Chapter 63

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But Zhao Heng's sweeping gaze made them hesitate subconsciously as they approached, his eyes cold and piercing! Because they were all students of the taekwondo club who enjoyed fighting, they all felt at the same time that if they took one more step, they would face Zhao Heng's thunderous attack, which they could not resist.

What kind of gaze was that?!

Deep and icy, it seemed to burn with ghostly blue flames, instilling a fear of hellish scenes at first sight. After being swept by such a gaze, all the boys who rushed over gradually cooled down, and so did their courage. No one dared to act rashly.

In the silence, only the groans of the man on the ground were particularly loud.

"Stop! What's going on?"

When Zhao Heng supported the dizzy and fat Qiao, he saw Ding Lingling sway over, her face looking as if someone owed her money. She pushed all her companions to the back, not knowing whether she was angry at their incompetence or annoyed by their troublemaking. Then she said to Du Ziyang, "Ziyang, I'm sorry!"

"These are all rough people, don't take them seriously!"

She then pulled Park Dae-je and whispered a few words, and then looked coldly at Zhao Heng, "Zhao Heng, don't always be arrogant. If it weren't for Ziyang, you would have caused a lot of trouble this time. Do you know who the student you knocked down is?"

Qiao Yuncai sneered, "Is he related to the new president?"

The fat man's mind raced through the surname of the first female president, making wild guesses.

Ding Lingling snorted, "You guessed right! He is the president's distant nephew."

Qiao Yuncai was unconvinced and patted Zhao Heng, saying, "Park Dae-je is the president's distant nephew, and Dongfang Xiong is Brother Heng's uncle."

Ding Lingling didn't bother to argue with him and changed the subject, "By the way, Ziyang, I've already talked to my brother. He agreed to let Zhao Heng join the taekwondo club, but he has to pay a thousand yuan membership fee. I had to use a lot of effort, even threatening my parents, to get him to make an exception and accept one more person. You mustn't quit."

As Du Ziyang nodded lightly, Zhao Heng suddenly spread his hands, "I don't have money!"

Ding Lingling's face darkened, almost slapping him.

Du Ziyang quickly said, "I'll pay for him."

Zhao Heng ignored Ding Lingling's ugly expression and smiled faintly at Du Ziyang, "Ziyang, don't pay for me! I won't join the taekwondo club." Then he glanced at Park Dae-je, who was slowly standing up with fury in his eyes, "Ding Lingling said they are all rough people, so I won't be with them."

Du Ziyang opened her mouth slightly, not understanding, "Ah? You won't go?"

Zhao Heng exhaled a long breath, "I still like the art club."

Du Ziyang recalled Zhao Heng's words and gritted her teeth, "Then I won't go either." Then she looked up at Ding Lingling, "Lingling, the taekwondo club isn't suitable for me. I'll go to the art club with Zhao Heng. I'll call the Third Young Master and apologize, so you won't be in a difficult position."

Ding Lingling's face was as ugly as it could be, but she couldn't get angry with her best friend. She saw the cunning in Zhao Heng's eyes and pulled him aside, "Ziyang, I need to talk to Zhao Heng for a moment." Then she whispered to Zhao Heng, "Bastard, will you let me pay the thousand yuan for you?"

She suppressed her anger.

Zhao Heng smiled, "So generous?" Then he nodded, "Okay, if you do this for me, I'll join the taekwondo club." Zhao Heng knew that forcing Du Ziyang to join the art club would make her unhappy, and he also wanted to see if there were any good prospects in the taekwondo club, as he was starting to build his team in Huahai.

Ding Lingling released Zhao Heng and whispered coldly, "Money!"

"Give me a thousand yuan, and I'll pay the membership fee myself."

When the two returned to Du Ziyang, Zhao Heng suddenly added, guessing that the membership fee was mostly fabricated to squeeze money out of him, so he didn't hesitate to expose it, "I'll pay the membership fee myself to avoid any issues with the Third Young Master."

Zhao Heng hooked his finger at Ding Lingling, "A thousand!"

Bastard, bastard!

Ding Lingling wished she could crush Zhao Heng with her long legs. This guy was too damn cunning, clearly trying to squeeze a thousand yuan out of her. But in front of everyone, she couldn't deal with this unclear issue and, worried that Zhao Heng might back out, she had to take out her wallet and pull out some bills, "A thousand, here, remember to pay the fee."

Zhao Heng ignored Ding Lingling's murderous gaze and naturally put the thousand yuan in his pocket. This was the style taught by Uncle Feng over the years: for irreconcilable enemies, you must crush them. So Zhao Heng patted his clothes and smiled at Du Ziyang, "Ziyang, join the taekwondo club."

"Don't let Sister Ding's efforts go to waste, and I'll teach you a set of Wing Chun."

Zhao Heng smiled warmly, "It won't be too violent."

Du Ziyang was initially stunned but then smiled with relief, "Okay, I'll listen to you!"

After a series of events, the train encounter, the embrace at the station, the morning run, and especially the day he carried her, a warm and ambiguous feeling had grown between them. Their love was just a layer of paper away, and once it was broken, the love in the ivory tower would be unstoppable.

So although it wasn't openly discussed, they were already very harmonious.

Ding Lingling could sense something and, seeing the two exchange glances, remained silent but clearly felt depressed. She decided to go back and discuss with her brother, no longer maintaining any decorum or manners, and to take decisive action to win Du Ziyang, even if it meant using some underhanded methods to make a done deal.

She also consoled herself that today's goal had been achieved.

Park Dae-je glared at Zhao Heng. Although he had been hit by Zhao Heng, making his whole body feel like it was falling apart, he believed it was because his spinning kick was unstable, and if they fought a real match, he would definitely take Zhao Heng down. So when Zhao Heng was about to turn and leave, he stepped forward, "Zhao Heng, I challenge you. Dare you fight me at the taekwondo club in three days?"

The other companions also shouted, "Dare you accept the challenge?"

Zhao Heng snorted, "With you?"

In the next second, he turned and left, not bothering to respond to Park Dae-je's challenge.

Park Dae-je wanted to rush forward but was stopped by Ding Lingling, and could only stare at Zhao Heng with venomous eyes.

In a villa in Huahai, the residence of Zhang Xiaolin of the Qing Gang.

A large, middle-aged man leaned back in a rocking chair, squinting as he basked in the setting sun. His left hand played with a bamboo pit viper, while his right hand cracked a walnut, the shell making a cracking sound as it shattered and scattered on the ground.

Then he precisely inserted the walnut into the bamboo pit viper's mouth, which obediently took it and swallowed it. The bamboo pit viper was beautiful, with a green body, yellow eyes, and a vertical pupil, somewhat like a cat's.

As the middle-aged man smiled, three people cautiously approached from a distance.

Two men and one woman, one was Song Shijie, the woman was Zhang Ningyan, and the other was Brother Feihu.

"Uncle, what do you need us for?"

Zhang Ningyan's face was charming and smiling, looking at her relative who had thousands of followers. She was absolutely respectful to him, but seeing the bamboo pit viper baring its fangs, her lips twitched involuntarily. Song Shijie didn't move at all, afraid that the snake would jump up and bite him.

Brother Feihu, however, remained calm, covering his broken hand without any fear.

"Mr. Du sent me a note last night."

The middle-aged man inserted the walnut into the snake's mouth with a snap, seemingly unafraid of overfeeding the bamboo pit viper, "He wants to mediate the conflict between Zhao Heng and the Qing Gang, using both soft and hard tactics. It seems the Du family is determined to make me give in, so I've called you all here to see if you have any ideas."

"Mediate?"

Zhang Ningyan was indignant, "How can it be mediated? What is there to mediate?"

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