Chapter 1: The Ringing Name

  If one day, a sudden burst of dog shit peach blossoms hit your head, how would you feel?

  The result should be like the male lead in a novel, handsome and charming, shaking his hair, and all the beauties would smile and accept him.

  Such a dog shit peach blossom luck happened to be encountered by Pang Guang, not only was the dog shit peach blossom luck smooth, but also very absurd, taking a photo with his mobile phone, he would even meet a beauty falling from the wall.

  Two years later, when he returned to this place again, Pang Guang felt a sour nose and took out his mobile phone from his pocket to take a photo.

  As the mobile phone lens moved, the beautiful scenery of the park was all in sight. He twisted his body and took a burst of shots. Just when he had taken 360 degrees, his body suddenly stiffened, and his eyeballs almost popped out.

  On the phone screen, a ancient-style wall appeared, with a brick falling from the wall and rolling onto the grass.

  Suddenly, a brick fell from the wall above, which wasn't a frightening thing in itself. What surprised Pang Guang was that there was still a girl standing on the wall above, wearing a white dress. Her face was covered by her hair, and he couldn't see her features clearly.

  "Whoa, now Kayako isn't crawling out of the TV, she's climbing walls?" Pang Guang took two steps back, feeling a chill run down his spine.

  "Get out of here, you beast! Give me some time." The "Virgin" on the wall suddenly spoke up.

  "What's with 'beast'?" Pang Guang was taken aback, but didn't stop in his tracks. Having been called that for over a decade, now there's another nickname "beast", what's going on?

  Before he could finish speaking, a girl's body suddenly fell from the top of the wall.

  "Tai Shang Lao Jun hastily executes the law, auspicious and exempt... Protecting that female ghost is best to land softly first, sesame opens the door, rice bean tofu..." Pang Guang looked at everything in front of him with horror, wanting to hide, but the girl's falling speed was too fast. By the time he reacted, it was already too late, his entire head was covered by the girl's skirt.

  Taking advantage of his weak eyesight, Pang Guang gulped and swallowed a mouthful of saliva, thinking to himself, "What a thrill!" The teacher said that in books there are beauties like Yan Ruyi and golden houses. He had spent his whole life reading "Dream of the Red Chamber" and unexpectedly really encountered a Lin Daiyu who fell from the sky, only... this Lin Daiyu was somewhat unconventional, not falling down from the sky but heavily smashing down from the top of the wall onto your head, without even saying hello, it's simply too overbearing.

  Two days ago, in a private secondary school in the suburbs of Dongcheng District.

  "Pang Guang, rise!"

  Pang Guang, who was dozing off, slowly lifted his head, rubbing his sleepy eyes and looking at the English teacher in a daze.

  "Pan Guang, you were sleeping while I was teaching English, now that the teacher is teaching Chinese, can't you understand? I'm telling you to stand up!" The plump English teacher, a newly graduated young woman, was bright red in the face, shaking her chubby cheeks and shouting loudly: "If you want to sleep, just sleep! It's not a big deal if you don't disturb others. But what's despicable is that you're even snoring!"

  "Get up and get up, what's the big deal." Pang Guang grumbled as he stood up, lowering his head to ask his deskmate in a low voice: "Did I snore just now?"

  He shrugged and didn't answer, his face as dark as the bottom of a pot, those two accusing glances made one's heart chill.

  Pang Guang jumped up violently and stretched out his hand to knock on the top of his classmate's head: "Little turtle egg, are you going to speak or not?"

  "Pang Guang, the teacher is talking to you, what's your attitude?" The English teacher was furious, her whole body shaking with rage. After calming down, she coldly sneered at Pang Guang and said: "Pang Guang, as expected, a name that matches his character. In my class, no one has ever dared to speak to me with this attitude. Get out of here immediately!"

  "What? You dare to call me that?" Pang Guang was taken aback, his face flushing bright red. It had been a long time since anyone dared to address him in such a manner, ever since he got used to wielding power with his fists. He slowly raised his head, clenched his fists tightly, and walked towards the podium with an icy gaze.

  "You... what do you want to do? Do you want to hit the teacher?" The English teacher looked at Pang Guang, shrinking back in fear, continuously retreating backwards, her face pale, her lips trembling non-stop. Behind her was a large blackboard, and after taking only two steps back, she couldn't retreat any further, so she leaned against the blackboard, looking at Pang Guang with a distorted face: "I know your dad is the director of the Public Security Bureau, but you shouldn't be too arrogant, his power doesn't reach that far. You should know, this school was built with my uncle's money, believe it or not, I just need to say one word and you'll be kicked out immediately?"

  With a loud crash, Pang Guang's tightly clenched fist slammed onto the podium, and his index finger on the other hand pointed at the English teacher's nose, almost face to face with her, squeezing out a sentence from the corner of his mouth: "I warn you, don't mention my dad when speaking, and stick your tongue straight out before talking, my name is Pang Guang, not **."

  The teacher's face was shocked, with an overreacted expression, and after a few seconds, she suddenly burst into tears and rushed out of the classroom, covering her face.

  The winter in Dongcheng District seems to have arrived earlier than elsewhere. Although the Mid-Autumn Festival has not yet come, the cold wind has already made people involuntarily take out thick winter clothes from the bottom of their trunks. Director Pang stood at the large office window and looked outside, feeling anxious in his heart, his right hand occasionally touching the phone in his breast pocket, afraid that it would suddenly ring.

  His son, Bao Bei Er, has just transferred to Bai Shui Middle School in Beicheng.

  When he personally sent his son to the school gate, he repeatedly told him that this time he must be obedient and sensible. In order for him to have books to read, his father spent a lot of effort.

  "Wife, wife, I love you, Amitabha bless you..." Just as Director Pang was getting anxious, the phone in his chest pocket rang with the ringtone his wife had specially set for him.

  "Excuse me, are you Pang Guang's father?" A thick and aged voice was speaking from the other end of the phone after it was answered.

  "Uh-huh, I am." Director Pang weakly looked at the caller ID on his phone and weakly replied.

  What he was most worried about had happened, and the name displayed on the phone was indeed Baishui Middle School, a private school that his son had just transferred to.

  Director Pang felt like he was about to collapse after listening to the principal's description, and couldn't understand why his son, who had grown up following rules and conventions, would turn out to be such a troublemaker.

  In the entire county, not only has the name Pang Guang been put on the blacklist in public schools, but also, it seems that there is a tacit understanding between schools that all males with the surname Pang must undergo three moral intelligence tests to obtain their degree. At the same time, a standardized admission threshold was established: 1. For male students surnamed Pang who transfer from other places, they must provide a certificate of no criminal record and be given a three-month observation period; 2. Male students with the surname Pang who pass the assessment are not allowed to leave early or late, fight, or make unnecessary advances towards female classmates within three months.

  The rule of private schools is slightly simpler, with only one: all borrowed students with the surname Pang cannot have a discount on sponsorship fees.

  "Uh... Principal, actually Pang Guang is still a kind person by nature. Can't we give him another chance? We'll make sure to educate him well afterwards." Director Pang pleaded cautiously.

  At this time, Pang Da Hu's heart was clear that less than a year ago, his beloved son Pang Guang had visited all the middle schools in their hometown, setting an unprecedented record among all middle school students. If he were to be expelled again, there would be no place for him in the entire county.

  He was born at a time when his career was at its lowest point, and he still hoped that he would make a big splash in the future. Now, it's actually gotten to the point where he can't even finish high school. What is going on here?

  "Mr. Pang, you should also understand my difficulties. Our school is private, and Fangfang teacher, whom Gong has offended, is the niece of the school's board director. This involves rice bowl issues, I really can't help you." Principal Baihang said disdainfully before hanging up the phone.

  Director Pang stared at his phone screen, furrowed his brow and thought for a long time, feeling that his mind was very confused and unclear.

  Just then, a fellow soldier and friend Duan Yuguang called, Director Pang was annoyed in his heart, thinking of finding someone to talk to, so he accepted the invitation to attend a seafood restaurant gathering. After three rounds of drinks and reminiscing, Director Pang expressed his worries, Duan Yuguang patted his chest and said he would help get Director Pang's son into Dongcheng Middle School in the provincial capital. Director Pang smiled and didn't take it seriously.

  After finishing the gathering with old classmates, Director Pang drove back to his house in the suburbs. Just a few minutes after entering the door, he received a call from an old classmate. Duan Yuguang told Director Pang that everything had been arranged and that Pang Guang would be able to enroll in Dongcheng Middle School in early November. Director Pang was deeply moved upon hearing this, never expecting that his casual complaints would be taken to heart by his old classmate, who had promptly taken care of the matter.

  Just then, there was a rustling sound from under the desk.

  "Get out, you little stinker!" Director Pang knew it was Pang Guang. Every time he made a mistake, he would either hide in the wardrobe or under the desk, and this hadn't changed in years. After chatting with Duan Cheng for a few sentences, Director Pang hung up the phone, determined to have a good talk with Pang Guang this time.

  After a while, seeing no movement from the desk side, Director Pang shouted again: "Pang Guang, what kind of man hides under the table?"

  "It's no fun, and you've found me again." Pang Guang pouted and crawled out from under the desk with a rattan stick in his hand: "I've already prepared the rattan stick. If you want to hit me, hit my butt, don't hit my face or I'll be disfigured. You won't get any benefits if I become an ugly old man without grandchildren to play with you when I'm old."

  "What a terrible old man, you're forty-one and still a flower, I'm not even forty yet, still a bud, and it'll take thirty more years to be like you." Director Pang was so angry at Pang Guang that he couldn't help but cry with laughter: "Fine, bring the rattan stick over here."

  "No." Pang Guang didn't expect his old man to be so serious this time, and he quickly put the rattan stick behind his back, looking innocent at Director Peng: "Dad, how about you just scold me severely this time? I really didn't mean to cause trouble, I just wanted to defend your honor, who made that dead Three Eight keep calling me nicknames, insulting the name you gave me with great effort."

  "You're a stinker, but you can't be so rude to the teacher in front of so many classmates." Director Pang was speechless.

  Pang Guang's name means Director Pang, and Director Pang's real name is Pang Da Hu. For five generations, the family has followed a tradition where the first name must be "Pang" plus a generation name plus a single character, so all names are three characters long. However, this rule was broken when it came to Pang Guang.

  When Pang Guang's mother gave birth to him, Director Pang was handling a big case outside and when it was time for household registration, the defendant's lawyer bribed him, causing inner turmoil.

  "Light, integrity and honesty." Pong Da Hu spoke into the phone as if instructing his subordinates to capture a heinous criminal: "The name of our baby is Pong Guang, I hope that every son of the Pong family will be upright and honest."