Chapter 41: Fight!

Thinking about being tackled in front of all the classmates and the instructor, and then being punched left and right, Tong Shangwu felt like he wanted to die.

He gripped Lu Yifei's hand tightly and said with hatred, "I won't let him off. I absolutely won't let him off."

"I know. I know." Lu Yifei patted Tong Shangwu's shoulder repeatedly, signaling him to calm down. "I know you've been wronged. We are old friends, and if he hits you, it's as if he hits me. I won't let him off either. But we must stay calm. We must be calm."

"I know." Tong Shangwu nodded. "Yifei, you're smarter than me. Leave the revenge to you."

"Don't worry. I won't let you down." Lu Yifei said through gritted teeth. "We don't necessarily have to win with our fists."

He pointed to his head and said, "Victory here is the ultimate victory."

Tong Shangwu tried to smile in agreement, but before his mouth could even open, his nose twitched in pain.

"Tang Zhong, you bastard." He cursed and punched the iron bed beneath him.

"What are you doing? What are you doing?" Xiao Xueming, who had just finished a cigarette outside, came in and heard a loud 'clang.' "Do you want to tear down the house? If you're better, why don't you get out of here? What are you still doing here?"

"We're leaving, we're leaving." Lu Yifei helped Tong Shangwu up and said with a smile.

Just then, Huang Wenyu returned from making a phone call, and the three of them quickly left the old man's jurisdiction.

Since Tang Zhong was a new student of the Dean of the Psychology Department, Jiao Yuheng, he received extra attention.

When Tang Zhong's 'glorious deeds' were reported to Jiao Yuheng again, he had to take time to talk to Tang Zhong.

He had only been here for a few days and had already been in several fights. Was this the kind of elite student he wanted to cultivate?

Moreover, Jiao Yuheng secretly planned that with his age, he no longer had the energy to take on more students. In the future, he wouldn't take any more disciples.

In other words, Tang Zhong might be his last disciple.

Fathers dote on their youngest sons. Jiao Yuheng had special expectations for Tang Zhong.

Therefore, after the noon military training ended, Li Qiang, who had been waiting by the basketball court, walked over and said to Tang Zhong, "Tang Zhong, Dean Jiao wants you to go to his office."

"Okay." Tang Zhong agreed. Then he asked with a smile, "Teacher Li, did the Dean say what it's about?"

"No." Li Qiang shook his head, thinking, you are Dean Jiao's student, so he wouldn't tell me. If it weren't for your sake, why would Dean Jiao call me, the student counselor?

After a pause, he added, "Tang Zhong, I heard about what happened last night. Although it was a sparring match, it should have been stopped at a point. Also, don't fight anymore. It's not good for you, and it's not good for Dean Jiao either."

"I understand." Tang Zhong said gratefully. When someone other than your parents is willing to lecture you on these big principles, it shows they truly care about you.

Li Qiang smiled and said, "Go. Don't keep Dean Jiao waiting."

"Okay. I'll go now." Tang Zhong said.

Knocking lightly on the door of the Dean's office, Tang Zhong said, "Knock, knock."

"Come in." Dean Jiao Yuheng's voice came from inside.

To be honest, Tang Zhong had a good impression of this little old man.

At the first meeting, he was attracted by his straightforward and no-nonsense style. He walked very fast, giving off a brisk and energetic vibe, leaving a group of people far behind.

Moreover, sometimes his words were harsh, but if you listened carefully, you would find them very reasonable and influential to your life.

In many ways, he was quite similar to the boss.

Tang Zhong pushed open the office door, stood at the entrance, and said humbly with a smile, "Dean, you wanted to see me."

"Um." Jiao Yuheng put down his pen, left his desk, and walked to the small meeting room, saying, "Tang Zhong, come and sit."

"Okay." Tang Zhong walked over.

Seeing Jiao Yuheng about to make tea, Tang Zhong quickly took over, saying, "Dean, let me do it. A disciple should serve his teacher."

Jiao Yuheng let go and said, "I thought you had forgotten that I am your teacher."

"How could I?" Tang Zhong quickly denied. "Being a student of Dean Jiao is an honor. I am very grateful for the opportunity you have given me."

Jiao Yuheng sneered, "I remember you once said it didn't matter whether you were my student or not, as your ideal was to go back and be a prison warden."

Tang Zhong didn't deny it, saying, "I did say that. Even now, my ideal is still to be a prison warden. But that's my personal goal. Your recognition and selfless help will always be remembered by me, no matter where I am."

This was indeed Tang Zhong's true feelings.

There must be a connoisseur before there can be a thousand-mile horse.

Jiao Yuheng's recognition of Tang Zhong was something Tang Zhong could be proud of.

Otherwise, how could there be the saying, 'If you treat me as a national treasure, I will repay you as a national treasure'?

"Very good." Jiao Yuheng nodded. "Tang Zhong, I know you are filial and have a conscience."

He stared at Tang Zhong sharply, suddenly raising his voice and asking seriously, "So, tell me, what do you want?"

What do you want?

What do you want to get from university?

This question wasn't hard to answer.

"To learn knowledge and to learn how to be a person." Tang Zhong said.

Slap.

Jiao Yuheng slapped the marble coffee table and said angrily, "Learning knowledge and learning how to be a person. Tang Zhong, if you don't know anything, I can teach you. In the past, I had such a student. I taught him for four years, and he became successful. If you know about psychology, you should know the name Wang Qikui. But you understand everything, so I want to ask you, why do you still do this?"

"Is the Dean talking about the fights at school?" Tang Zhong smiled bitterly.

"Besides fighting, what else have you done to make me proud?" Jiao Yuheng countered.

"..."

"How about it? You don't even want to explain to me? Is this how you treat the teacher you say you will always remember?"

"No." Tang Zhong shook his head. "But being scolded by the Dean, I feel deeply ashamed."

"Feeling ashamed shows that you still have a chance. Tell me, why do you always fight with people?"

The water boiled. Tang Zhong skillfully washed the cups and the tea.

Seeing Jiao Yuheng's puzzled look, Tang Zhong smiled and said, "The boss, my father, likes tea. I like it too. He's lazy, so he taught me to make tea. Over time, I became proficient."

Jiao Yuheng could sense the young man's deep affection for his father, thinking that his father must be very proud of his son.

While making tea, Tang Zhong said, "The reason for the fight with the school basketball team is known to the Dean. It was also the Dean's help that stopped Teacher Zhang from pursuing responsibility for my roommate. My roommate was injured because he was framed by the school basketball team. They were many and strong..."

"Many and strong, yet you threw them into the ink pond one by one? Are you indirectly praising yourself?" Jiao Yuheng said unhappily.

"No, no." Tang Zhong defended awkwardly. "I just mean that if it's not necessary, we don't want to have conflicts with them. When we finished the military training and returned to the dormitory, they intercepted us again. I couldn't hold back and fought with them."

"What about last night? Why did you beat a student who wanted to spar with you until he spat blood?"

"He didn't spit blood. Absolutely not. The rumors are exaggerated." Tang Zhong denied. "I just accidentally hit his nose. The nose is a fragile part of the body, so it bled a little. Today, I saw that student, and he still attended the military training. It shows he's fine. I also apologized to him."

"So, you were forced into all of this? We all misunderstood you?" Jiao Yuheng accepted Tang Zhong's explanation in his heart but didn't show it on his face. He knew this young man was a wild horse that was hard to tame. If he showed a little kindness, who knew what he might do next?

"It's okay. It's better to clear things up." Tang Zhong said.

Although he didn't directly say, "Yes, you did misunderstand me," his words indirectly showed his attitude: I am not wrong. I was wronged.

"Tang Zhong, do you know how bad the impact of your actions is?" Jiao Yuheng said. "You are my student. When something happens to you, a group of people come to me to report. Do you think it makes me look good? I've never been so embarrassed in my life."

Tang Zhong stood up and bowed deeply to Jiao Yuheng.

"I know I've caused trouble for the teacher." Tang Zhong apologized sincerely.

Jiao Yuheng waved his hand and said, "I didn't call you here to blame you. Tang Zhong, our teacher-student relationship is a bond. Although I am a psychology researcher, I do believe in fate. I value our teacher-student relationship. So, please value it too."

"I will." Tang Zhong said solemnly.

"Good." Jiao Yuheng finally showed a hint of a smile. He picked up the tea Tang Zhong had made and took a small sip, saying, "Since you came to Nanjing University to learn knowledge and to learn how to be a person, follow your heart. I know your ideal after graduation is to be a prison warden, but this is Nanjing University, not a practice ground for you to intern early."

"I have one question. If something like this happens again, will you still fight?"

"Fight." Tang Zhong answered straightforwardly.

Puff.

The scalding tea went down his throat, making Jiao Yuheng jump up from the sofa.