Chapter 8

The morning passed without seeing Wang Gang and Liu Benqiang, but news about me spread throughout the school, including the incident where I had someone beat up Han Tuding. The story grew more and more exaggerated, with various versions circulating.

The most bizarre version claimed that I had connections in society, and my father was a big boss who could call in several truckloads of people with just one phone call, and that even the school wouldn't dare do anything to me...

In reality, my parents are honest and hardworking people. They have always been straightforward and have never had a quarrel with anyone as far back as I can remember. But my second uncle often says that honest people are synonymous with incompetence, though I don't agree with that.

Although the rumors spreading through the school were unreliable, I didn't hear any news about my expulsion, and the old witch of a homeroom teacher didn't show up either. However, I was always on edge, unsure of how the school would deal with me next, especially the grade head, Han Tuding...

As the noon dismissal approached, the school's loudspeaker began to announce. I heard the name of Class 6, Grade 3, and my name, but the content was surprisingly shocking!

The announcement made no mention of the fight, only emphasizing the importance of unity and friendship among students, as if nothing had happened at all!

I couldn't help but wonder what kind of connections my second uncle had to suppress such a big incident.

During the lunch break, after eating, I returned to the dormitory alone. The other students in the dormitory looked at me as if I were a tiger, not daring to breathe loudly. This change was unexpected.

I didn't know if they were afraid of me or afraid of Wang Gang, but it didn't matter to me. Since things had already come to this, I lay down and fell into a drowsy sleep.

When I opened my eyes, it was already 6 PM. I had slept through the afternoon, and no one had woken me up. I had never skipped class before, but now this feeling was quite refreshing.

After eating something, I went to a nearby internet cafe alone. I didn't dare go to the Soaring Internet Cafe because the issue with Xiao Huangmao wasn't resolved, and I didn't want to get into another fight.

Actually, I've never liked fighting. I've never been the one to provoke trouble from a young age.

Besides, on such a hot day, it was much more enjoyable to sit in an air-conditioned internet cafe, drink some beverages, and play a few ranked matches. Who would want to fight when they could meet a pretty girl who could help them climb the ranks?

It was my first time at the Pepsi Internet Cafe. The environment was much higher-end than a regular internet cafe, and the air conditioning was very strong.

I used the little money I had left to top up my membership, even spending my lunch money, but I thought, "Might as well enjoy it!"

I found a private room and started my computer. If it weren't for my fear of running into Xiao Huangmao, I wouldn't have spent the extra money on a private room. It was expensive!

I noticed that the desktop showed information about all the League of Legends players in the cafe, and I could chat directly from the desktop. All the champion skins were free to use, making me feel like I was in a high-end place. The money for the internet fee wasn't wasted!

Among the account information, a few IDs stood out: 15, 16, and 18. I immediately thought of the group of girls led by Sister 17. Could it be this coincidental?

However, there were only two internet cafes near the school, so it wasn't strange to run into them. What was surprising was that they were in the same server. Even more surprising was that someone was calling for a team in the desktop chat, and the ID was 18!

I rubbed my hands together slyly and clicked to add her as a friend. She accepted almost instantly and invited me to join her game room. I thought, "Diamond players are so efficient! If I could climb a few more ranks, maybe something interesting could happen!"

I had worked hard to get this account to its current level, facing many challenges. I often encountered players who picked Yasuo at the start and then AFK after giving up the first blood, leaving me to be carried countless times. Otherwise, I would have reached Diamond 1 or 2 long ago!

I put on my headphones and listened to DJ music, fully engrossed in the game. If you ask what the essence of League of Legends is, it's definitely about securing kills! Although grabbing late-game kills can get you called a "kill dog," the game is about who develops faster!

By the 25-minute mark, I had already secured 21 kills. I was having a great time when someone suddenly tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around and was stunned.

Three girls stood there, hands on their hips, faces full of anger. The one in front, wearing a pair of overalls and long hair, I recognized as Sister 16, who had once stopped others from beating me...

"It's you! How do you play the game? Why do you always steal kills!"

Faced with Sister 16's questioning, I swallowed hard, not daring to look at her. I had been playing so smoothly, but I never expected them to find me in the internet cafe. This was not scientific!

"Yeah, why do you always steal my Graves' kills! You're a Diamond, tsk!"

The girl in red shorts behind her looked at me with disdain. I knew she was Sister 18. The other girl, who was trying to calm them down, must be Sister 15. She looked very young and timid.

At that moment, I couldn't say a word. My second uncle had once said that when caught in the act, the best thing to do is to keep quiet. Explaining is covering up, covering up is being dishonest, and being dishonest means you deserve a beating...

"Let it go, it's just a game. Let's go back," Little Sister 15 whispered, pulling on the hands of Sister 16 and Sister 18. I was sweating cold, hoping these ladies would leave quickly. I couldn't handle it!

"We can't just let it go. He should buy us drinks!" Sister 18 insisted. I was dumbfounded. I had just spent all my money on the internet fee. Now...

My second uncle often said, "A man with money is a man, a man without money is a hard man." At that moment, I truly understood what it meant to be a hero brought down by a single penny!

Sister 16 gave me a meaningful look and then turned to leave. I felt my face burning, embarrassed that I couldn't even buy them drinks. What a disgrace!

Before I could calm down, two people walked past the private room and then turned to look at me. They had tattoos on their arms, and I felt a bad premonition...

"What's up, brother?" I asked cautiously, fearing they might be Xiao Huangmao's friends. Even if I wasn't afraid of them, I couldn't fight a group alone!

"Xiong Sanming, right? Do you know everyone is looking for you? Brother Dong wants to see you!"

Hearing this, I sighed in relief. They weren't Xiao Huangmao's friends, but why did my second uncle want to see me?

I paid and logged off. A black Santana was parked outside the internet cafe. Someone called my second uncle to say they had found me and would bring me over immediately.

After hanging up, the people in the car looked at me with a faint smile, but I suddenly felt something was off.

In my haste, I hadn't had the chance to ask more questions. What if these people weren't my second uncle's friends?

The car drove on, and my heart was in my throat. When I was finally brought to a mahjong parlor, my heart was still racing.

However, when I saw a white BMW parked outside the mahjong parlor, I finally relaxed. I recognized the license plate; it was the one my second uncle had driven last time.

I was led into the mahjong parlor, and the strong smell of smoke almost made me vomit. Many people were sitting under broken fans, and their tattoos suggested they weren't good people.

There were also a few women with dyed hair, heavily made-up, and dressed sloppily.

I remembered my second uncle once saying, "You can tell how a man is doing by the women around him."

I looked around but didn't see my second uncle. I was finally led to the second floor of the mahjong parlor, where it was cool and seemed separate from the world below.

At the bar near the entrance to the second floor, I saw a woman in a red mini-skirt and fishnet stockings!

I couldn't take my eyes off her. She was looking down at her phone, not very pretty, but with a figure that made the girls at school look like nothing in comparison!

Two people called her Sister Feifei and asked which room Brother Dong was in. She pointed to the room at the end of the corridor and glanced at me.

Her eyes were long and slightly slanted, and her tank top was very revealing, showing a deep cleavage. I glanced at it but didn't dare to look for long.

"Who's this kid? Why did you bring him here?"

"Sister Feifei, this kid is Brother Dong's nephew. He caused trouble at school and couldn't be reached by phone, so Brother Dong asked us to bring him over."

She nodded slightly, as if understanding, and smiled, "No wonder this kid stared at me as soon as he came in. The problem is in the roots."

I lowered my head, my face burning with embarrassment, wishing I could find a hole to hide in. Another embarrassment...

"Kid, go in yourself," one of them said, turning away and ignoring me.

As I walked down the corridor, I heard a cloying voice behind me, "Sister Feifei, why are you dressed so nicely today? How about dinner tonight?"

"Get lost, go where it's cool. I have to have dinner with Brother Dong tonight..."

I knocked on the door of the room where my second uncle was, and it took a while before it opened. The man who opened the door was bald, with a scary face full of scars.

"Who are you looking for?"

I said I was looking for Xiong Jiudong, my second uncle. The bald man shouted inside, and then I was let in.

As soon as I entered, my eyes widened. There was a pile of red bills on the table, more money than I had ever seen in my life! My second uncle was smoking and playing cards with a few people.

He waved at me, and I immediately stood behind him. The table was covered in money, and I couldn't look away. My second uncle held a few cards but didn't pay attention to me.

I had seen gambling before, but never on such a large scale. In my hometown, people usually bet 100 or 200 yuan, at most 1000, but the amount of money on the table was uncountable...

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