"My name is Wang Peng, a first-year high school student in Class 1. If you're not satisfied, feel free to come find me anytime," Wang Peng said calmly.

Throughout his two lifetimes, the number of people who were truly good to him could be counted on one hand, and he couldn't stand seeing these people being bullied.

The two blond-haired men were squatting on the ground, unable to get up, and passersby stopped to watch.

The skinny, blond-haired boy was in so much pain that tears streamed down his face, and he coughed while clutching his stomach.

Looking at Wang Peng's face, his designer clothes, and his designer bicycle, he gradually became intimidated.

"You just wait." He stood up, clutching his stomach, turned around, and ran away, bending over.

Fat blondie was a henchman. Seeing his boss run away, he hurriedly made his escape too.

"Wang Peng, you acted impulsively just now," Chen Qingshu said, shaking his head and sighing.

He didn't expect his student to be so fierce and ruthless, kicking the blond-haired guy to the ground with one kick.

"Teacher, thank you for your help just now," Wang Peng said with a smile.

Chen Qingshu waved his hand, "If anyone from outside the school causes you trouble, come to me immediately to resolve it."

"Okay, teacher, I'll listen to you," Wang Peng replied casually.

If the blond guy really comes knocking, he'll definitely take action.

Having been given a second chance at life, how could I possibly be afraid of a few petty thugs?

Chen Qingshu was wearing a button-down jacket, one of which had just been ripped off by the blond-haired man.

Wang Peng picked up the button and handed it to Li Fang, saying, "Give the jacket to my cousin so she can sew on the buttons."

"No need, I can do it myself..." Chen Qingshu blushed, realizing he didn't know how to do needlework.

"I'm going to buy needles and thread." Li Fang turned around and went to the convenience store across the street, bought needles and thread, and came back.

Chen Qingshu had no choice but to take off his jacket and ask Li Fang to sew on the buttons.

The excitement died down, and the onlookers gradually left.

Two students bought fried rice, and Wang Peng started working, putting on his headphones to listen to English.

After sewing the buttons back on, Chen Qingshu put on his jacket. "When you go back to evening self-study, don't forget to write your reading report."

"Okay." Wang Peng got a headache just hearing about "reading notes".

Teacher Chen turned and went back to school, and Li Fang secretly watched his back.

Standing behind Chen Qingshu just now, she felt very at ease; Old Chen's not-so-broad shoulders gave her a sense of security.

"You're interested in him? Do you want me to help you pursue him?" Wang Peng asked.

"Huh?" Li Fang was startled and hurriedly lowered her head to pack up the fried rice, her face burning.

The two students paid and left, and Wang Peng said again, "Sister Fang, I'm serious."

"No!" Li Fang hurriedly shook her head and said in a very soft voice, "I, I am not good enough for him."

“What are you saying? He’s just a high school teacher,” Wang Peng said with a chuckle. “I don’t think he’s good enough for you.”

Li Fang couldn't help but laugh out loud, "You're so sweet-talking, all you know is how to make me happy."

"No, in my heart, he really doesn't deserve you." Wang Peng said sincerely.

Li Fang felt a warmth in her heart, her vanity was satisfied, but she did not agree with her cousin's words.

The other party was a high school homeroom teacher, a cultured man from the provincial capital, with a scholarly air and a gentle demeanor.

She was just an uneducated country girl with average looks.

“He’s thirty, and you’re only eighteen, so I say he’s not good enough for you,” Wang Peng said.

Just then, another student bought fried rice, so the siblings temporarily ended the conversation.

Students began returning to school around 2 PM. Business started picking up around 5 PM.

As dusk falls, business begins to slow down.

"Young man, are you done with your work? Give me a plate of fried rice," said the old man setting up his stall across from me.

"Okay, sir, just a moment." Wang Peng immediately started frying rice for him.

The elderly man, well past sixty, made a living by solving chess puzzles and often bought fried rice from Wang Peng.

A few minutes later, Wang Peng brought over two lunchboxes, one full and the other only half full.

“There’s only this much rice left, I’ll fry it all for you, you can give me a dollar,” he said.

"Okay, okay, okay." The old man was very happy to get an extra half bowl of rice for free.

“Young man,” he grabbed Wang Peng’s trouser leg, “I’m not going to eat for nothing, let me tell you about those two thugs.”

Wang Peng became interested and moved a stool to sit next to the old man.

"Young man, do you know Zhang Chenggong, who runs a video arcade at the train station?" the old man said in a low voice.

Wang Peng frowned slightly. Li Mengjiao had said that Zhang Chenggong was the father of Zhang Qianqian from Class 18.

The old man moved his stool closer to Wang Peng.

"Those two blond guys just now, one is Zhang Chenggong's son, and the other is his nephew."

"Zhang Chenggong is petty. You need to be careful. He's a bit domineering in Ping'an County."

“A few days ago, the road bully Bei Batian was executed by the police. Zhang Chenggong was nicknamed Nan Batian.”

The local bully extorted money from watermelon farmers who came to the city to sell their watermelons. He would curse and beat them without hesitation, and was severely punished by Ping'an County.

"Good heavens." Wang Peng laughed, "Are you going to mention the Eastern Overlord and the Western Overlord, the Eastern Heretic, the Western Poison, the Southern Emperor, and the Northern Beggar, right?"

"No, but you should be more careful." The old man patted him on the shoulder.

"Thank you for reminding me, sir. Please enjoy your meal." Wang Peng got up and left.

The Zhang family may be a local tyrant in Ping'an County, but Wang Peng is not afraid.

As a reborn person, one cannot be timid or afraid of trouble; one must take life and death lightly and fight if one is not convinced.

At the same time, he has no regrets.

If my cousin is being harassed, and he acts like a coward, then I'll just buy a block of tofu and smash my head against it.

At 6:50 p.m., Wang returned to school for evening self-study.

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Classroom 1

Wang Peng's classmate Zhang Fengling came to his door and asked, "Wang Peng, is the advertisement on the blackboard real?"

"Yes, you want to order food?" Wang Peng asked.

"I'll order ten yuan's worth." She took out ten yuan. "It will be delivered to the classroom tomorrow at noon. I'll let you know about the remaining nine."

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