sense of satisfaction. He turned to a school leader and said, "Today's visit to the canteen wasn't in vain. Send a notice to all canteens tomorrow."

"I have only one requirement: fresh rice and fresh meat!"

He then repeated the name a few times, "Zhao Heng? What a good name!"

"Brother Heng, you really have guts!"

While struggling to climb the stairs, Qiao Fatso gave Zhao Heng a thumbs up, "In this day and age, speaking the truth takes courage. You did it, giving the canteen a slap in the face, and in public too. Although the canteens will blacklist you from today, you've won the admiration of everyone and the favor of the principal."

"Look at how the principal looked at you, he definitely has the intention to cultivate you."

The observant Qiao Fatso didn't forget to remind Zhao Heng. Today's incident had both advantages and disadvantages, but the principal's favor was more valuable than the canteen's anger, given the principal's reputation. Qiao Fatso couldn't help but sigh, wondering why he lacked the courage to seize such an opportunity.

Song Qingguan, on the other hand, smiled bitterly and glanced at the canteen, "We might have to eat outside from now on. Believe me, within three days, all the canteens will have Brother Heng's photo on the wall, cursing him. Fresh rice and fresh meat are simple, but they increase the canteen's costs, and eating will be like having sand in your food."

Zhao Heng smiled faintly, "Let it be."

Qiao Fatso also snorted, grabbing the stair railing, "Exactly, what's the big deal? We can just get our own food!" He then looked at his watch, his body trembling slightly, and he quickly rushed up the stairs, "You guys take your time, I have a date with a beauty for a chess game. If I don't start on time, I'll be looked down upon."

In the next second, he turned the corner and the entire dormitory building shook, causing many students in shorts to come out. Zhao Heng saw Qiao Fatso run so fast for the first time and was surprised, "This fatso usually climbs stairs slower than a snail, how is he running so fast today?"

"He has a date with a beauty for a chess game at Huahai Chess Forum."

Song Qingguan, who had been hanging out with Qiao Fatso for the past few days, pointed out, "He won several online Go games recently and claimed to be a first-class Go player. A beauty chatted with him a few times and set up a match for today, saying they wouldn't stop until one of them won."

Zhao Heng nodded in realization, understanding why Qiao Fatso had changed his behavior and run so fast. He then frowned slightly, asking with a hint of confusion, "Does Qiao Fatso know how to play Go? Is that his talent? If so, why hasn't he bragged about it?"

Song Qingguan smiled bitterly, "I don't know how to explain it to you, you might as well ask him yourself."

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