Disobedient

After a period of repression, Ye Jingan became even more mischievous than before. Judging from his noisy posture this time, he wanted to tear down the entire Ye family, just to wait for the ancestor to come out and teach him a lesson.

Ye Zhuoran got a headache when he saw this naughty kid. Fortunately, there were only a few days left in the vacation, so he could finally send him to school to receive an education. Although he still caused trouble at school, it was better than being at home.

Ye Jingan was very smart. He could understand the contents of elementary school textbooks at a glance, without having to listen to the teacher carefully. He didn't do his homework at school and played all day.

But no matter whether it was a major or minor exam, he almost always got first place. He was well-known for being naughty in school, with several naughty ideas a day and no end of them. Every teacher knew him and they couldn't do anything about him.

I was punished to write a self-criticism, but I refused to do it! I was punished to stand and get beaten, but I wasn’t afraid!

Please invite his parents. As soon as Ye Zhuoran comes, his attitude changes 180 degrees. He immediately admits his mistake and looks pitiful and bullied.

As soon as his father left, he straightened his back again. What else can be done?

The principal and all the teachers held a meeting to discuss how to manage Ye Jing'an. In the end, everyone unanimously decided that as long as he didn't disrupt classroom discipline or bully others, the teachers would leave him alone. Of course, even if they wanted to, they couldn't.

The first two semesters were fine. At most, I caused trouble in school, but I didn't skip classes or play truant.

But! On the first day of the third grade semester, Ye Jingan skipped class.

The teacher checked the surveillance footage and found that he had even climbed over the wall and ran out of the school to play. The teachers were all worried, thinking that if such a young child ran away, what would happen if he was abducted by human traffickers?

When the principal heard about this, he was so scared that he immediately called Ye Zhuoran, apologized repeatedly, and mobilized all the teachers who had no classes to go out and look for him.

Ye Zhuoran hung up the phone, leaving everything he was doing behind and rushing back to look for Ye Jingan. He searched for the better part of a day, searching every place the boy frequented, but couldn't find him. He could only ask the police for help and check the city's surveillance footage.

The entire police force was shocked. This trajectory was not something an ordinary child would take; it looked like a typical human trafficker's route. However, there was absolutely no suspicious person around the child.

After checking the surveillance cameras at forty or fifty locations, we found that he had run out of the city.

When Ye Jingan was finally found, he was staying next to the children's playground in a supermarket. He caught two crickets from somewhere and was eating snacks and fighting them with them, laughing so happily.

Everyone: “…”

The police chief breathed a sigh of relief. If someone had really kidnapped and sold the Ye family's young ancestor, it would have been a huge trouble. Fortunately, nothing happened to the young ancestor. The other police officers secretly sighed in their hearts. These days, finding a child is almost like catching a criminal.

"Your child has a bright future," the policemen exclaimed.

This wasn't meant to be sarcastic; in the three hours before Ye Jing'an ran to school, he'd covered over ten kilometers and explored the entire city. He had good stamina, so being an athlete wouldn't be a problem.

Later, as they took a taxi out of the city, they pulled up the driver's live recording. The eight-year-old, only in third grade, was engaging in a lively conversation with the driver, who was in his thirties. His social skills were unparalleled; he'd probably make it big in any industry with his eloquence.

Ye Zhuoran was embarrassed when he heard this and was busy apologizing to the police. He really had troubled them. Ye Jingan, who had caused a big trouble, was still as if nothing had happened. He smiled and watched his father bow his head and apologize to the police.

Normally, Ye Zhuoran was always careful and cautious, rarely making mistakes, and rarely apologizing to others. However, ever since Ye Jing'an went to school, his father had been apologizing so much every day that his lumbar spine was hurting from bending, and he was afraid that he might be developing a lumbar herniation.

But an apology is still okay. In serious cases, even he, as a parent, was scolded. Because of Ye Jingan, he was scolded a lot, saying that he, as a parent, spoiled his children.

Ye Zhuoran felt so wronged. He really didn't spoil Ye Jing'an much, but this poor kid just didn't learn his lesson no matter how much he was beaten or scolded. He was helpless.

Seeing that the unlucky kid didn't come over to apologize, Ye Zhuoran was still laughing at the joke. He walked over and slapped him in the face, cursing: "You little bastard, I'm going to beat you to death today!"

"Dad, look what that is!" Ye Jing'an jumped up and ran out while he wasn't paying attention, grinning, "Hahahahahahaha, you've been fooled!"

"Ye! Jing! An!"

Ye Jing'an walked around and ran back to get the cricket, but was finally caught by his father.

"Run again!" Ye Zhuoran said, panting.

"Put me down!" Ye Jing'an kicked wildly and was beaten all the way back to school by Ye Zhuoran. He was taken to the classroom and warned for a while.

When his classmates saw Ye Jingan being beaten and scolded, they secretly laughed at him.

"What are you laughing at? Try laughing again!" Ye Jing'an put one foot on the desk and glared at them.

As soon as these words came out, the surroundings fell silent.

None of Ye Jing'an's classmates dared to mess with him. A few of the hooligans who used to have bad tempers saw that he was cheerful every day, had good grades, lots of money, and a cabinet full of snacks under his desk. They thought he was a good-tempered rich kid, so they bullied him, hoping to extort some money and threaten him to help with his homework.

Who knew he was no good student at all, but a ruthless thug. He was vicious, explosive, and unreasonable.

Even two people working together couldn't beat him, and they were beaten black and blue. He relied on the Ye family's wealth and the ability to pay compensation to beat others to death.

However, there was also a stubborn student named Qiu Zimu who was not afraid of him. Every time he was beaten badly by him, he did not cry or get angry. Instead, he continued to laugh at him and would still dare to provoke him next time.

But Qiu Zimu is not an ordinary child. He likes to raise insects, and he can even control the little insects to drill into clothes and tickle people. Ye Jingan has suffered from this several times.

Qiu Zimu's personality was quite different from Ye Jing'an's. He was good-tempered and honest, and never lost his temper with anyone. He never caused trouble or provoked others, except for Ye Jing'an, whom he hated. Qiu Zimu studied hard and occasionally beat Ye Jing'an in exams, making him a typical good student in the eyes of his teachers.

"Hahahahahahaha...you deserve to be beaten!" Qiu Zimu laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten his back when he saw that his clothes were torn.

"Mr. Qiu, I think you're itching for trouble again!" Ye Jing'an gritted his teeth and wanted to rush over to hit him, but then he thought of the boy's thick skin and ability to withstand beatings, so he resisted the urge to hit him. He narrowed his eyes, and his mind was clattering with thoughts.

After a while, the thief came up to Qiu Zimu with a sneaky look, bowed, smiled, and pulled off his pants with force.

"Ah!" The little girls around covered their eyes and ran out, and some were scared to tears when they saw this scene.

"Oh oh! Hahahaha..." The boys around laughed and cheered.

Qiu Zimu froze in place, then slowly lowered his head, revealing his naked lower body. He immediately pulled up his pants, listening to the constant laughter around him, and then he squatted on the ground and burst into tears.

"Qiu Zimu is crying!"

"Everybody come and see, he can cry!"

This was shocking news. Qiu Zimu, who never cried no matter how hard he was beaten, actually cried! Curious students from other classes came to see him cry and laughed at him. Qiu Zimu's sobs grew louder and louder.

“Hahahahahahahaha…” Ye Jingan was very satisfied with everyone’s reaction, thinking that now no one should be dissatisfied.

He didn't laugh for long before being taken to the office again. He stood across from the teacher, shifting his legs frequently, occasionally drawing arcs on the ground with his feet. His hands would touch his ears, then rub his face, his little movements never stopping. His eyes rolled up, and his face was filled with three words: impatience.

Ye Zhuoran had just finished apologizing to the teacher for Ye Jingan skipping class, and before he'd even left, he'd already started causing trouble, acting like a street urchin. He'd either been apologizing or on his way to apologize today, and Ye Zhuoran, furious, gave him another beating.

"Jing'an's father, children cannot be educated with corporal punishment. Please calm down first." The teacher said this, but in fact he silently handed him a large steel ruler.

"!!!" Seeing the teacher's action, Ye Jingan was dumbfounded, his hair standing on end with anger. This steel ruler hit people, it hurt to the heart.

There was a pig-slaughtering scream coming from the office, and the students who were hiding outside watching the excitement felt pain when they heard the sound.

After being beaten, Ye Jingan was forced to apologize and write a self-criticism. He staggered back to the classroom and glanced in through the window. Seeing Qiu Zimu still crying, he laughed at her: "Puchi hahahahahahaha... Still crying, sissy!"

Just as he was about to enter, a senior boy stopped him and asked, "Are you Ye Jing'an?"

"Yeah, who are you? Let go!" Ye Jing'an slapped the boy's hand.

The boy grabbed him by the collar and dragged him downstairs. Ye Jing'an saw that he was heading towards the woods behind the school. He looked like he was ready to fight. Ye Jing'an didn't resist and let him pull him away. He thought to himself, I have a lot of anger and have no place to vent it, so it would be nice to take it out on him.

Three senior boys were standing in the grove, leaning against a tree, staring at him with disdain.

"Haoyu, why did you call the three of us here for this little brat?"

"He is the King Ye Shan, very reckless!"

"Oh~ That's the little gangster."

“Hahahahahahahahaha…”

Ye Jingan yelled, "You are the gangsters, let go!"

"Just beat me up, stop talking nonsense!" The boy named Haoyu kicked him to the ground.

"Who are you? Why are you hitting me?" Ye Jing'an stood up and glared at them.

"I am Qiu Zimu's cousin. You dare to make him cry. Today I will let you know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is!" He pulled Ye Jing'an's ear and said.

Ye Jingan thought there was only one person, but who knew there were several more hiding there, waiting to bully him. However, Ye Jingan was not afraid of them. He took on four people alone and fought them in a group. Even in this disadvantageous situation, he defeated one of them.

But they were from the senior class, taller than Ye Jingan, and there were more of them. In the end, Ye Jingan was defeated and fell to the ground.

"You're quite powerful, little gangster. If you do that again, I'll beat you to death!" The four men were covered in dust and dirt, not as tough as before, and looked a little embarrassed.

They dragged the injured Ye Jingan to a more remote deserted place and left. On the way back, they met the teacher looking for Ye Jingan. They pretended that they knew nothing and planned to let him lie on the ground to suffer the pain.

Ye Jingan got up, staggered a few steps, and fell to the ground again, shouting: "Ouch... My ancestor, it hurts so much..."

Grandmaster? After being beaten like this, would the Grandmaster come to save him?