The afterglow of the setting sun slanted through the classroom windows, tinting the entire space with a dim yellow hue. The chalk marks on the blackboard hadn't been wiped clean, and the afterimages of the mathematical formulas appeared exceptionally clear in the light.
The school bell had rung five minutes ago and most people had left the classroom, with only a few students on duty left, slowly packing their bags.
Wu Zeyu sat by the window, a slow piano piece playing in his headphones. His slender fingers were turning the pages of a worn copy of Hemingway's Short Stories, the edges of the pages yellowed, evidently from countless readings.
His eyes were focused and calm, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.
"Hello, Wu Zeyu."
A frivolous voice came from behind him, with a deliberately drawn-out tone, as if trying to attract his attention.
Wu Zeyu didn't look back, but just frowned slightly and gently turned a page of the book with his fingers.
"Tsk, why are you pretending to be so cool?" Seeing that he ignored her, the man reached out and pulled off his earphones.
"Snap!"
The headphone cable was roughly pulled off, a crack appeared in the plastic shell, and the music stopped abruptly.
Wu Zeyu's fingers paused, he slowly closed the book, and finally turned his head.
Standing before him was Zhang Lie, a well-known wealthy second-generation kid in school. He had dyed his hair flamboyantly blond, wore priceless diamond earrings, and his school uniform jacket casually draped over his shoulders, revealing a limited-edition trendy brand T-shirt underneath.
At this moment, he was looking down at Wu Zeyu with a sarcastic smile on his face.
Behind him stood three boys, all from the basketball team, with strong builds and well-defined muscles. They wore malicious smiles on their faces, and it was clear that this wasn't the first time they had troubled Wu Zeyu.
"Is there something?" Wu Zeyu's voice was calm, even a little cold, as if he was just asking an insignificant question.
Zhang Lie scoffed, put his hands in his pockets, and looked at him with his head tilted: "I heard your mother is quite pretty?"
Wu Zeyu's eyes turned cold instantly.
"What? Why are you pretending to be so noble?" Zhang Lie's smile became even more malicious, and he deliberately raised his voice. "Everyone in the school knows that your mother is a mistress. Your father got tired of playing with you and just left you and your son here, not even giving you living expenses, right?"
The few students who had not left the classroom suddenly became quiet. Some of them secretly looked over here, some lowered their heads and pretended not to hear, and some took out their mobile phones and quietly turned on the recording function.
Wu Zeyu's breathing stagnated slightly, and his fingers unconsciously clenched the edge of the book, his knuckles turning white from the force.
"Mr. Zhang, stop teasing him. If he really attacks us, we'll have to pay for his medical expenses."
A boy from the basketball team said this hypocritically, his tone full of sarcasm.
"Compensation?" Zhang Lie sneered, his eyes sweeping over Wu Zeyu with disdain. "If he dares to lay a finger on me, I'll make sure his entire family can't survive in this city."
Wu Zeyu's chest heaved violently, but soon calmed down. He slowly put the book into his bag, his movements very slow, as if he was trying hard to control his emotions.
"Is your mother particularly good at seducing men?" Zhang Lie continued to provoke, with a malicious smile, "Otherwise, how could she climb into your father's bed?"
"Snap!"
Wu Zeyu's fist hit Zhang Lie's face hard.
The punch came so suddenly that Zhang Lie didn't even have time to react. He staggered back a few steps and blood instantly gushed out of his nose, staining his lips and chin red.
The classroom was dead silent.
Everyone was stunned, including Zhang Lie himself. He reached out and touched his nose, and seeing the blood on his hands, his eyes turned from shock to rage.
"Fuck!" he roared. "How dare you hit me?"
Wu Zeyu didn't say anything, his eyes were as cold as ice.
"Kill him for me!" Zhang Lie roared.
Three boys from the basketball team rushed up immediately.
The dull sound of fists hitting cheekbones echoed in the classroom. Zhang Lie staggered back a few steps and his back hit the podium heavily.
His blond hair was scattered messily on his forehead, and his nosebleed flowed down his philtrum to his lips, and solidified into a dark red blood scab on his chin.
"Fuck..." Zhang Lie wiped his nose and looked at the blood on his palm, his pupils shrinking violently. He raised his head, his voice distorted by shock: "How dare you..."
Wu Zeyu stood there, his knuckles burning with pain. This was the first time he had actually punched someone, and his arm muscles were still shaking uncontrollably.
But what surprised him even more was that when his fist hit the opponent, the anger that had been pent up in his chest for years suddenly found an outlet.
"Young Master Zhang!" The three basketball team followers finally reacted. The strongest one, the school team center Li Hao, rushed forward first, his nearly 1.9-meter-tall frame pressing down on Wu Zeyu like a wall.
Wu Zeyu instinctively turned sideways, and Zhang Hao's fist brushed past his ear, bringing up a gust of wind.
He smelled the scent of cheap cologne mixed with sweat on the other person. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he grabbed Li Hao's wrist and pulled it down with all his weight.
"Bang!"
Li Hao lost his balance and slammed his chin against the edge of the desk, a teeth-grinding thud echoing throughout the classroom.
"Damn it!" The other two rushed over at the same time. Wang Ming grabbed Wu Zeyu's collar from the left and punched him in the temple with his right fist; Ji Cheng locked his neck from behind and tried to knock him down with a naked choke.
Wu Zeyu's vision darkened, his Adam's apple aching from being squeezed. He desperately pressed his heel against Ji Cheng's toes, only to hear a cry of pain from behind him, and the grip loosened slightly.
He took the opportunity to grab Wang Ming's wrist, lowered his head and bit it hard.
"Ah!" Wang Ming screamed and let go of his hand.
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