Chapter 2: The Revenge of the Silver-Haired Man

  Ling Fei didn't wait for the students to speak, and in a few steps, he slipped out, with a suppressed smile on his face. "This group of students is really easy to fool, ah, it was worth reading the ghost story collection!" As he spoke, Ling Fei whistled and gradually disappeared into the distance. Meanwhile, Han Ruyue quietly emerged from the corner at the end of the corridor, watching Ling Fei with an icy glint in her eyes, exuding an inexplicable chill...

  Ling Fei strolled through the campus, blowing gently in the breeze, feeling the vitality of youth brought by the campus, listening to the surrounding students chatting about recent interesting things, Ling Fei couldn't help but feel that he had already grown old...

  He randomly found a tree to sit under, leaning against the big tree, watching the students coming and going. A sense of confusion appeared on Ling Fei's face. Although he had promised Mu Yong that becoming a teacher was an impulsive decision plus some special factors, at this moment he really felt confused, confused about the future of those students, confused about his own teaching path...

  Ling Fei let out a bitter laugh, lit a cigarette, and muttered to himself, "Rather than thinking so much, it's better to care more about the students." Suddenly, a football rolled to his feet, and a male student shouted, "Teacher! Help throw the ball back!"

  This shout from the teacher made Ling Fei feel extremely pleased, he slowly stood up, facing the sun, with a cigarette in his mouth, and suddenly kicked the football flying. The football cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound, and flew into the goal at an impossible angle. Ling Fei smiled slightly, elegantly flicked off the cigarette ash, looked at the stunned boy, "You don't need to thank me, consider this a gift from me, you guys continue playing..."

  As he spoke, Ling Fei tossed his long hair with a very arrogant attitude and turned to leave. The boy looked at Ling Fei's back with a sad face, "No... it wasn't, teacher. You kicked our goal..."

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  The peaceful campus would always have some unrest, especially when it was close to dismissal time. A person walked into the school gate, a young-looking boy with a cigarette in his mouth and silver hair that shone even more dazzlingly in the sunlight. He gazed at the empty playground of No. 8 High School, then fiercely threw the cigarette butt onto the plastic track and stomped on it several times, making a thudding sound. Only then did he take out his phone and make a call. "Hey, Little Tiger, I'm here. Hurry up and get someone over here! Today, I'm going to mess with that kid!"

  After finishing, the boy slammed down the phone, rubbed his forehead which was still wrapped in gauze and cursed: "Damn it! If you have the guts to hit me, you should be prepared for me to take revenge!"

  This boy was the unlucky guy that Ling Fei beat up on his first day of work. It took him three or four days to think about coming back for revenge against Ling Fei, but Ling Fei had already forgotten about him. This wasn't strange, though - after all, Ling Fei had beaten up dozens of silver-haired punks, so why would he bother remembering each and every one?

  The boy was about to light another cigarette when a security guard ran over, frowned and looked at the sleeping registration guard lying on the desk, then said to the silver-haired boy: "Comrade, are you from our school? If not, please leave. If you're looking for someone, go register first..."

  As he spoke, the security guard pointed to the gate, and the boy looked at him with disdain, shouting: "What are you? I'm here today to pick a fight!"

  The security guard's face turned slightly pale, his lips trembling, and even his legs could be seen shaking clearly. This was not because he was intimidated by the boy's arrogance, but because outside the school, there were dozens of people who got out of cars, taxis, and motorcycles, surrounding the area. The noise suddenly erupted, and the security guard stammered: "Th...this young man, sorry, you continue..."

  After finishing speaking, Bao Wei turned around and quickly left to report the incident. Meanwhile, Ling Fei was still sitting in his office, leisurely sipping tea and flipping through a fashion magazine featuring Xiao Xian. Gao Zhuang teased him with a few words, "Little Ling, you also like Xiao Xian? My daughter likes her so much that she can't help herself!"

  Ling Fei smiled slightly, "It's okay, I think she sings pretty well..." Ling Fei muttered to himself, "If the voice isn't good enough after listening for over a decade, it's really annoying..."

  Suddenly, Chen Feng burst in and shouted: "It's bad! It's chaotic outside! Dozens of people have surrounded the school, students and teachers can't get out, they're saying they want a man with long hair and a doll-like face!"

  As he spoke, Chen Feng suddenly seemed to remember something and looked at Ling Fei, "Teacher Ling! Who did you offend?"

  Ling Fei was taken aback, and hastily ran to the window. Upon looking out, he saw that it was indeed true! Outside were crowds of people, holding various types of controlled knives and baseball bats as weapons, surrounding the school gate and making it impossible to pass through. Some students who had not been dismissed early by their teachers after school were blocked at the entrance. Ling Fei cursed angrily, "Damn it!" After that, without regard for Chen Feng and Gao Zhuang beside him, he opened the window and jumped down from the second floor...

  "Ah!" Ling Fei's miserable cry came from downstairs, Chen Feng and Gao Zhuang hurriedly leaned against the window, Gao Zhuang shouted: "Ling brother! Are you okay?" Ling Fei got up from the flower bed, waved his hand, wiped off the mud on his face and the petals on his head, "I'm fine!" After finishing speaking, he didn't stop, and hurriedly ran towards the school gate, pushing away several students who were scolding, looking at the silver-haired boy standing in front, with a face full of provocation, frowned and said: "What do you want to do?"

  That boy spat out a wad of phlegm, "What the hell are you saying? You think hitting me is enough to settle this?" As he spoke, the silver-haired boy pointed at his forehead, which was wrapped in gauze...

  Ling Fei frowned, "Can't you just leave and stop disturbing other teachers and classmates? Let's go!"

  After finishing speaking, Ling Fei ignored the boy and walked directly past him to the school gate crowded with people, saying: "Make way for me, I'm going through, don't block here and affect traffic."

  The silver-haired boy sneered, shouting: "Let him out! I don't believe he can still run!" Before the words were finished, the group of thugs immediately gave way to Ling Fei. Ling Fei slowly walked out and smiled: "Thank you, thank you all." The words had not been spoken yet, when Ling Fei suddenly turned around and ran away. The crowd hadn't reacted yet, and Ling Fei had already run several hundred meters away. The silver-haired boy cursed: "What the hell are you thinking! Chase him!"

  It wasn't until then that those people remembered what they were there for. They cursed and shouted, chasing after Ling Fei's fleeing figure...

  A group of bewildered students stood in front of the school gate, at a loss for what to do.

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  They say the police are always late to the scene, when everyone has already run away, the police finally arrive in a flurry, catch a few students who didn't have time to leave and ask them this and that, but they don't get any information out of it, and the matter is just dropped.

  Looking back at Ling Fei's place, the building complex across from the eighth high school is separated by a wide avenue, about 200 meters in width. On this 200-meter-wide avenue, an astonishing chase took place. Ling Fei ran ahead, with dozens of people shouting "kill" behind him, causing chaos on the road, constant horn honking, and even some drivers who failed to brake in time kissed the rear end of the car in front...

  After running for almost half an hour, Ling Fei arrived at the gymnastics square of a park. There were not many people on the square, only a few middle-aged and elderly people who had eaten their fill and had nothing to do, holding tape recorders and waving their arms and legs.

  Ling Fei ran to the square and suddenly stopped in his tracks. The dozen or so people who had just caught up with him immediately surrounded him, panting heavily, while the middle-aged and elderly people took one look at the situation and hastily left with their tape recorders.

  Soon, dozens of people gathered together, occupying half of the square. A silver-haired boy rode a motorcycle over, jumped off and squeezed into the crowd, looking at Ling Fei's face, shouting loudly:

  "What's wrong, kiddo? Not pretending to be a big shot anymore?"

  P.S.; Explode!!