Chapter 92

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As the face of the county's junior high schools, Experimental Middle School naturally had a grand appearance.

The campus was surrounded by a black zinc-steel fence, and the school name was inlaid in gold on the red marble. The main gate was a rare electric sliding gate, and at this moment, only a small entrance wide enough for two people to walk side by side was open.

After Mr. Liu registered at the security office, someone even came out to count the number of people. Registration was understandable, but counting the number of people was definitely putting on airs! Do you think this is some important or sacred place where people would try to sneak in?

Just inside the gate was a playground with a standard rubber track. In front was a five-story main teaching building. On the outside of the third-floor corridor, the school motto was symmetrically inscribed: "Unity, Pragmatism, Struggle, and Progress."

Around the main building were several other buildings, all multi-story structures.

The competition venue for tomorrow was on the first floor, and it was empty now. Indeed, they had arrived a bit late, and those who were more proactive had probably already come to check it out.

They sat in the classroom for a while, and everyone noticed that the desks and chairs were standardized, suggesting they were provided by the school rather than brought by the students.

Mr. Liu, whether he had something to do or met an acquaintance, let them roam freely around the campus, with a plan to gather at the main gate at 11 o'clock.

Everyone else wanted to explore, but Feng Yiping didn't want to wander around in the scorching sun, so he sat on the steps in front of the building.

The first-year girl and Zhang Qiuling were jumping and hopping on the rubber track, acting like big kids.

Zhang Qiuling even did a crouching start at the starting line of the track, and the first-year girl clapped and cheered from the side.

The two of them walked back hand in hand, smiling. Zhang Qiuling asked Feng Yiping, "How about it? Standard, right?"

This was an indirect request for praise, "Praise me, quick, praise me!"

Feng Yiping, of course, played along, clapping and saying, "Standard, beautiful!"

"Ha ha," Zhang Qiuling was very pleased with their compliments, her face beaming with joy.

At that moment, a sneer came from above, followed by a light but clear voice, "Imitating the ugly!"

There were only the three of them below, so this was clearly directed at them. Zhang Qiuling's face turned cold, and she glared up angrily.

Above them, on the second-floor balcony, were three students. It was unclear when they had arrived, but their relaxed demeanor suggested they were from Experimental Middle School.

The girl in the middle wore a white dress and looked quite good. She was flanked by a boy and a girl. At that moment, she and the other girl were elegantly cracking sunflower seeds, smiling, but her eyes were looking elsewhere, either out of guilt or disdain.

Only the boy standing beside them looked down at them with a condescending air, his eyes filled with provocation and contempt.

Zhang Qiuling was now so angry that she was trembling.

Any girl would be furious to be called "Dong Shi" in front of others.

Moreover, Zhang Qiuling was always cherished by teachers and classmates at school, with good grades and a strong sense of self-confidence. To be humiliated in such a way for the first time, her mind went blank, and she clenched her fists, her eyes blazing with anger as she stared at the boy above.

Sigh, what a mess. Maybe they shouldn't have come to this competition.

To curse back, to be honest, Feng Yiping hadn't cursed anyone in years. Besides, arguing with a teenager was really beneath him.

If he tried to reason with him, would a young boy, infatuated and eager to show off in front of his crush, listen to reason?

But at that moment, he was the only male, and he couldn't just stand by.

So he stood up, patted Zhang Qiuling's shoulder, and said, "Calm down, there's no need to get angry. Just pretend you were bitten by a dog. If a dog bites you, would you bite it back?"

The first-year girl almost laughed but held back when she saw Zhang Qiuling's expression.

Zhang Qiuling, whose mind was a bit slow at the moment, took a while to react and forced a smile, "Right, who would argue with a dog!"

She knew there was no other way. This was on their turf. Complaining to the teachers wouldn't help, as there were no third parties present, and the teachers would naturally protect their own students. In the end, it would be a stalemate, so they could only try to get the upper hand verbally.

The three below laughed, and it was the turn of the three above to feel awkward, especially the young boy, who was now furious. The two girls, who had been smiling, also looked uncomfortable.

The boy, seeing this, became even angrier and wanted to come down. The girl in the white dress shook her head and gently held his hand, and the young boy immediately seemed to soften, huffed at them with disdain, and followed the two girls to the other side.

Perhaps still feeling annoyed, he swept his hand across the balcony, and the sunflower seeds they had left behind rained down. The three below, thinking they had left, were caught off guard, and the seeds landed on their hair and shoulders.

Under normal circumstances, it wouldn't be a big deal, but at that moment, the insult was too much for Feng Yiping to bear.

"Let's go," he said, leaving the sunflower seeds on them, and led the two to the other side of the building.

They walked quickly and arrived before the three.

The two girls in front came down holding hands, looking like they wanted to laugh but held back under Feng Yiping's angry gaze.

The boy who followed was surprised, probably not expecting them to follow, but soon a smile spread across his face.

Feng Yiping stepped forward, blocking him, and pointed to the sunflower seeds on their heads and clothes, shouting, "Apologize!"

The two girls didn't leave, still holding hands, and the girl in the white dress gave the young boy a gentle look. The boy, who had been about to stand his ground, hesitated and then mumbled, "Sorry!"

Zhang Qiuling was still unsatisfied, but the first-year girl persuaded her, and she finally stepped aside.

They were about to clean off the sunflower seeds when laughter came from behind. The three couldn't help but laugh.

Feng Yiping was annoyed but decided to let it go, thinking it was best not to argue with children.

Then, a voice in English came from behind, clear and loud, "Son of a bitch," followed by a burst of giggles.

Damn it! Feng Yiping couldn't take it anymore. Even the Bible says, "If someone strikes you on the right cheek, turn the other also," but even the Pope once said in an interview, "If you insult my mother, be prepared for my fist to meet your face."

We also say, "Three strikes and you're out." He had let it go twice, and now he was provoking him again, even insulting his parents. There was no need to be polite anymore.

Feng Yiping turned and chased after them, calling out, "Hey, classmate!"

The boy turned around, looking smug, pretending nothing had happened, "What's up?"

Feng Yiping didn't say a word, grabbed the boy's collar, and before he could react, punched him hard in the stomach. The boy, who was only tough with words, bent over in pain and fell to the ground.

"This is for my mother. I advise you, don't mistake others' good temper for weakness!"