Chapter 28 The Fake Young Master's Dog Taming Guide (4) Dog Taming Successfully...
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Before leaving, Xie Qiuchen instructed Fu Li: Dog training is a long-term process that requires continuous effort to temper his temper and eventually obtain a good dog.
This might not mean much to a real dog, but they're talking about a person.
After enduring several hellish days at the Yan residence, Jing Qibai finally saw the start of the new school term. He ran away from the Yan residence, and having no money, he had no choice but to sleep under a bridge.
He wanted to go to school because he had known since he was very young that the only way for him to change his fate was through education. That was true back in his violent and abusive home. Even after those two people died and their inheritance was divided among relatives, Jing Qibai remained calm because his goal hadn't changed—to get into university, leave this place, and change his destiny.
However, after he arrived at the Yan family, his school registration was transferred to an international college in City C, where many children from wealthy families, including Fu Li, studied.
Jing Qibai even considered moving out on his own, but he was penniless and couldn't possibly afford the boarding fees.
After Yan He sent someone to bring him to the Yan family, he never paid any attention to him again. Even if Jing Qibai was tortured to death by the vicious young master in the Yan residence, perhaps no one would know.
As for the other relatives of the Jing family—Jing Qibai had no doubt that if he went back, he would most likely be sold to human traffickers.
He didn't want to continue tormenting his body and soul at the Yan family's house, but he couldn't think of a good solution for the time being, so he could only go to school to register first.
But what he didn't expect was that once he got to school, it would be a real hell.
He didn't have money to buy a uniform, so he was still wearing the school uniform from his previous school, which looked incredibly shabby because it was so badly damaged.
Coupled with his gloomy appearance, which was not likable to begin with, he quickly became the target of ridicule from those rich young men.
Gradually, the mockery escalated into school bullying, and the teenager's life was once again filled with ridicule and beatings.
This time, Jing Qibai did not remain indifferent and allow them to humiliate him. Instead, as if he wanted to vent all the humiliation he had suffered in recent days, he fought desperately with those rich young masters and their cronies, vowing to defend his human rights to the death.
But who is the other party? He is rich, powerful, and from a good family. After being punched by Jing Qibai, he immediately brought a group of people to surround him, determined to regain his face and make him kneel down and lick his shoes.
In the dark corridor, the boy lay on the ground, his clothes torn in several places and his body covered in wounds. Only his eyes still gleamed with a sharp and fierce light, as if they could pierce through the air and shoot through the people around him.
The dozen or so people around him also had bruises on their faces to varying degrees.
One of them, clutching his broken lip, cursed, "Damn it, is this kid a dog? We almost couldn't hold him down with so many of us. He's like a machine gun!"
A boy dressed in designer clothes with slicked-back hair walked up and kicked the boy in the stomach. Hearing the boy groan, the boy said with satisfaction, "Hey, you slob, lick my shoe sole, and I won't hold it against you for hitting me before. Next time you see us, remember to lie down and bark like a dog, woof woof! How about that?"
He teased in a nasty tone.
The people around him burst into laughter. But to Jing Qibai, each face looked like a twisted demon, someone who had come to claim his life.
He gritted his teeth and forced out a single word from between his teeth: "Get out!"
His voice was extremely weak, lacking the intimidating aura he once possessed when he could take on ten men single-handedly.
They laughed at him for a while, then the boy seemed to lose interest in continuing to tease him. He then instructed two people next to him to pry open the boy's mouth, preparing to force him to lick the soles of his shoes.
Unable to endure such humiliation, Jing Qibai struggled again, and the scene immediately became noisy once more.
It wasn't that no one saw what was happening from a distance; it's just that everyone knew the boy in charge was the son of a wealthy family, while the one being bullied had no background. Moreover, scenes like this were commonplace at this school, and nobody wanted to get involved. Even the teachers were the same.
Just then, a clear and lazy voice abruptly interrupted: "Hey, have you seen my dog?"
The boys turned around and saw a handsome young man walk down the stairs and stand in the corridor. He was wearing a clean and tidy uniform with a diamond button on his collar. His face was fresh and beautiful, and his skin was so white in the sunlight that it seemed to glow.
She walked down the stairs with a smile, shaking a collar in her hand.
"Hey, have you seen my dog?"
The boy who had just lifted his foot recognized the person in front of him as the young master of the Yan family. He immediately dropped the person on the ground, put on a fawning smile, and walked forward.
"Young Master Yan, what are you doing here?"
The international class was on the seventh floor. Yan Fuli rarely went anywhere else except to attend classes and play games in the classroom, so everyone present was a little surprised.
He said again, "I came downstairs to find my dog. I accidentally let him run away a few days ago, and it seems he came to your floor." His tone sounded somewhat distressed.
No one understood what he was talking about. Pets weren't allowed on campus, and if there really was a dog wandering around the school building, the security department would have spotted it long ago.
So the leader said, "I haven't seen it yet. What does Young Master Yan's dog look like? I'll send it to you when I see it."
Fu Li stroked the collar in her hand and said calmly, "He's... not very good-looking. And he wasn't trained properly, which is why he ran away. But he's still my dog, and it wouldn't be right if he got beaten up by someone else outside."
The other party laughed and said, "Look at what you're saying, who would dare to hit Young Master Yan's dog? That kind of beast will know how good home is after a few days outside, and he'll definitely come back."
Fu Li smiled and said, "That's true."
By this time, everyone had somewhat sensed that the situation was a bit delicate. Just then, lunch break ended and the bell rang for class, so they all took the opportunity to leave and return to their classrooms.
Soon, the corridor was empty except for the young master and the boy lying on the ground, barely alive.
Fu Li slowly walked over, the light and shadow on her body gradually being blocked by the wall and disappearing into the shadows.
When Jing Qibai raised his head, he saw the young master's arrogant and haughty face looking down at him with a hint of sarcasm on his lips.
For the past few days, Fu Li deliberately ignored the male protagonist, letting him suffer bullying and humiliation at school, until now, when she finally stepped in. Moreover, she resolved the situation for him with just a few ambiguous words.
These are some of the dog training principles that Xie Qiuchen taught him.
By feigning indifference and waiting for the right moment to close the net, he will completely submit to you.
Now is the time to close the net.
Part of what he just said was meant for Jing Qibai. Fu Li wanted him to know that being a human was worse than being his dog.
He looked down at Jing Qibai with disdain and said in an icy tone, "Do you understand now? You can't survive anywhere on your own. Those people are gone now, but they'll come looking for you again during the next break. Tomorrow, next week, next month."
"Now, I'm giving you a choice. Become my dog, so only I can boss you around, or continue being a stray dog, bullied by everyone. The choice is yours." As he spoke, a deep smile appeared on the boy's face. "Sleeping in a doghouse is more comfortable than sleeping under a bridge, isn't it?"
Jing Qibai stared intently at the collar the boy was playing with between his fingers, his eyes growing increasingly deep and cold. Perhaps he was engaged in a fierce internal struggle, or perhaps not. At the very last moment, he reached out, hooked the collar, and slowly slipped it over his head.
The significance is self-evident.
A hint of smug satisfaction flashed in Fu Li's eyes. She tentatively reached out and touched the corner of the other's eye, but Jing Qibai did not react at all, just like a dog that could be petted by its owner.
Fu Li smiled and said, "Good dog."
Since they were still at school, he didn't dare to be too conspicuous. So he had someone take Jing Qibai to the infirmary to treat his wound and clean him up. Then, back in the classroom, he used a chain with the other end attached to the collar around Jing Qibai's neck, led the now-cleaned boy, and announced, "From today onwards, this is my dog! But you must remember, he is only my dog, and no one can order him around beyond my authority!"
The Yan family is a dominant force in City C, and Yan Fuli receives the same treatment at school.
His words spread like wildfire throughout the entire school, as if they were an imperial edict.
Soon, Jing Qibai truly experienced the changes brought about by being Fu Li's dog.
In the past few days, those who had bullied him have come to the international class to apologize, their smiles obsequious and their attitudes respectful, but not to him, but to Yan Fuli.
"Young Master Yan, if you had said earlier that he was your dog, we wouldn't have bothered to discipline him. It was my fault for causing you trouble."
“Young Master Yan, your dog looks quite handsome after the haircut, though it’s a bit thin, but it’s still a good dog.”
The teenagers had already learned a bit about social etiquette from the adults, and knew who they should curry favor with. Fu Li's seat was always crowded with people until he impatiently chased them all away, finally restoring peace.
Then, he said to Jing Qibai with a smug look on his face, "How about it? Isn't it good to be my dog?"
Jing Qibai remained silent, his face gloomy as he stood there, the silver metal chain around his neck extending all the way to Fu Li's hand. Looking at this scene, he felt utterly humiliated and ridiculous.
But Yan Fuli was right. Faced with the choice between being bullied by one person or by everyone, he had no choice but to choose the former.
Furthermore, Jing Qibai was well aware that he had no other way to change his fate except through studying. At least until he got into university, he would have to rely on the Yan family's protection to survive.
If that's the case, then Yan Fuli is the biggest obstacle fate has set for him. Since he can't avoid it, he'll just have to get through it.
Fu Li didn't care about Jing Qibai's thoughts; all he wanted was for the other party to submit and obey.
After returning home, Fu Li showed him the newly bought doghouse and mercifully told him that from now on he could sleep in the living room and wouldn't have to stay outside anymore.
Then we planned to go upstairs to the game room to play video games.
The young master, holding the chain in his hand, led the boy to the stairs, pointed at the spiral staircase, and a wicked smile crept across his face.
"Climb up."
This is the first obedience test set up by Fu Li, and there will be many more such tests in the future.
Jing Qibai glanced at the vicious expression that appeared on his beautiful, rosy face, and finally slowly squatted down and lay down on the stairs.
“Good boy,” Fu Li smiled gently, “come upstairs with me, my good boy.”
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