Chapter 3: Who Says Youth Isn't Reckless

  When the two boys pushed open the door, Wen Qian was suffering from Ren Yi's oral baptism. He never thought that a boy could be so gossipy and talkative. It had just started, but this guy already knew the basic information of all the girls in the freshman class who were above average in appearance, which was breathtaking.

  So when two boys walked onto the stage with great fanfare, Wen Qian let out a timely sigh of relief and gestured to Ren Yi to focus on the focal point on stage.

  One of the thin boys holding a blackboard eraser patted the table, his face was pale yellow, but his lips were bright red and dripping with laughter. He looked around the classroom as it quieted down and smiled: "I heard that this year's third class had a talented person named Wen Ze, who is said to be very rude when speaking, dared to disrespect Ji Su, our seventh class' leader Mu Shan Shan was very angry after hearing about it, specially invited this student to meet at the small playground after school to educate him on behalf of his parents. Which one of you is Wen Ze?"

  Countless eyes turned over, Ren Yi was so frightened that he hurriedly waved his hand: "It's not me..."

  With a gentle smile, he replied slowly and calmly: "What if I don't go?"

  The tall and thin one hadn't spoken yet, when another boy with a square face and wide forehead shouted loudly: "If you don't dare to go, then from now on, whenever we see someone from Class 7, we'll all call them 'Grandpa', and walk around the path, got it?"

  Wen Qian had no interest in competing with these kids at school, and was about to mock them when Ren Yi crawled onto the table and whispered: "Don't go, Mu Shanshan has a powerful background, he's ruthless when fighting, don't go!"

  He gave Ren Yi a warm and gentle look, with a smile in his eyes, and patted him on the shoulder. He also changed his mind in an instant, since he had been reborn at this age, he naturally wanted to take on the spirit and recklessness that came with it.

  "Alright, go back and tell Mu Shan Shan, I agreed!"

  As soon as the two left, the class immediately became lively. Mu Shanshan began to boast about his past achievements, and after several rounds of transmission, everyone's gaze at Wen Qian was tinged with a few points of sympathy. Meng Ke turned back to look at Wen Qian, then looked at Ji Su, worriedly saying: "Mu Shanshan is standing up for you, oh?"

  Ji Su slammed her textbook on the desk and said irritably, "What is this meddling person coming to stir up? Something that didn't exist has become a thing now!"

  "Gu Wenyan isn't very familiar with Mu Shanshan, why don't you let him mediate..."

  Ji Su glared at Meng Ke, scolding: "What's the point of meddling in these trivial matters? Let them make a ruckus if they want to, anyway they're not good people. Besides, what business is it of mine whether Gu Wen Yuan is familiar with someone or not?"

  "Alright, alright, you're a young lady with a clear and pure heart, untainted by the worldly dust... but I think Wen Chen doesn't seem like that bad of a guy, unlike Mu Shan..."

  "Flower idiot!"

  After school, Wen Ze carefully gathered his things and slowly walked towards the small playground. A group of onlookers followed closely behind him, and Rèn Yì scratched his head, stomped his foot heavily, and chased after the crowd.

  The small playground is located in the northwest corner of the campus, with a small basketball court and ten ping-pong tables. It's one of the five major sacred places in Qingyi Middle School. Many sports that require physical contact are usually done here. Those who lose out can't even tell their teachers, or they'll be despised to death. This is also an unspoken rule.

  Mushan and seven or eight others had been waiting here early, seeing Wen Qian approaching, coldly smiled and said: "Kid, I knew you'd dare to come. Don't think that just because there are people backing you up outside, no one can back you up in school!"

  I don't know how the news got out, but a lot of people have already gathered around, including those from Class 7, Class 3, and Class 1. And surprisingly, even Lao Bu Xiu from Grade 2 has come to watch. After hearing what Mu Shan said, everyone realized that the two had a history together, and immediately a wave of whispers broke out among them.

  "Alright, I don't have time to waste on you. If you've got something to say, spit it out. One on one or a group fight, I'll take it either way. Oh, and by the way, didn't you say that only idiots engage in solo battles? Guess you're not brave enough for that either. So let's just get this over with and save some time."

  This blatant sarcasm was very effective on Mu Shan, he clenched his fists tightly and sneered: "Today I'll make you surrender willingly, we'll have a writing contest, not a fight, so no one can say we're bullying the minority. The loser will kneel down and kowtow three times."

  Physical blows are important, but what's most crucial is to humiliate him mentally - this was Gu Wen yuan's set strategy, and Mu Shan Shan was resolutely carrying it out.

  "Come on?" Hehe," Wen Cheng stretched out his hand and made a "please" gesture.

  "Don't even mention that I'm taking advantage of you, let's just use local materials and have a competition in basketball and table tennis. Let's randomly pick someone to arm-wrestle, three wins out of two, the loser will kneel down and kowtow calling 'grandfather'. Strong man, come on, arm-wrestle with him!"

  A big guy who looked like Hong Kong actor Donnie Yen walked out, his head towering at over 1.8 meters, and Wen Qing had to look up at him. Everyone saw that this guy's arms were as thick as Wen Qing's thighs, and a burst of gasps erupted from the crowd.

  Isn't this taking advantage of the situation?

  That skinny guy with bright red lips who went to the third class downstairs smiled and said: "Wen Cheng, look at your small arms and legs, it's better to admit defeat, call us grandpa and you won't lose out. Do you know how many people want to be called grandpa? We're too lazy to pay attention to them!"

  Another guy with a buzz cut who went with him immediately chimed in: "Hong Hou, you're going soft again, aren't you? I told you before, for this kind of stupid thing, we've got to step on it hard, if it doesn't obey, step on it some more, until it's obedient and willing. Just because it thinks it has a bit of backbone, it dares to stick its neck out and compete with us, not playing along is an insult to our face!"

  Originally, this tall and thin man had a waxen complexion with only his red lips standing out, earning him the nickname Red Monkey. And indeed, he truly looked the part. Before Red Monkey could respond, Mu Shan burst into loud laughter, pointing at Si Liu's small braids and saying: "Black Monkey, you're still the one who speaks straight to the point. When dealing with certain people, that's exactly how it should be done."

  His real name is Hou Qiang, he looks okay, has a sturdy build, but his skin is dark, so he's nicknamed Hei Hou (Black Monkey), paired with Hong Hou (Red Monkey) to form an interesting contrast, and is one of Mu Shan's sworn brothers.

  Hou Qiang smiled and said: "Who are we? We're just this kind of goods!"

  A few people, like a comedy duo, buried Wen Ze's dignity to nowhere, with insulting meanings in their expressions and words. The attitude was so bad that it made one's hair stand on end! The surrounding crowd seemed to have witnessed the arrogance of Mu Shan and his gang, and the new student who had just entered school dared to scold him publicly. Without a strong foundation or background, this would be impossible. So after seeing their behavior, some foolish thoughts of chivalry were immediately dispelled. Everyone looked at Wen Ze with a hint of sadness in their eyes, as if he was destined to be brutally trampled and bullied until he was left with no dignity.

  For a young man, such humiliation is almost as good as taking his life.

  Wen Qian first gave a cold glance at Hei Hou and Hong Hou, remembering their appearances. Later, there would be an opportunity to tell these two guys that even if they came out to help with trivial matters or play the role of a clown, they would still have to pay a price!

  Mu Shan took a few steps forward, bent down to Wen Qian's ear and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "That night I stepped on you like this, today it's still the same! Got it, kid?"

  Come on!

  (Second update, seeking collection and recommendation ^_^)