Chapter 138 I don’t need you to do good for me. I say it again, take care of your dog.

With a "bang", Qi Yan felt pain and let out a suppressed groan. There was pain on his pale face, but this did not make him afraid to retreat.

He continued, "If you hit me today, I'll make you the headlines tomorrow. If you're brave enough, try it."

Haha, Yang Hong was so angry that he laughed.

This was not the first time he had been threatened, but it was the most ridiculous one.

It's a joke that he was threatened by an inferior person.

"How pathetic! People like you only have such ridiculous methods."

The fist raised high in the air loosened, and Yang Hong slapped Qi Yan on the face. The force was not strong, but the sound was clear and full of humiliation.

His face was gloomy, and the fierce light in his eyes seemed to want to nail Qi Yan to the wall. "I won't hit you, you are just a slum bug. Hitting you will dirty my hands."

Qi Yan's hands hanging at his sides were clenched into fists, his round and clear eyes narrowed slightly, and the hostility in his eyes was no less than Yang Hong's.

He hated these upper-class people who flaunted their power and he hated his own innate poverty. His life was full of misery, while they lived a life of luxury and squandered money. Many times he wished the world would explode and everyone would die together.

He wanted to resist, wanted to use all his strength to break the humiliating hand on his face, crush it, and cut it into pieces.

But he couldn't. A broken skin and a drop of blood for a rich man was more serious than a poor man's death. If he dared to touch Yang Hong, he would receive a notice of expulsion from the school the next day.

Qingchong University, the dream school he had tried his best to get into, was still just a doll being manipulated.

Qi Yan's eyes became more fierce, even with a hint of resentment and ferocity.

Yang Hong noticed the unwillingness in Qi Yan's eyes, and a hidden corner of his heart finally relaxed.

For someone like him, born to stand at the top of the pyramid, just standing in front of Qi Yan was a blessing. How could a little flea from the slums actually dare to fight him? It was like an ant trying to shake a tree.

Yang Hong loosened Qi Yan's collar and even helped him straighten it out in a good mood. Then he approached him and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Qi Yan, I hope to see you with such a powerless and sad expression every day in the future."

"The poor live a life of blaming others and not striving for progress. I hope to perfectly replicate this in you."

“That’s the mask you should wear every day.”

After saying that, he sneered and returned to his seat.

Qi Yan leaned against the cold wall, Yang Hong's words echoing in his ears. He knew that he had lost his composure and made a fool of himself. He lowered his eyes slightly and slowly straightened his wrinkled collar.

By the time he had finished tidying up, the ten-minute break was over.

When he looked up again, he had gradually returned to his previous expressionless look.

In this twisted world, no one struggling at the bottom can escape the crushing power of the chaebols.

He was no different from anyone else, he was just experiencing the same petty insults and slights that everyone experiences.

No big deal, he told himself.

Qi Yan took back his book, opened it, lowered his eyes, and listened attentively.

The classroom was silent.

No matter how the professor tried to liven up the classroom atmosphere, the class was a bit dull.

It was not the first time that they faced the contradiction between the two classes, nor was it the first time that they realized the cruelty of class clashes.

They just suddenly deeply realized what Yang Hong said before, "Things feel sympathy for their own kind." If you want to accuse someone of a crime, you can always find a pretext. Today's Qi Yan is who they will be in the future. Right and wrong only depends on the words of others. It is terrible and chilling.

After finishing the four classes in the morning, Qi Yan put away his books and slowly walked to the cafeteria to eat.

Gu Nan transferred money to him this morning, so Qi Yan ordered an extra dish when he bought food.

He ordered a serving of rice and a dish of eggplant and beans for four yuan. But when he went to buy soup, he realized the only option was tomato and egg soup, and since he doesn't eat tomatoes, he hesitated for a moment before returning to the window and buying a serving of shredded cabbage for two yuan.

Six dollars for a meal was the price of three meals for him before.

Qi Yan ate very carefully today, not wasting a single grain of rice or a single drop of oil.

The aunt who collected the plates saw that he had eaten so cleanly and asked with a smile: "Are you full?"

Qi Yan didn't say anything, just nodded at her.

It feels much better to have a solid meal in your stomach than to have a stomach full of soup. Your hands and feet will feel warm after eating.

He walked out of the cafeteria, hesitated for a moment at the gate, then returned to the locker to get an easel, paper and pen, and went to the food street behind the school.

Many students from National Tsing Hua University come and go on this street every day, so the flow of people is quite good. He can sketch there for two hours before the afternoon classes, and if he is lucky, he can earn enough for several days' food.

Qi Yan squatted in the corner, observing the students coming and going, and quickly completed a painting in a few seconds.

Perhaps because he was too fresh and unconventional among the vendors selling snacks and accessories, many people stopped to ask him out of curiosity.

A sketch costs five dollars, which is neither expensive nor cheap. Some people leave after asking, while some people try boldly and get an objective and exaggerated sketch after two minutes, and then start laughing and joking with their companions.

At two o'clock, Qi Yan closed his stall and returned to school. He put his things away, took his books and went to the teaching building for class.

Sitting in the classroom, Qi Yan opened the collection record and recalculated the lunch income. He would be able to have full meals for the next week.

This bleak and boring winter will soon be over. Qi Yan squinted his eyes and looked at the withered scenery outside the window, thinking leisurely that he didn't like such a boring season. He liked spring and summer, with bright sunshine and lush branches and leaves, which made people want to work hard to survive.

"Qi Yan." A familiar voice came from beside him.

Qi Yan opened his eyes, and the laziness and leisure on his face disappeared completely in an instant.

"Even though you don't like what I'm going to say next, I still think I should remind you." Pei Xing, under pressure, whispered to Qi Yan, "Apologize to Yang Hong, otherwise you'll suffer."

Qi Yan sat up straight, turned his head, and for the first time, his cold gaze lingered on Pei Xing for a long time.

"Do you think you are particularly good and kind?"

Pei Xing blushed, "No, don't misunderstand me. Don't be so stubborn. I'm doing this for your own good."

Yang Hong is a vindictive person, and Qi Yan will definitely suffer if he provokes him. Pei Xing really just came to remind him with good intentions. A wise man never suffers a loss in front of him, so why bother?

Qi Yan remained indifferent, and even because of a mistake, his gaze seemed extremely sharp, as if it cut like a knife. "I don't need you to do good for me. If you don't understand, then I will say it again, control your dog."

He sneered and mocked, "If I died tomorrow, everyone in this classroom would know who the murderer was."