Not only did he disgust Ding Shang, but he also explained to the people of Yulin Prefecture why he was left behind, letting them know that he still had a backer behind him.
He's really smart, killing two birds with one stone.
"Why are you explaining it to me so clearly? I don't want to know..."
Ding Shang was annoyed by the unconcealed gazes of the onlookers, and was also disgusted by Yan Cheng.
Just as he was about to get angry at Yan Cheng under the instigation of his friends, Yan Cheng suddenly came over, pushed his friends aside, and stood on tiptoe to hook his neck like a good brother.
Ding Shang was forced to bend his neck - for some reason he suddenly felt better.
"Ding Shang, I heard that the day before yesterday, Director Ding found out that you ranked third from the bottom in the class and punished you to write a hundred characters. If I tell Director Ding that you were actually ranked last, not third from the bottom, will Director Ding punish you by making you write two hundred characters?"
Ding Shang's face turned green. He hadn't even finished writing half of the hundred articles. If he had to write another hundred, he would be dead.
It has to be said that Yan Cheng accurately grasped Ding Shang's weakness.
Pulling some distance, Yan Cheng patted Ding Shang's shoulder with a smile, admiring the boy's wrinkled and bitter face.
"My father and your father have a good relationship. They often meet up for drinks. I believe that even though they are thousands of miles apart, they can still communicate their feelings through letters."
"Ding Shang, you are your father's only son. Your father has high hopes for you and often tells my father that he hopes he can give you some advice."
"Of course my father agreed to this small request. He used to secretly observe your behavior and academic performance. Now that he's gone, this task falls to me."
What I meant was, you should hide away from me next time you see me, or I’ll have my dad write a letter to Tongzhi Ding to sue you.
Hehe, the feeling of competing with dad is as great as ever.
Dad, why don’t you try harder and let your good son walk around freely wherever he goes.
"Aqiu——"
Yan Guangyi, who was resting with his eyes closed in the carriage, sneezed, rubbed his nose and pulled up his clothes. Oh no, could he be catching a cold?
Thinking of the tragic experience of being stared at by his own father while writing big characters, Ding Shang got goosebumps, and his friends kept whispering in his ears that he was not good enough.
Ding Shang glanced at Yan Cheng quietly and couldn't help muttering, "What's the point of relying on your parents? A real man should rely on himself."
Yan Cheng: "Indeed, so do we have to fight?"
Thinking of Yan Cheng once punching his fourteen-year-old classmate Ding Shang in martial arts class and leaving him unable to get up: "..."
Yan Cheng asked again: "Want to fight? I have a martial arts training ground at home, let's go to my house?"
The scene of himself entering the Yan family's martial arts training ground and being beaten by Yan Cheng to the point where he was unable to scream out for help appeared automatically in his mind. Ding Shang, who had lacked exercise for many years, shook his head violently.
Yan Cheng: "Tsk."
Silence is better than words at this moment, Ding Shang... withered.
Is this contempt?
Yan Cheng must be despising him!
"Brother Ding, are you scared by what Yan Cheng said? Are you still a man? How can a man say he is afraid?"
"That's right, isn't it just writing big characters? Brother Ding, I believe you can do it."
"Brother Ding, you are a real man. How can a real man say no? Go and fight Yan Cheng and tell him that you are the boss."
It sounds easy to say, then can you help me write big characters and help me fight with Yan Cheng?
Ding Shang endured it again and again, but finally couldn't hold it back any longer, and yelled with a red face: "I was just scared, so what?"
He felt relieved after yelling it out. Ding Shang raised his chin again: "I'm just afraid that my father won't be able to do it! Aren't you afraid of your father?"
He pointed at the boy on his left, "Brother Huang, I heard that your father chased you and beat you with a stick yesterday. You were crying..."
Brother Huang covered Ding Shang's mouth with his hand, avoided looking at anyone, and chuckled a few times.
"Brother, let's talk about your business. How could you reveal my secret?"
"You were the one who said mine first..."
Ding Shang pulled away Brother Huang's hand, revealing his mouth. He looked at the young man on the right, moved his lips and was about to speak, but the man waved his hands repeatedly.
"Brother Ding, please don't blame me. I was wrong. I won't say anything."
Ding Shang then smiled with satisfaction.
Yan Cheng, who was watching the whole process, was also laughing. It was really interesting. Before he could say anything, they started fighting among themselves. The level of these teenagers was too low.
As he was laughing, he noticed a head popping out of the window on the second floor of a teahouse not far away. When his eyes met, the man smiled with a big white tooth showing.
Why is he here?
Yan Cheng paused, smiled and waved goodbye to Ding Shang: "Brother Ding, I have something else to do. I'll come and play with you next time~"
After Yan Cheng left, Ding Shang and his friends looked at each other, and no one was happy.
"Brother Ding, didn't you say you wanted to teach Yan Cheng a lesson? Why are you so weak in front of Yan Cheng? He just said a few words, and you don't dare to confront him. Brother Ding, you are too incompetent, aren't you?"
"I've said that before, but when did it work? I'm convinced that I lost to Yan Cheng."
Ding Shang stiffened his neck, very self-aware. "He's smarter than all of us combined. How can I possibly win an argument with him?"
"Brother Ding, it seems you have a very clear understanding of yourself! So, with your cowardice, Brother Ding, how do you manage to muster up the courage to cause trouble for Yan Cheng every now and then?"
Ding Shang's face was serious: "Maybe it's the dandy's pride!"
There is no more excitement to watch, so the onlookers call their friends and disperse.
Eh? What? There was another explosion in the backyard of Kang Tong's house?
Come on, come on, go and listen to the corner.
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