Chapter 7

The next morning, Ge Dongxu, carrying his suitcase, boarded the bus that shuttled between the town and the countryside.

Gejiayang Village was not far from the county town of Songyang, only about forty kilometers away. However, because it was all mountain roads and the roads were not as good as they are now, with stops along the way, it took Ge Dongxu almost an hour and a half to reach the county town of Songyang.

Ge Dongxu had come to the county town twice before with his parents. However, those trips were for specific purposes, and they left as soon as the business was done. He had never spent a night in the county town, let alone played there. This time, he was coming to study and live here, and for the next three years, he would basically spend his time here.

It was Saturday, and it was not the official day to register at Changxi County No. 1 High School. Ge Dongxu had come two days early because he needed to find a place to rent before school started.

Carrying his suitcase, he stood at the bus station and roughly felt the energy of the county town, then walked in the direction of the sun.

The east belongs to wood. Looking from the bus station, there was a small hill in that direction, covered with lush trees. The air nearby should be relatively fresh, and there would be more wood spirit energy, making it a relatively suitable place for him to practice. Of course, it couldn't compare to Baiyun Mountain.

Carrying his suitcase, he walked east along the street.

At that time, the streets were not as wide as they are now, and most of the buildings on both sides were only four or five stories tall. It was rare to see high-rise buildings. Cars were still rare, and most of the traffic on the streets consisted of people and bicycles. It was rare to see a few cars, so the traffic conditions were good.

However, all of this was relative. After walking for a short while, Ge Dongxu saw a young woman being blocked by a Honda motorcycle.

The woman had a ponytail, wearing a white casual T-shirt that accentuated her well-endowed chest, and a pair of tight, high-waisted jeans that hugged her firm and round buttocks, revealing her long, smooth, and white legs. She was about 1.65 meters tall. Her figure alone was enough to attract a lot of attention, and with her oval face, which was pure and innocent but had a hint of natural charm, it was hard not to attract admirers.

"Xinyu, isn't this bike cool? Get on, I'll take you for a ride," the man on the motorcycle said to Dong Xinyu with a smug look, his eyes frequently glancing at her chest and her long, white legs.

In the 1990s, motorcycles were still a means of showing off for wealthy young people. This was evident from the envious looks of many young people on the street. Some girls even looked at Dong Xinyu with envy, as if they wished they were the ones in the spotlight.

"Thank you, but I don't need it," Dong Xinyu said with a slight frown and walked away.

However, she hadn't taken a few steps when the man caught up and grabbed her arm from behind.

"Hey, Chen Zihao, what are you doing?" Dong Xinyu, surprised by Chen Zihao's sudden grab, became anxious, struggling to shake off his hand.

"Dong Xinyu, don't think you're so great just because you have a pretty face. I, Chen Zihao, can get any girl I want. Today, even if you don't want to go for a ride with me, you still have to accompany me," Chen Zihao said, holding onto Dong Xinyu's hand and looking domineering.

"Chen Zihao, let go of me!" Dong Xinyu shouted.

Chen Zihao ignored her, raised his eyebrows, and scanned the surroundings fiercely, saying, "What are you looking at? Haven't you seen a couple arguing before?"

Seeing Chen Zihao's aggressive behavior and the motorcycle, and understanding from their conversation that they knew each other, the onlookers didn't dare to intervene.

"Chen Zihao, you scoundrel, who said we're a couple?" Dong Xinyu, unable to break free, raised her other hand to hit Chen Zihao. Chen Zihao grabbed her other hand and laughed, "Beating is love, scolding is affection. If you're hitting me, aren't we a couple?"

Seeing Chen Zihao holding her hands and teasing her, Dong Xinyu was so angry and anxious that tears welled up in her eyes.

"Hey, mister, isn't it too shameless to bully a girl in broad daylight?" Just as Dong Xinyu's tears were welling up, a simple-looking teenager, clearly from the countryside, carrying a bag, walked up, patted Chen Zihao on the shoulder, and asked with a smile, showing a row of white, neat teeth.

This teenager was none other than Ge Dongxu, who had come to the county town to attend high school.

"Damn, you, a country bumpkin who hasn't even grown hair, dare to meddle in my business? Are you tired of living? Get lost!" Chen Zihao, seeing a clearly rural teenager interfering, was so angry that he let go of one of Dong Xinyu's hands and raised his hand to slap him.

As Chen Zihao's hand was about to slap him, it was caught by Ge Dongxu with a "slap!" Chen Zihao immediately felt as if his wrist was clamped by a cold iron vise, and he started to cry out in pain.

"Kid, let go, you're killing me!" Chen Zihao shouted, letting go of Dong Xinyu's other hand and swinging his fist at Ge Dongxu.

However, before his fist reached halfway, his wrist was caught again by Ge Dongxu.

"Who's your 'laozi' (old man)? Try saying it again," Ge Dongxu, who was annoyed by people calling themselves 'laozi' in front of him, his face turned cold, and he increased the pressure on his hand.

"I won't, I won't, let go!" Chen Zihao, feeling pain in both hands, finally dared not be arrogant and quickly said.

Ge Dongxu, not wanting to cause trouble, let go when Chen Zihao begged for mercy.

"Damn!" Seeing Ge Dongxu let go, Chen Zihao immediately regained his arrogance, got off the motorcycle, and kicked Ge Dongxu.

"Be careful! Chen Zihao, what are you doing?" Dong Xinyu, seeing Chen Zihao kick Ge Dongxu, shouted in shock and anger.

However, before Dong Xinyu's words were even finished,

"Bang!" Ge Dongxu had already kicked Chen Zihao in the stomach. Chen Zihao's stomach suddenly ached, and he fell forward, landing on his face.

Dong Xinyu's almond eyes widened, and she covered her cherry lips with her hand, looking at the fallen Chen Zihao in disbelief.

Some people who had been watching also felt surprised.

Regardless of their size or age, Chen Zihao was larger, but he ended up being kicked down.

"Good kick!" Soon, someone cheered.

Although these people didn't dare to help because Chen Zihao was riding a motorcycle, tall, and arrogant, they didn't mind cheering for someone who was teaching him a lesson.

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