"All right, I'll get off here."
The scene just now had driven Murong Yanran almost mad, and she naturally dared not let Li Haochen escort her into their department area anymore.
"Okay, I'm heading back then."
"Come pick me up after school..." Murong Yanran, already far away, floated this sentence back, walking towards the teaching building with her hands behind her back and a skip in her step.
Li Haochen felt as if he'd been struck by Cupid's arrow with ten times the voltage, dazed and confused, so much so that one might think he was having an epileptic seizure.
"Slap~"
"Who?" Suddenly slapped on the back, Li Haochen turned around angrily and shouted.
"Damn, it's you three jerks. What the hell, you almost scared me to death."
"Here~" The three simultaneously raised their middle fingers, offering the highest international courtesy, and after a look of disdain, they grinned cheekily.
"No wonder you're renting a place outside, so you're planning to keep your mistress in hiding."
"Tsk tsk tsk, Lao San, you're not broken, are you? Heh heh!" Liu Dehui circled Li Haochen, winking and leering incessantly.
"Quick, tell us, when did you hook up?"
"Get lost, this is called charm, understand?" Li Haochen's flamboyant head-rubbing only provoked the three youths who were bitterly complaining about heaven's blindness, and they subjected him to a flurry of 'claws grabbing the groin'.
"Holy crap, hurry up, this is Black-Faced God's class. If we don't go now, we'll fail." Liang Minfeng checked his watch, with less than 3 minutes to the bell, and shouted as he ran.
"Lao Si, this way, it's a shortcut."
......
"Bang~"
"Damn it, Lao Er, what the hell, why are you standing in the middle of the road, we're going to be late." Liang Minfeng caught up from behind, but unexpectedly Liu Dehui slammed on the brakes, and he couldn't stop himself, crashing into him and nearly falling face first.
"What's wrong with you guys?" Liang Minfeng scratched his head, seeing Li Haochen and the other two ahead standing motionless with grim expressions, he walked up in confusion.
"Holy crap!" Liang Minfeng's legs felt a bit weak, startled by the more than a dozen burly youths from the Taekwondo club in front of him.
"Roar~"
At this moment, a piercing roar of a sports car sounded from behind the dozen people, and the Taekwondo club members lined up in two neat rows.
Mu Shaoyang stepped out of the golden Lamborghini Aventador.
"Young Master Yang~"
Mu Shaoyang ignored the respectful shouts of the lackeys and walked towards Li Haochen with Qinglong.
Li Haochen sensed trouble and immediately said to Chen He and the other two behind him, "Brothers, you guys go back first."
"They're looking for you?"
Li Haochen nodded, "You guys go first, I'm fine."
Chen He, Liu Dehui, and Liang Minfeng took a step forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with Li Haochen, smiling wordlessly, their gazes firm.
"You guys?"
Moved by the actions of the three, Li Haochen clenched his fists, vowing inwardly, "I, Li Haochen, will surely grant you a lifetime of wealth and glory."
"You're Li Haochen?"
Mu Shaoyang curled his lips, looking at Li Haochen with utter disdain, as if he were looking at trash.
"Doesn't your lip hurt anymore?"
Mu Shaoyang looked at Li Haochen with an apparent calmness, touched his lip that had been hit yesterday, and then roared, "I want you dead! Qinglong, beat him hard, I'll take care of anything that happens..."
Before Mu Shaoyang could finish, Li Haochen delivered a fierce kick to his lower abdomen.
"Ah, cripple him for me!" Mu Shaoyang, clutching his groin, curled up on the ground like a shrimp, cold sweat pouring down his face, and grit his teeth to squeeze out the words.
"Ah, Young Master Yang, are you okay? Brothers, attack!" Qinglong helped Mu Shaoyang up and then charged forward.
"Let them go, let them go..." Seeing his dorm brothers beaten to a pulp with their eyes swollen shut, Li Haochen turned into a red-eyed bull, charging forward without fear of pain, fighting in a chaotic, self-damaging yet enemy-harming manner. Qinglong was also startled by this fearless tactic.
Look, several of his subordinates were knocked down by the red-eyed Li Haochen.
But how could Li Haochen, alone, fight against more than a dozen burly youths? Unexpectedly, before he could react, Qinglong kicked him from behind, sending him flying and crashing heavily onto the ground.
"Hmph, let's see how arrogant you can be. Brothers, go at him."
"Ah......"
Li Haochen was beaten until his head bled, his skin was torn, and he was a gruesome sight. Of course, those Taekwondo club members weren't foolish enough to hit vital areas, otherwise, Li Haochen would have gone to meet God long ago.
Seeing Li Haochen lying motionless on the ground, his face covered in blood, the thugs also felt a hint of panic and stopped. If they hadn't seen him still breathing, they would have thought he was dead.
Mu Shaoyang's face was grim, and he found a wooden stick from somewhere. "Qinglong, hold his arm down."
Qinglong saw Mu Shaoyang's demeanor and knew what he intended to do, saying somewhat fearfully, "Young Master Yang, this... this won't cause trouble?"
Mu Shaoyang gave Qinglong a cold look and roared angrily, "Am I supposed to deserve to be kicked by him? If I don't cripple him, I'm not named Mu. If you don't do it, don't follow me anymore."
"Young Master Yang, I... I'll hold him!"
"Hurry up!"
Qinglong grabbed Li Haochen's right arm, feeling a pang of reluctance. "Don't blame me, I'm forced to do this. Blame yourself for offending him."
Mu Shaoyang curled his lips, squatted down, and pinched Li Haochen's face, sneering sinisterly, "What right do you have to fight me for a woman? You low-class trash should live in the garbage heap, coming out here just to disgust people."
"Qinglong, hold it steady."
Mu Shaoyang held the wooden stick with both hands, his expression as ferocious as a demon, his eyes fixed on Li Haochen's arm, and he smashed down with all his might.
"Crack~~"
"Ah......"
A bone-chilling scream echoed, enough to make one's blood run cold.
"...Ah~ Help!" A girl who saw the horrific scene from not far away screamed in terror, quickly alerting the resident auxiliary police.
"Young Master Yang, let's go."
"Hmph, you're lucky." Mu Shaoyang threw the half-broken wooden stick on the ground.
......
Three days later......
"Mmm~~"
"Am I dead?" Li Haochen let out a weak breath. His one relatively normal eye cracked open to a seam as fine as a needle. His entire body was wrapped in bandages, and his right hand was immobilized and bandaged with a plaster cast, making him look like a mummy at first glance.
"Haochen, you're awake? That's great..." Luo Bin breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Li Haochen awake. If anything happened to Li Haochen, his livelihood as a teacher would be ruined.
"...Teacher Luo...?"
Li Haochen was so weak that even breathing was difficult. If he hadn't recognized his voice, he wouldn't have been able to identify him from the blurry image his left eye saw.
"It's good that you're okay. Rest well, the school will handle it." Luo Bin said with a bit of false comfort.
"How... how are they...?"
"They're fine, just superficial wounds. You focus on recovering!"
Li Haochen breathed a silent sigh of relief and closed his eyes, dozing off...