Stormy weather is brewing again

  Wang Ao Xuan, who was in a deep sleep, was woken up by a nightmare. In the dream, Li Jin Tao took Wan Meng Han away. At this time, Wang Ao Xuan, who was sitting anxiously, looked at Wan Meng Han sleeping soundly beside him, his expression dazed. He got up and came to the living room, where the moonlight outside cast a gloomy shadow on the window. He leaned against the windowsill, lit a cigarette, and gazed at the twinkling stars in the sky. However, the complex scenes in his mind made his heart feel uneasy. Thinking of the intense and bloody scene at Lie Shi Ting, he took a deep breath of smoke, placed his hand on his chest, and the sound of his heartbeat seemed to convey that his friends would be implicated in this matter.

  "It's impossible, it can't be, what's the point of coming to me, it has nothing to do with them," Wang Ao Xuan slapped his head, trying to wake himself up, facing this nightmare that had kept him awake all night, the cigarette in his hand was lit one after another, filling the room with smoke.

  Early in the morning, Wang Ao Xuan woke up Wan Meng Huan and brought her to school. His face was expressionless as he sent Wan Meng Huan to the classroom door and turned back into the classroom. "Wang Ao Xuan, come with me to the administration office," a stern magnetic voice sounded at the classroom door.

  Looked at the principal, turned back and looked around at his classmates, stood for a few seconds, then walked out listlessly.

  The principal patted him on the shoulder, "What were you doing yesterday afternoon?"

  "What else can I do? Eat, do homework, sleep."

  "Didn't go to the Martyrs' Shrine?"

  "What's the point of going there, it's not Qingming Festival," Wang Ao Xuan said as he walked into the guidance office.

  "What kind of rubbish students does your school teach? They're still so young, and they've already started stabbing people with knives!" A middle-aged man in his 40s shouted at the principal, his eyes fixed menacingly on Wang Ao Xuan.

  "I told you to calm down, didn't I bring the person here? You can understand the situation clearly by yourselves." The principal explained to a man in his 40s.

  "Calm down my ass! I'd like to tear this kid into pieces!" the middle-aged man gnashed his teeth and roared at the principal.

  "Come on! You try it." Wang Ao Xuan revealed an unyielding gaze as he stared at the middle-aged man,

  "Hey, you dare to talk back!" he said, raising his right hand to slap Wang Ao Xuan's face. Wang Ao Xuan took two steps back and dodged, then grabbed a stool with one hand and swung it at the middle-aged man. The principal grabbed the leg of the stool and gave him a warning look, signaling him not to act impulsively.

  "Alright! You dare to fight back, since you've resorted to violence, Principal, you saw that too, a student like this will harm many people if he stays in school. I don't believe I won't be able to deal with this young punk." The middle-aged man furiously rolled up his sleeves, clenching his fists.

  "That's enough, you want to take it outside? Can't we talk things over calmly? The matter isn't even clear yet. Look at this child's arm, it's all bandaged up. I know your kid is in the hospital now, and I can understand how you feel. But can't we discuss this peacefully? Whoever should pay compensation will pay, whoever should be punished by law will be sent to the police station. Besides, this child isn't even of legal age yet, at most they'll just spend a few months in juvenile detention. I think it's better if you all just settle this privately." The principal snatched the stool out of Wang Ao Xuan's hand and put it down, holding back the middle-aged man with one hand. "Come on, let's sit down and have a cup of tea."

  "Hmph, what mood do I have to drink tea now? If this matter isn't resolved today, I'll report it to the police immediately."

  Wang Ao Xuan heard this and turned around to secretly take out his mobile phone and sent a message to his uncle, "Report the police? Who's afraid of that?" Wang Ao Xuan shouted back.

  After a while, the middle-aged man's gaze shifted to the door, and he saw someone outside saying, "What's going on? I'm Wang Ao's uncle. What's the matter with you? He said, handing a cigarette to the principal and another to the middle-aged man, who didn't take it.

  "You're his uncle, right? You've come just in time, this thing won't cost any money, let's report it to the police,"

  "What's wrong, how much money is involved, and what kind of police report?" Yang Jingxin knew Du Ming's question, with a smile all over his face.

  "This ill-mannered nephew of yours stabbed my son six or seven times, and now he's lying in the hospital," the middle-aged man said to Yang Jing.

  "Speak plainly to me, what's uneducated? Your useless son is the one who's uneducated! He's so tall but can't even win a fight against a student half his height, it's laughable. And yet he still has the nerve to argue back!" Yang Jing sneered at the middle-aged man with disdain.

  A middle-aged man stood up angrily: "I won't withdraw these useless things with you. Either compensate me or I'll call the police."

  Yang Jing said generously: "Then how much money do you want?"

  At least 30,000

  "Alright." Yang Jing turned his head and made a hand gesture towards the door. A young man in a suit and tie walked in with a package, and Yang Jing reached into it to pull out several stacks of 100-yuan bills, which he placed on the table. After counting them clearly, he said, "Here's 30,000 yuan. I'll give you another 50,000. Once your son is discharged from the hospital, I'll have someone cut him a few more times and we'll call it even."

  The man still shouted loudly: "Our family is not short of money, either go through legal procedures, one day in jail is one day."

  The principal shook his head helplessly and looked at Li Jing who was lowering his head, saying: "I think, Director Yang, let's just forget about this matter, don't take it too seriously."

  Yang Jing slammed his palm heavily on the table, angrily saying: "I've never seen anyone dare to compete with me, and those who dare to play with me haven't been born yet. You can take this money or not, by the way, I'll tell you something for your son - in the future, don't let him wander around town aimlessly, otherwise, every time I see him, I'll chop him once. Do you want me to pay for his funeral expenses?"

  The man saw Yang Jing's expression and thought to himself that this person was not someone to be trifled with. He looked at the money on the table and suddenly fell silent. Yang Jing said to the principal, "Alright, Old Zhang, you take care of it. Ao Xuan, let's go." Yang Jing's actions were very decisive. The principal continued chatting with the man, "This matter is now settled. I have some business to attend to in the county town. You should go back to school and attend classes. If anything happens, just call me. I've already given the principal a heads up, so he won't give you a hard time." Wang Ao Xuan turned around and took a look at the man, who was crying and laughing at the same time. It happened to be time for class to end, and some classmates glanced over at the teaching office. Wang Ao Xuan arrived at the classroom...

  "How's it going? I just saw your uncle heading to the teaching office, is everything going smoothly?" Peng Hao asked, tugging on Wang Ao Xuan's clothes.

  "Ah, this small matter is nothing to my uncle, it's just a drop in the bucket. He spent tens of thousands of yuan to give us an excuse, you know what this is called? This is called charisma. But as for Li Jintao, I'm sure he won't spread this embarrassing thing around. Be quiet and let me take a nap, I didn't sleep at all last night." Wang Ao Xuan said, putting two books under the desk to support his injured hand, placing it flat on the table with the other hand curled up, and fell asleep. The class bell rang, Peng Hao shook Wang Ao Xuan, but he didn't wake up. It just so happened that it was the head teacher's class, and when she walked into the classroom...

  "Stand up, teacher is good." The teacher didn't say sit down for a long time, put down the textbook and walked off the podium through the corridor to Wang Ao Xuan's side. The eyes of all the classmates followed the class teacher's shadow to Wang Ao Xuan. The classroom was silent, and Li Ya Fang, who sat at the same table, whispered: "Wang Ao Xuan, Wang Ao Xuan, occasionally shaking his arm with her hand."

  At this time, the classmates did not hear the head teacher's reply and stood up one by one.

  "You're finally up," said a boy.

  Only Peng Hao's eyes glanced at that classmate, I'm sleepy and want to sleep for a while, you'd better not make any noise. The male classmate's discolored eyes instantly turned away. The head teacher walked up to Wang Ao Xuan, coughing, but didn't see Wang Ao Xuan get up. So he slapped Wang Ao Xuan's injured arm with one palm, causing a sharp pain. Ah, damn it! Instinctively, Wang Ao Xuan pushed his injured hand forward, touching the head teacher's two peaks for several seconds. The eyes of Wang Ao Xuan, who was suddenly staring at the head teacher and then looking at the scene in front of him, left all the classmates stunned.

  A loud slap landed on Wang Ao Xuan's face, and the class teacher's bright red cheeks had a hint of restraint. Everyone sat down, looking at Wang Ao Xuan, some classmates whispered to each other, trying to hold back their giggles, while Wang Ao Xuan endured the pain without saying a word. This injustice was hard to speak out against, as Ben Ze was a mature man who didn't fight with women. He kept watching the class teacher's back as she walked towards the podium, until she turned around and saw him. All he saw was Wang Ao Xuan covering his face, looking at the class teacher with a pitiful expression. The class teacher looked somewhat embarrassed. After class, the class teacher called Wang Ao Xuan to the corridor:

  "Sorry, I didn't mean to. Does it still hurt?" The class teacher's coquettish hand touched Wang Ao Xuan's face, instantly giving him a feeling of being pampered.

  "It doesn't hurt, I didn't mean to bump into you, hope you don't mind, if it's okay, I'll head downstairs." Wang Ao Xuan said, glancing sideways at the class monitor's prominent points. When he arrived downstairs, many admiring and worshipful eyes turned towards him, as if he was a superstar making an appearance. His several deeds had shocked the entire school and surrounding big shots, the principal and teachers didn't dare to criticize or blame him, they had to speak carefully and indirectly, but for Wang Ao Xuan, these reputations were all exchanged with his strength, brains, and the unity of his brothers, the righteousness and loyalty that was fought for. Of course, Wang Ao Xuan was a person who distinguished right from wrong, he didn't offend others if they didn't offend him, as he grew older, he became more calm, decisive, and clever. At this time, a male student slowly walked towards him.

  "Xuan Ge", I want to be with you.

  Wang Ao Xuan was suddenly stopped by a shout, sizing up the boy beside him, 1.75 meters tall, with a flat head, relatively fair skin, wearing a famous watch on his wrist, and dressed in famous brand clothes, presumably from a well-off family.

  "Tell me why you're following me." Wang Ao Xuan asked casually.

  "Because I admire you, look up to you,"

  "Haha, there are many people who admire me, at least let me hear your reasons for doing so,"

  The boy fell silent for a moment, then looked down and said, "I want to become like you, Xuan Ge in the eyes of the public."

  "Oh, you're quite bold, what makes you think you can be like me? Are you afraid of death? Do you have the guts? I reckon you just come from a pretty good family. You can't even handle playing with the underworld."

  The boy was speechless, he hated it when others said his family environment was good, always being spoiled by his parents, letting others gossip, feeling like he had no use at all. He was often bullied by the school's thugs and wanted to live out his true self. Wang Ao Xuan's words enraged him, he looked around, picked up a brick to prove his bravery, and "smacked" it onto his own head. Fresh blood gushed out, the boy endured the intense pain without making a sound, the muscles on his face twitching rhythmically. The scene before him made Wang Ao Xuan disbelieving and unimaginable.

  "Isn't it just to hang out with me? Are you stupid or something? Is there anyone like you?"

  Wang Ao Xuan searched the exit pocket for tissues and pressed them to the boy's head, shouting at the surrounding classmates: "What are you looking at? Get out of here, go, follow me."

  Wang Ao Xuan supported the boy and walked out of school towards the hospital, where a strong smell of disinfectant hit them in the face.