Chapter 3

Walking a few steps, Zhang Jian turned his head and found that Lu Li hadn’t followed. He couldn’t help but laugh and cry at the same time, saying, "It’s fine, but you’re almost turning into a stone waiting for your husband."

"Old Three, Old Three, what are you daydreaming about?"

Coming back to his senses from deep thought, Lu Li smiled awkwardly, "I got distracted."

Zhang Jian’s gaze was strange, "Distracted? You must be missing her! Looking at Xia Qingxuan, your eyes were glued. Amazing, you quietly got the campus beauty of Hai University, tsk tsk."

"There’s nothing to it, you didn’t see her say she doesn’t know anyone!"

How could Lu Li admit it? After six hundred years, he had long lost interest in emotions. His only obsession was entering the innate realm and practicing the Nine Transcendences of the Red Dust.

"Haha, you don’t understand. Women’s words should be taken in reverse. The more they say this, the more they like you." Zhang Jian, with the air of a seasoned person, patted Lu Li’s shoulder, "Old Three, I absolutely support you. Get Xia Qingxuan into bed, and let Liang Jun, that idiot who shows off with his money, eat shit!"

Lu Li was drenched in sweat.

"Go if you want, I don’t like her anyway."

"Haha, you’re just saying that, absolutely just saying that." Zhang Jian sighed, full of envy and jealousy, "Sigh, being favored by the campus beauty is so任性 (reckless)!"

Lu Li was speechless. There was nothing to say to Zhang Jian, who was all about basketball and women, a complete one-track mind.

***

Near any university, there are always various daily rental rooms, monthly rental rooms, and small restaurants. As one of the two first-class undergraduate universities in Hai City, Hai Cheng University naturally had no shortage of these.

After the second class, Lu Li called the second and fourth roommates, and he and Zhang Jian left the school. They walked along the main road for a short distance and turned into a small restaurant.

The restaurant was called Shuxiangyuan, specializing in Sichuan cuisine, particularly famous for its fish-flavored shredded pork and sour cabbage fish.

Shuxiangyuan was very small, with only eight tables. At this moment, only one table was left. If they had been a bit later, they would have had to wait.

After sitting down, Lu Li glanced at the students eating and turned to Zhang Jian, "Aren’t Zhu Zi and the others coming?"

Zhang Jian sneered, full of disdain, "They didn’t even stand up to Liang Jun just now, I didn’t even call them."

In his heart, true brothers share both good and bad times. Hesitating in front of Liang Jun, he naturally looked down on them.

"They might be afraid of Liang Jun’s retaliation." Lu Li thought for a moment and smiled, "Everyone makes different choices, no need to worry."

"Of course not, they’re not my brothers."

Zhang Jian finished speaking and called the waiter to order dishes.

Sour cabbage fish, fish-flavored shredded pork, Mapo tofu, husband and wife lung slices, and a seaweed egg drop soup.

The waiter left, and just as Lu Li was about to speak, he noticed five people entering the restaurant. The one in front was Liang Jun. He nodded toward Zhang Jian and smiled, "Looks like we can’t eat this meal."

Zhang Jian was stunned, turned his head, and stood up abruptly.

Liang Jun, with four others, walked over. When they were close, he showed a look of disdain, "Kid, you’re pretty brave, not hiding!"

After speaking to Lu Li, he turned to Zhang Jian and said in a deep voice, "Zhang Jian, this is between me and this kid today. You’d better stay out of it, or don’t blame me for getting rough."

"Lu Li’s business is my business! Liang Jun, and you guys, stop with the useless talk. If you have the guts, let’s have a one-on-one."

Zhang Jian knew them all, members of the automation basketball team. Although they were thinner than him, they were much stronger than Lu Li. He was only worried about Lu Li getting hurt. As for himself, worry was never in his dictionary.

"So, you’re definitely getting involved?"

Liang Jun’s gaze was dark. Normally, it took at least three people to stop Zhang Jian. A one-on-one was pure torture. Especially with five of them, choosing a one-on-one was foolish.

"Stop talking nonsense, draw the line, I’ll take it for Lu Li."

Seeing Zhang Jian’s determined face, Lu Li was moved. From this moment on, he first considered Zhang Jian as his brother.

Liang Jun’s face turned ashen, his eyes darting. The other four quickly surrounded Lu Li and Zhang Jian, the atmosphere tense, ready to fight.

The restaurant owner, who had been paying attention, hurried over, wiping sweat and pleading, "Students, students, we’re a small business, we can’t afford to lose. Please don’t fight."

Liang Jun glanced at the owner with disdain and pushed him, making him stumble.

"All the customers, I’ll pay for your meals, leave immediately."

"Students, students, running a small business is hard, please don’t do this!" The owner steadied himself and continued to plead.

Liang Jun frowned, took a stack of money from his wallet, and threw it at the owner’s face, "Is this enough? Meal money plus damage fees, damn it, talk more and I’ll shut down your place."

"But, but—" Although the money was indeed a lot, the owner didn’t want his business to be ruined.

"Leave, or you get nothing."

"Ah."

The owner sighed deeply, his face full of bitter smiles, bent down to pick up the money, and asked the customers to leave.

Seeing all this, the smile on Lu Li’s lips gradually disappeared, his eyes filled with a cold light. After all, this was all because of him, and the restaurant was just an innocent bystander.

The customers left one by one, and Liang Jun nodded in satisfaction, a smug look on his face.

"Kid, for Zhang Jian’s sake, I’ll give you a chance. Let me slap you twice, then apologize to Xia Qingxuan in front of her, and this matter will be over."

Zhang Jian sneered and was about to step forward, but Lu Li held him back and walked over to Liang Jun first. Standing in front of Liang Jun, he slightly tilted his head, looking up at him, and smirked, "Apologize, I—apologize to your mother."

Since there was no way to resolve this peacefully, whether by his character or past experience, striking first was always right.

Taking advantage of Liang Jun’s moment of shock, Lu Li had already moved. He suddenly lunged forward, grabbed Liang Jun’s hair with one hand, and clenched his fist with the other, pummeling his head.

Bang, bang, bang.

After three punches, the others finally reacted and started to fight.

Lu Li gritted his teeth, took a kick, and pulled Liang Jun’s hair down, then suddenly kneed him in the nose.

After the knee, he immediately let go and quickly jumped out of the fight.

Looking at Liang Jun, blood was streaming from his nose, and his face was covered in tears and snot.

"Get the hell in, beat him to death, I’ll take the blame. Ah, my nose."

Liang Jun liked to slap people, and starting a fight at the slightest provocation was a common occurrence.

Most people would be intimidated just by hearing his name, but they had never seen such a reckless fight.

The key was, you could fight, but why did you have to fight me, and so ruthlessly, without any mercy? At this moment, he was shaking with anger, but also a bit scared.

"Good job."

Zhang Jian laughed, picked up a chair, and smashed it into the shoulder of one of the opponents. The person was startled and quickly dodged, but still got hit by the chair leg, causing a burning pain in his arm.

With a successful hit, he swung the chair horizontally, unstoppable.

Seeing Zhang Jian’s fierce and powerful performance, Lu Li’s lips twitched, his eyes strange. Was this guy treating the fight like a game, or why was he so excited?

Liang Jun, with his broken nose, had lost his fighting ability.

And this guy, Liang Jun, could handle three people at once, taking a punch and barely flinching, but a hit from the chair left him dazed for a long time.

Thus, at the beginning of the fight, Lu Li found himself facing only one opponent. With his centuries of combat experience, handling three or five people was no problem, let alone just one.

With a muffled groan, Lu Li punched the opponent’s eye, followed by a kick to the stomach.

The person’s vision went black, and he fell to the ground, retching.

"Do you need help?" Seeing Zhang Jian’s excited face, Lu Li couldn’t help but ask, laughing and crying.

"No, I’ll get mad if anyone helps."

Zhang Jian threw the chair aside, freeing his hands, "Come on, I’m serious now."

The remaining three looked at each other, full of caution but not continuing to fight.

Zhang Jian’s fighting ability was evident. The three could at most fight him to a draw, but there was still Lu Li on the other side. Continuing the fight clearly had no chance of winning.

Thinking of this, the three looked at their captain, Liang Jun, who was holding his nose, his face pale with pain.

"Ouch, it hurts, take me to the hospital first."

Liang Jun wasn’t an idiot. Since there was no way to win, continuing the fight was meaningless. Besides, his nose was bleeding uncontrollably, and he was afraid of bleeding to death.

Hearing this, the three picked up Liang Jun and the other person and left. Zhang Jian was immediately unhappy, shouting, "Don’t go, I’m not done yet!"

Lu Li glanced at the restaurant, which was already a mess. He shook his head helplessly and said to Zhang Jian, "Call the second and fourth roommates, tell them not to come. As for eating, we can do it anytime."

"Ah, okay, I’ll go with my girlfriend."

After making the call, Lu Li and Zhang Jian ate a little and then parted ways. Lu Li didn’t return to the dormitory but went to the stadium.

Today’s experience told him that, no matter where you are, strength is the most important.

He must start practicing the Three Yang Fist immediately.