Chapter 21: Don't say I'm bullying you.

  After the two left, surprisingly, there was no commotion in the classroom. The students all sat quietly in their seats, with most of their gazes fixed on Wang Chen and Chu Feng. Wang Chen seemed unable to bear so many people looking at him, and he subconsciously ostriched, being used to being ignored.

  Chu Feng raised his head, with a look of righteous indignation, and scribbled some words on the blackboard. He paused for a moment before turning around and saying, "Lin Yueqiao, read it out loud." As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Yueqiao stood up, glanced at the words on the blackboard, and calmly said, "Narrow road encounter."

  Ling Fei nodded; "Alright, thank you Lin classmate. Please sit down." Lin Yueqiao sat down promptly, most of the students in the class were looking at Ling Fei, seemingly trying to figure out what the four words meant, but Ling Fei didn't explain, lightly clearing his throat; "Everyone knows that some unpleasant things happened this morning, let's just pretend it never happened and forget about it."

  After finishing, Ling Fei swept a glance at the students in the class and asked, "Is that okay?" Zhang Qiao Na responded first, "Okay, teacher said to let us forget, we'll forget." Ling Fei smiled faintly and curled his lips, "En, very good. Now let's take a look at these four words 'narrow road encounter'. Wang Chen, can you explain it?"

  Wang Chen, who was originally ostriched, was named by Ling Fei and didn't dare not stand up. He nodded his head and looked at Ling Fei with a puzzled expression. Ling Fei frowned: "Explain these four words."

  Wang Chen slowly stood up, stuttering; "Narrow... narrow road... Narrow Road Encounter..." Ling Fei sighed and slammed the table; "Narrow Road Encounter, brave wins! Show us your spirit! Overthrow that son!"

  As soon as these words came out, not only was Wang Chen stunned, but Chu Feng was also stunned, and Zhang Qiaona, who had been staring at Ling Fei, was stunned. The whole class was stunned. Is this something a teacher should say?

  Ling Fei didn't care about that, one hand patted the four big words on the blackboard, and the other hand pointed at Wang Chen; "Look at what you looked like just now? In the face of provocation, I don't ask you to slap him two slaps in the face, but you should also stand up straight and give him the same treatment! Now, go to that fashionable billiard hall and beat that son! Go!"

  After finishing speaking, Ling Fei didn't even look at Wang Chen, turned his head and said lightly: "Class is over..."

  ……

  When the people in the classroom slowly left, Ling Fei was still standing on the podium, looking at the four words he wrote, and a bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He thought to himself: "Narrow road meets, didn't I also fail?" Just as he was lost in thought, Zhang Qiao Na suddenly stood behind him and said softly: "Teacher, don't be annoyed with that Wang Chen guy."

  Ling Fei turned his head to look at her, smiled slightly; "No, I was thinking of something else, what's up? Anything?" Zhang Qiana's face turned red, speaking softly; "Teacher... your injury."

  Ling Fei replied warmly, "Nothing, I'm fine now. Otherwise, I wouldn't have come back to work. Let's go, we should go take a look at Wang Chen and Bai Yu's match."

  Zhang Qiana hummed lightly, "I'm not going, I'd rather watch Wang Chen lose face." Ling Fei turned around and said seriously, "Regardless of whether he loses face or not, you need to remember that he's your classmate. Between classmates, no matter what, don't have a condescending attitude. Wang Chen is a good kid, just a bit timid, and needs some training. Remember, since you're in the same class, it's fate. What you need is a future friend, not an enemy."

  After finishing speaking, Ling Fei pulled Zhang Qiao Na and walked out of the classroom.

  ……

  Huanan Road Fashion Billiards Hall is a well-known billiards hall in the surrounding area, with a price of 40 yuan per hour, which can make some wage earners feel terrified. The space of more than 400 square meters has shallow gray patterns on the walls, matching the wall-mounted table lamps, and the dim yellow light sets off the billiard hall with a unique flavor.

  The billiard case is four rows, about twenty in total. The ball guests are concentrating on aiming at the balls on the table with their cues. The sound of the balls colliding is endless. At the bar, two women wearing white shirts and black short jackets sit, one holding a cue stick, listlessly fiddling with the tip.

  In the morning, by a table, Bai Yu sat quietly in the rest area, Gao Meng sat beside him leaning on his shoulder, like a little bird relying on people, completely different from his calm and cool demeanor in class. At this time, Bai Yu was closing his eyes to meditate, with a subtle curve at the corner of his mouth, as if he had great confidence in his bet with Wang Chen, or perhaps, he simply didn't take Wang Chen seriously.

  Just as he was resting with his eyes closed, the door of the fashion billiard hall was pushed open and a dozen or so students wearing school uniforms squeezed in. The leader was Chu Feng, followed by Wang Chen, Jiang Xingxiao, Fang Zhiyan and others. Guo Zheng, that little fatty, was squeezed to the back because of his physical shape, trying to squeeze inside but couldn't get in, looking quite comical.

  Chu Feng swept a glance over the billiard hall and spotted Bai Yu sitting inside, "Let's go." Chu Feng waved his hand indifferently.

  A dozen or so people rushed into the billiard hall, and their arrival did not bring much disturbance to the billiard hall. It was common for twenty or thirty people to come in groups to play billiards, let alone these dozen students? Some of the customers just looked up and took a glance, then didn't look at Chu Feng and his friends again.

  "We're here, so tell us how you want to play." Chu Feng looked down at Bai Yu with a group of classmates.

  "I really dislike it when people speak to me like that, but since you're going to be my younger brothers in the future, I'll let it slide this one time." Bai Yuwei slightly raised an eyebrow and glanced at Chu Feng, saying indifferently.

  Chu Feng snorted coldly and thought to himself: "You ungrateful little brat, I'll deal with you later."

  "Don't just talk big, let's get started. What do you want to play? Snooker?" Fang Zhan Yan said lightly from the side. Bai Yu slowly stood up, patted Gao Meng who was also getting up, and motioned for her to sit down. With a faint smile, he said: "Playing snooker is really too boring. How about this? We change to a more common game, also called mass billiards. Set the balls in a triangle shape, start with rock-paper-scissors, whoever wins gets to break, and then the next person plays solids, what do you think?"

  "I have no opinion. Since you want to play it this way, then so be it. Don't say we're bullying you." Chu Feng said with disdain, glancing at Wang Chen who was lowering his head behind him.

  Bai Yu snapped his fingers and smiled, "Great, let's get started then." After that, Bai Yu walked to the table, turned on the lamp hanging above the pool table, picked up the triangular cue ball rack hanging beside it, placed it on the table, and asked the waiter standing not far away, "Could you help arrange the balls?"

  The waiter nodded; "Okay, please wait." After a moment, the waiter walked over with a box of billiard balls, skillfully arranging them on the table, using a ball gauge to align them at a precise angle. He stretched out his hand to indicate that the balls were ready, then stepped back.

  Bai Yu looked at Wang Chen, who was still in the ostrich's enclosure, and at Chu Feng and others with disbelieving expressions on their faces. He smiled slightly and turned to walk towards the bar. Chu Feng saw this and didn't try to stop him; "Zhan Yan, do you think Wang Chen has a chance of winning?"

  "By looking at Bai Yu's grip on the cue, you can tell he's an old hand. This time, he must be determined to make a name for himself and have confidence in winning, otherwise he wouldn't have chosen Wang Chen, who looks very weak. Since he chose billiards, it means he has great faith in his own skills, even to the point of being arrogant. Although Wang Chen doesn't stand much chance of winning, we can try another approach - best two out of three games. If Wang Chen loses, then we'll switch players." Fang Zhan Yan said thoughtfully and quickly.

  Chu Feng listened and thought it was reasonable, so he nodded slightly, but didn't know that Gao Meng was watching them from the side with a scornful smile on his face.

  Bai Yu soon returned, with a special glove on his left hand that exposed his thumb, making it convenient for him to feel the cue stick. He stood at the other side of the billiard table and glanced at the crowd in front of him, smiling slightly as he said: "Wang Chen, you can go choose a cue stick first. This round I'll let you break first. As I said, if you pot the eight ball first, we play with the eight ball rules; if you pot the yellow ball first, we play with the yellow ball rules. I don't think you're so bad that you can't even play a simple game of billiards?"

  After finishing speaking, Bai Yu smiled with a deep sense of self-approval, seemingly looking down on Wang Chen.

  Finally, after a barrage of pulling and tugging by Chu Feng and others, as well as a linguistic offensive and psychological education, Wang Chen went to choose a cue stick, standing foolishly in front of the billiard table, at a loss for what to do. Meanwhile, Chu Feng and others sitting in the rest area couldn't help but want to kick him down and replace him.