Chapter 61

Chapter 62: Provocation

Zhao Heng asked Song Qingguan to expose the matter on the spot. // Visit to download txt novels //

The post about the toad eating swan meat, which Song Qingguan had traced back to Tu Honggang's dormitory, was undoubtedly instigated by Ding Lingling. Zhao Heng was never a noble gentleman, so he did not hesitate to stir up a big fuss and take the opportunity to damage the relationship between Tu Honggang and Ding Lingling.

Regardless of whether Tu Honggang and Ding Lingling had any entanglements, Zhao Heng believed that with Ding Lingling's arrogant nature, she would not let someone who had lost face stay by her side. Once this matter was exposed, no matter how Tu Honggang tried to explain to Ding Lingling, her attitude would likely become cold. She might not like a dog, but she definitely would not like a dog that played with other women.

Song Qingguan waved the phone in his palm and laughed aloud, "Alright!"

Since the three of them became sworn brothers, Song Qingguan felt as if he had found an organization and support. He no longer hesitated in his actions. He believed that even if the sky fell, the three of them could bear it. Even if they couldn't, he would be happy to suffer together. Perhaps this was what brotherhood meant: "I'll post it right away!"

Tu Honggang and the girl with the fringe changed their expressions: "You—"

Before they could finish, Zhao Heng had already waved and led Qiao Fatso and Song Qingguan away. Tu Honggang quickly took out his phone and entered the Huada community. After refreshing twice, he saw a post titled "The Mysterious Couple in Plum Garden" at the top. There was no content, only a few blurred pictures of the two with their faces pixelated.

There was also a sentence that made his heart tremble: "Guess who they are?"

The girl with the fringe bit her lip, wishing she could kick Zhao Heng to death with her high heels.

"Asshole!"

Tu Honggang looked at the almost invisible backs of the three, extremely angry. These days, curiosity could easily kill a person. The bored students at the beginning of the semester would definitely compare the photos by any means necessary. Perhaps in no more than three days, he would be the subject of gossip. Although it wasn't a big deal, it would make Ding Lingling distance herself from him.

He hurriedly called the moderator to delete the post but was told that the forum's backend had been attacked and the post could not be deleted temporarily. As Tu Honggang cursed his bad luck, he suddenly remembered that Ding Lingling had once mentioned that Song Qingguan was a computer genius. He immediately realized it was the work of the other party, and his hatred and murderous intent grew even more.

Tu Honggang gritted his teeth:

"Zhao Heng, Song Qingguan, fatso, I won't let you off."

He planned to gather the sports students and give Zhao Heng a severe beating!

Zhao Heng and the others, who had already provoked the Qing Gang, naturally were not afraid of Tu Honggang's retaliation. After laughing and talking for a while, they quickly ran to their classroom. Zhao Heng, Qiao Fatso, and Song Qingguan were in the same class, while Du Ziyang and Ding Lingling were in the adjacent class. Zhao Heng thought about Ding Lingling, whom he couldn't hit or kick, and felt a slight headache.

But he believed Tu Honggang would make her more conflicted first.

The three entered the classroom in the last minute. The psychology teacher first introduced himself and then vividly described how wonderful and harmonious university life was, comparing it to the Peach Blossom Spring in Tao Yuanming's writings. Zhao Heng had long seen through the superficiality of university life and did not take the teacher's words seriously.

As the psychology teacher reluctantly finished his speech, Zhao Heng and the others were the first to leave the noisy classroom to breathe fresh air. It wasn't that they were being pretentious, but the classroom's air conditioner was broken, and only three wall fans were struggling to work. With over sixty people in one class, the atmosphere was understandably oppressive.

Just as the three leaned against the corridor railing, Song Qingguan's phone rang. After a moment, he said to Zhao Heng, "The chess club called. They liked the chess paper I made yesterday and have approved my membership. After the semester starts, they will organize activities every week, and there will be opportunities to exchange and compete with other schools."

"Wow, Qingguan, congratulations."

Qiao Fatso added with a chill, "The Huahai chess world relies on you."

Song Qingguan put his arm around Qiao Fatso's shoulder and laughed, "The Huahai chess world doesn't need me. With Brother Heng, all chess players can be defeated. I'm just there to cheer for Brother Heng. Of course, you have great value too. You can do belly dancing to entertain us. Come, dance for me."

Qiao Fatso ignored Song Qingguan's teasing and even deliberately wiggled his hips. After a bit of horseplay, he looked at Zhao Heng and said, "Brother Heng, you should be getting a call soon. What happened yesterday? With your chess skills, you could have defeated all the chess players at Huada. Why did you sit there for an hour and get ridiculed?"

Qiao Fatso, who had seen Zhao Heng's chess skills, was very puzzled.

Zhao Heng rubbed his head and smiled faintly, "The reason doesn't matter. What matters is that I seem to have forgotten to leave my phone number."

Qiao Yuncai and Song Qingguan were both surprised, "What? You didn't leave your phone number?"

Zhao Heng shrugged, "It doesn't matter. I was just playing around at the time."

"Zhao Heng, why don't you join the Taekwondo club with me?"

Before the two could react, a series of pleasant laughter came from the side. Du Ziyang, in light makeup and a long dress, walked over to Zhao Heng. Her smile was as bright as spring flowers, clear and bright, giving a very friendly feeling. "You're so skilled. You can join the Taekwondo club with me. How about it?"

"Hello, Sister Du."

Qiao Fatso and Song Qingguan wanted to call her "Sister-in-law" but thought of the Du family's dominance and held back, politely calling her "Sister Du." Du Ziyang's cheeks instantly turned red, and she said uncomfortably, "You can just call me Ziyang. 'Sister Du'... I'm not used to it... it feels too formal..."

Qiao Fatso scratched his head, "If we call you Ziyang, won't Brother Heng have to call you 'Yanyan'?"

Qiao Fatso's unintentional words made Du Ziyang's entire face turn red. Only when she was alone with Zhao Heng could she boldly joke around, but with others present, she always felt awkward, like when Jiang Changlong teased her at the Jiang family restaurant. Zhao Heng noticed Du Ziyang's slight shyness and quickly apologized with a bitter smile:

"Ziyang, sorry, this fatso just likes to joke around. Come, let me introduce you."

He quickly introduced Qiao Fatso and Song Qingguan to Du Ziyang. Du Ziyang had already regained her composure and shook hands with the two in a graceful manner. Qiao Yuncai and Song Qingguan both noticed that Du Ziyang had feelings for Zhao Heng. If she didn't, she wouldn't have blushed; she would have thrown the joke back.

After a brief conversation, Du Ziyang returned to the main topic, "Zhao Heng, join the Taekwondo club."

Zhao Heng was about to refuse directly, but he saw a different emotion in Du Ziyang's eyes, not the ambiguous desire to get closer, but a kind of indescribable helplessness. Just as he was slightly surprised, another voice sounded, "Ziyang, my brother's club is full. Zhao Heng probably can't join the Taekwondo club."

As Qiao Fatso and Song Qingguan's expressions turned cold, Ding Lingling walked over in high heels, her smile still bright, but Zhao Heng and the others knew she harbored a desire to stab them. Behind her were four men and three women, two of whom looked like South Koreans, with a haughty attitude.

One of the South Korean youths was tall and imposing, exuding the qualities of a prince in every cliché: foreign, wealthy, and sunny, the perfect object of desire for modern women. This was evident from the intense interest in the eyes of the surrounding girls, young and old.

However, this South Korean youth's gaze was mostly on Ding Lingling.

Zhao Heng smiled faintly, not paying much attention.

At this moment, Ding Lingling swayed her hips to Du Ziyang's side, maintaining the intimacy between them, and smiled, "Ziyang, although Zhao Heng has some skills, the Taekwondo club really has no more spots. Perhaps I can ask my brother for a favor, but given his character, he probably won't make an exception."

Ding Lingling showed a playful apology, "After all, he doesn't like to break the rules."

As she spoke, the South Korean man narrowed his eyes at Zhao Heng, a sneer of disdain and contempt on his lips, looking down on him with a rather provoking attitude. Zhao Heng usually ignored such people; many of the international students at Huada were rich kids who had a sense of superiority from birth.

So, as long as they didn't provoke him, he wouldn't bother to beat them up.

But the South Korean youth snorted, "Zhao Heng?"

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