Chapter 30

Chapter 31: Conflict

At 3:30 PM, Du Ziyang drove Zhao Heng to Huahai University. The luxurious red sports car drew a beautiful line across the campus, attracting many admiring glances from the students. Although there were many curious eyes, Du Ziyang paid no attention. Seeing that it was still early, she parked the car by the roadside and got out to stroll around.

"Zhao Heng, would you like to take me for a tour?"

The beautiful woman and the fancy car immediately drew everyone's attention. Most of the passing boys showed signs of excitement and greed; which man wouldn't want to conquer such a woman and gain both beauty and wealth? Some had clearly seen Du Ziyang before and began to point and talk about her as if they were on a high.

The girls, on the other hand, secretly envied and resented her, lamenting that Du Ziyang was here to steal the spotlight. However, they didn't hate her, as they all knew that her future boyfriend would definitely be a wealthy young man, and the concept of matching social status, though criticized in textbooks and by professors, was strictly followed in reality.

Whether it was the Du family or the four major families, they always had strong alliances.

However, to everyone's surprise, the passenger door opened, and Zhao Heng, dressed in sportswear, stepped out. Although Zhao Heng's appearance wasn't shabby or plain, compared to Du Ziyang's outfit, which was worth tens of thousands, he seemed out of place, like a groom accompanying a princess, which made people pause in surprise.

"Zhao Heng, let's go."

Du Ziyang pulled Zhao Heng's arm. "Let me get familiar with the environment."

The parking spot was right in front of a sports field, where many students were sweating and playing. The two of them, being so close, immediately attracted countless eyes. Although Du Ziyang was declared off-limits by the Third Young Master Ding, no one dared to touch her, but she was still a mesmerizing sight for the boys.

Zhao Heng being with her and touching her intimately was like a sharp thorn in the boys' hearts.

Feeling a slight pain and a bit of suppression, Zhao Heng seemed to sense the sharp gazes from all around. However, he had never been afraid of the world's judgment, and since Du Ziyang, a girl, didn't care, why should he feel ashamed? So he replied cheerfully, "Sure, I'll take you to the library and the cafeteria."

"Bang!"

Before Zhao Heng could take Du Ziyang to the library, a soccer ball came flying in a beautiful arc, breaking the air with a powerful force. It was clearly kicked by a skilled player and was heading straight for Zhao Heng's face. If it hit him, he would surely end up with a swollen face.

"Ah!"

The surrounding girls instinctively screamed, and some even closed their eyes, unable to bear the sight of Zhao Heng bleeding and losing teeth. Du Ziyang, who had turned her head, was also startled, but before she could scream, Zhao Heng raised his hand, formed a claw, and struck. The movement was slow but precise, and he caught the soccer ball. Bang! The ball burst in his fingers.

"Ah!"

The surrounding students were once again surprised, but this time it was completely different. They were puzzled, unsure if the ball was too weak or if Zhao Heng was truly capable, as it disintegrated in his fingers. Then they saw Zhao Heng gently retract his fingers, and the broken ball fell to the ground.

"Who kicked the ball?"

Seeing Zhao Heng almost get hit, Du Ziyang spoke up, "You almost hit someone."

As soon as she finished speaking, over ten agile sports students jumped out from the field and approached Zhao Heng and Du Ziyang, their faces filled with挑衅 (provocation). Zhao Heng clearly saw Tu Honggang, who had caused trouble in the cafeteria that day. There was no doubt that he had kicked the ball at him.

Zhao Heng sneered, these troublemakers.

"Zi, it's you again."

Tu Honggang, of course, knew Du Ziyang's identity and background but chose to ignore her, directly addressing Zhao Heng loudly, "A few days ago, you were arrogant and told us sports students to get lost. Today, you publicly broke our soccer ball. Do you really think we are easy to bully?"

"I'm telling you, don't think you're great just because you have a rich girl backing you."

As soon as he said this, the surrounding students immediately lowered their opinion of Zhao Heng. This guy not only lived off a woman but also looked down on sports students, which was truly despicable. Although the sports students might not be academically gifted, they had brought a lot of glory to Huahai University and even the city.

Seeing the disdain in the students' eyes, Tu Honggang felt a sense of triumph and then pointed at Zhao Heng, shouting, "Zi, do you have the guts to face me in a one-on-one fight? There's no need to show off here and ruin everyone's fun. I don't want you to lose face in front of the woman."

Du Ziyang tugged at Zhao Heng's sleeve, signaling him not to fight. She was afraid he would knock out Tu Honggang's teeth and didn't believe Zhao Heng was the type to look down on sports students. So she raised her head and said to Tu Honggang, "You were the one who kicked the ball at him. You didn't look where you were kicking and now you're accusing Zhao Heng?"

Tu Honggang sneered without a word. If it were any other girl, he would have slapped her long ago, but since she was the Third Young Master Ding's girl, Du Ziyang, and a Du family heiress, he shrugged and replied, "Kicking a ball naturally has some deviation. If I hit the goal every time, I would be the king of Chinese football."

"I'll pay for the soccer ball for Zhao Heng."

Du Ziyang didn't want to waste words and said straightforwardly, "How much did this ball cost?"

"Little sister, are you trying to buy me off with money?"

Amid the protests of the sports students, Tu Honggang shrugged and replied, "Do you think money can solve everything? Honestly, I'm not short of the money for a ball, and it belongs to the school. What I want is justice and respect. This guy must apologize to us and promise not to look down on sports students."

"If he doesn't apologize and promise, he can fight me one-on-one."

Tu Honggang flexed his muscles, looking down at Zhao Heng, "Whether I win or lose, I'll drop these two grievances." Then, before Du Ziyang could speak, he turned to Zhao Heng and shouted, "Zi, are you a coward? Hiding behind a woman and not daring to fight? Letting her solve your problems for you!"

"Being a man like you is a failure."

Amid his exaggerated ridicule, the gathered sports students laughed, and the surrounding students shook their heads. Although they didn't know the relationship between Zhao Heng and Du Ziyang, as Tu Honggang said, it was indeed weak to let a woman handle the situation, not knowing that Du Ziyang was worried about Zhao Heng.

Du Ziyang frowned slightly, "Why are you talking nonsense?"

Tu Honggang still didn't respond to Du Ziyang, just stared at Zhao Heng with a look of disdain and shouted to the surrounding students, "Everyone remember, his name is Zhao Heng, Zhao Heng, a coward who doesn't take responsibility, a coward who hides behind a woman. He is a disgrace to Huahai University. Let's all despise him."

Over twenty sports students raised their fingers.

"Tu Honggang, what are you doing?"

Just as the surrounding students were laughing, another voice came from nearby. Everyone turned to see a well-dressed man and woman approaching, looking arrogant. Zhao Heng recognized the girl as Ding Lingling, and the boy beside her was unfamiliar but tall and handsome, with a broad forehead and a commanding presence. The diamond ring on his hand made many girls' eyes hurt. The once arrogant Tu Honggang immediately lost his aggressive and mocking demeanor, replacing it with a particularly friendly smile, "Third Young Master, Lingling, why are you here? I didn't do anything... just a little friction."

There was no doubt that the handsome boy was the Third Young Master Ding.

"Ziyan, weren't you supposed to come to school the day after tomorrow? Why are you here today?"

The Third Young Master didn't even look at Tu Honggang, ignoring his humble and fawning smile. Why should a master show any expression to a dog? As Ding Lingling and Du Ziyang walked closely together, the Third Young Master acted as if he had a deep friendship with Du Ziyang, spreading his arms and smiling, "If I had known you were coming, I would have picked you up from the Du family."

He was still holding a rose, which he had likely picked from the campus flower bed.

"Ziyan, this flower is for you."

On that extraordinarily handsome face, besides eagerness and impatience, there was a visible happiness, which made the onlookers quietly admire: Look, look, this guy, how much he loves Du Ziyang! Just a moment, and his smile is already so radiant, truly a match made in heaven!

The Huahai girls who had their own thoughts bit their lips in resentment.

At the same time, the Third Young Master's gaze flicked to Zhao Heng, cold and dark.

PS: Here to kill, continue everything, ha ha.

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