The Teachers We Fought Together in Those Years (Part 2)

  The afternoons are always warm and lazy, Dawei and Tianran both have a whole afternoon of classes, Wang Jian is too lazy to go take a look at the legendary F class, he just lies down on the sunny side of the school's back mountain with a dog tail grass in his mouth, the Prada handbag next to him emits the fragrance of food mixed with the scent of spring grass, forming a strange smell, just like the smell of cooking smoke and mud in the countryside at dusk years ago.

  The warm sunshine made people drowsy, Wang Jian emptied his mind and lazily gazed at the white clouds in the sky, humming a little tune that had wandered off-key several times, yet he was still as carefree as a rustic villager despite being in a bustling metropolis.

  Just as Wang Jian was about to fall asleep, his old phone suddenly rang loudly. He fumbled for the phone in his pocket and found it was a completely unfamiliar number. As soon as he answered, a domineering female voice came from the other end: "Where are you? I want to see you."

  "I'm sick."

  After hanging up the phone, Wang Jian turned over and continued to sleep. But he didn't sleep for a few seconds before the phone rang again, and the sharp Nokia ringtone made Wang Jian feel very annoyed.

  After answering the phone, that voice was still so arrogant and even questioned Wang Jian: "You're so bold, I'm speaking to you in a good tone, how dare you hang up on me?"

  "Are you my mom?"

  There was a pause on the phone for a second: "No."

  "Are you my wife?"

  "No."

  "That's it, I don't know you, what's wrong with you?"

  "I don't care where you are, I want to see you."

  Wang Jian was directly laughed at by the voice on the phone, and he hung up without saying a word. He then turned off his phone. However, when he tried to fall back asleep, he found that his mind had cleared up and he didn't feel sleepy at all. So, he simply got out of bed, picked up a basket of food and headed down the mountain path, planning to buy some slightly cleaner clothes to make a slightly more impressive appearance tomorrow.

  But today, Wang Jian really felt like a big poor guy. The over 900 yuan on him was not even enough for a meal at the third floor of the school cafeteria, which suddenly made Wang Jian, who was normally as tough as iron, feel embarrassed and unable to laugh or cry.

  As he walked, Wang Jian arrived at the back door of the school. The back door didn't actually have a door, it just became a door because many people climbed over it. After all, the walls in other places were two or three meters high, but this place was only one person high due to the terrain of the mountain behind, and the wall was propped up with stones. It was very easy for both men and women to climb out.

  Wang Jian carried a bag, one hand on the railing, and with a beautiful backflip, he flipped over the wall. This incredible move left the little boy next to him, who was also preparing to climb out by piling up stones, staring in amazement.

  After walking out, Wang Jian found that he didn't recognize the road anymore. The school's campus was too large, from the front gate to the back gate, it was like going to another country. The scenery was completely different, with cars and horses in the front and a strange landscape in the back. On the road, there were all kinds of small shops selling various strange trinkets, just like a street for small commodities. With internet cafes, beauty salons and other basic facilities, it was like the school's second logistics support department.

  Just as Wang Jian was marveling at the hidden wonders of the place, he suddenly noticed a girl standing by the roadside, looking around. The girl was none other than Da Wei's Nono! Her current attire was vastly different from what Wang Jian had seen earlier, and although she was only in her second year of high school, the black stockings and high heels made her look much older than her age.

  In the instant her gaze swept over here, Wang Jian flashed behind a big tree by the side of the road and dodged out of her line of sight. Afterwards, Wang Jian took out his mobile phone, hesitating whether or not to call Dawei and tell him about what he had seen.

  But after thinking for half a day, Wang Jian silently put the phone away. After all, now that nothing has happened, making such a fuss might stir up unnecessary trouble. So Wang Jian continued to observe from there.

  As expected, after a while, a shiny black BMW with a special brand logo for the rich slowly drove over from another section of the road and stopped steadily beside Nono. The door opened and a chubby man with a slicked-back haircut got out, looking very much like Kim Jong-un. He was probably only in his early twenties, and although he was dressed casually, anyone with discerning eyes could tell that he must be wearing high-end designer brands.

  "Hmm." Wang Jian shook his head: "No matter how old a woman is, she's born to be an actress."

  Nuo Nuo saw the chubby guy get out of the car, and with a sweet smile on her face, she ran up to him, like a little cat, and kissed his chin. Then the two of them walked hand in hand into the car. As the car started moving, Wang Jian finally poked his head out from behind the big tree, rubbing his chin and watching the receding taillights, with an uncertain expression.

  "Uncle, uncle, help me out."

  A sudden urgent cry brought Wang Jian back from his reverie, and when he turned around, he was shocked to find that the short fellow who had climbed over the wall with him earlier was now dangling in mid-air, his clothes caught on the wall.

  Wang Jian shook his head and smiled, pulling him down from the wall. After standing firm, the kid thanked him and looked at Wang Jian, saying: "Uncle, are you watching Li Nuo? That guy is good at pretending to be innocent."

  Wang Jian nodded and said, "Do you know her too?"

  "My classmate, how come you don't recognize me?" The little kid adjusted his school uniform: "She's just pretending."

  Wang Jian was stunned by what he said, carefully sizing up the short figure in front of him. He couldn't believe that this person was actually in the same class as the mature Nono from earlier. At first glance, he looked like a freshman or sophomore student, his voice hadn't changed much, and it still had the husky tone characteristic of boys going through puberty.

  "Why didn't you attend class this afternoon?"

  "There are only a few people in our class who attend classes, they all come here to mix and have lunch, it's almost the end of the semester, not even a head teacher is present."

  Wang Jian touched his ear and was actually made to feel a little guilty by what he said.

  Just then, several burly men with sharp clothes walked out from the small street and rushed towards the little guy. After approaching, the leader, a man with a scar on his face, touched the little guy's head: "Shorty, where is the money we agreed on yesterday?"

  The short, ugly man with a crooked smile looked harmless. He rummaged through his pocket and pulled out twenty bucks: "Big brother... this is all I have, or should I steal from my grandma? Take it if you think it's enough..."

  "Get out of here! Do you think I'm a charity?"

  He took the money and slapped it on the short guy's face, then grabbed his hair and pressed him against the wall: "You said fifty yesterday, but today you give twenty, are you itching for a fight?"

  After finishing speaking, he raised his fist and hit the short one's head, but this punch did not produce a hard object hitting the skull, instead it made a crisp flesh sound.

  "What the hell are you doing?" The leader glared at Wang Jian, who was pinching his hand, with a ferocious expression: "Let go of Dad! Otherwise, I'll beat you up together!"

  "Uncle, you can go. They're just joking with me." The little dwarf turned his head and winked at Wang Jian repeatedly: "There are a lot of them, don't bother..."

  Wang Jian smiled and handed the bag in his hand to the short man: "Take it."

  As soon as the words fell, Wang Jian slapped a palm on the face of the little guy who took the lead in action. The guy hadn't reacted yet, and suddenly felt his head buzzing, then the world turned white...

  Then, Wang Jian coughed and slapped the other side of his face with a lightning-fast movement. The young man was instantly stunned, as if he had been hit by two large iron hammers, and fell to the ground dazed. The two men behind him picked up stones and bricks from the ground and threw them at Wang Jian's head, but Wang Jian didn't even look back, lifted his foot and kicked the stones out of their hands with two swift kicks, then used the sole of his shoe to print a large mark on each of their faces.

  The whole process took no more than twenty seconds. The short guy next to him had his eyes bulging out. Others didn't know, but he knew that this scar-faced Liu was a notorious fighter of this generation, and when he fought, he wouldn't care about his own life. Yet, such a person was knocked down by just two slaps without even fighting back...

  "Damn it, Ye Wen! You call someone, you wait for me!"

  After Knife Scar Liu's calm and collected demeanor, the first task was to charge at that short guy named Ye Wen, trying to look fierce with his eyes, but it was clear that he had already been beaten by Third Master.

  "Brother Knife... Brother Knife, I really didn't call anyone... I don't know this uncle."

  Wang Jian took the bag from Ye Wen's hand, looked at the few people on the ground, cleared his throat: "I'll recognize you tomorrow, I'm your new head teacher."

  Ye Wen's face changed, and then looking at Wang Jian's expression became extremely strange, with a mixture of fear, lingering horror and worship, all mixed together, anyway it was very weird.

  But Wang Jian didn't think much of it and quickly dialed Dawei's phone.

  "Da Wei, come to the back door quickly!"

  Dawei muttered softly over the phone: "I'm having an aesthetics class now."

  "Are you coming or not? If not, I'm leaving."

  "Wait for me!"

  Less than ten minutes later, Dawei climbed out of the wall, panting, and after adjusting his clothes, he looked at the three guys who were forced to squat in the corner by Wang Jian and sing "Ode to the Motherland", suspiciously asking Wang Jian: "What's going on?"

  "All these are secondary, just now I saw your Nono got on someone's BMW."

  Dawei's face turned pale at the time, but he quickly recovered: "Impossible, Nono said her grandmother fell and even postponed tonight's appointment, and rushed away."

  Yè Wén, who was standing beside him, said weakly: "Her grandmother died when she was in her third year of junior high..."

  "How did you know?"

  "I just live next door to her..."

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