Chapter 10: The Radiant Ru Ru Everyone knows that Zhou Ci is always looking for trouble...
Zhou Ci was discharged from the hospital in the morning. The person who picked him up was Mr. Zhou's driver. He was taken back to the Zhou residence by the driver and had lunch with Mr. Zhou and Mrs. Zhou at the Zhou residence.
After dinner, he and Old Man Zhou went into the study on the second floor. On the table by the window in the study was a half-played Go board. It was the unfinished endgame that Zhou Ci had played with Old Man Zhou the last time he came over.
Old Master Zhou sat down on the chair and waved to Zhou Ci. Zhou Ci followed and sat down. Neither grandfather nor grandson spoke. Old Master Zhou played the black pieces and Zhou Ci played the white pieces. They started fighting on the chessboard again.
There is a century-old osmanthus tree outside the window. It is quiet in the afternoon, with mottled shadows of the tree. It is a rare and pleasant time.
The chess game ended with Mr. Zhou winning by a narrow margin. He put the chess pieces one by one into the chess box, glanced at Zhou Ci out of the corner of his eye, and said lightly, "It seems that your brain is not fried."
Zhou Ci accompanied him to clean up the chessboard. Hearing the voice, he said calmly: "Grandpa, I know myself well. This brain is the only thing worth having. Of course I will protect it well and won't let it get hurt."
Mr. Zhou laughed. He closed the chess box, leaned back in his chair, and then said, "Tell me! What's going on?"
"It's a small matter, not something you need to worry about." Zhou Ci didn't say much. If he couldn't even handle such a small matter, why would the old man treat him differently among so many people?
That was the end of Mr. Zhou's life. He had given up on his youngest son because he was a useless person. But this little grandson, a stubborn stone that had been tempered by adversity, gave him an unexpected surprise.
He had high expectations for his youngest grandson. Although he was young, he was very ruthless and courageous, as if he was willing to risk his life to try anything. With the same temperament as he had when he was young, he was very curious to see how far this kid could go in the future.
Zhou Ci calmly observed the old man's expression. Seeing that he had been folding the Buddhist beads in his hand, it was obvious that he was in a good mood. Then he said carefully: "Grandpa, there is something I want to discuss with you."
Mr. Zhou was quite easy to talk to: "What's the matter?"
Zhou Ci said: "I have also learned Muay Thai for several years, and now I want to switch to Wing Chun."
Old Master Zhou was surprised, "Didn't you tell me that Muay Thai is fast, accurate, and ruthless, with great lethality, and that I should learn Muay Thai to defeat the enemy with one move? Why do you suddenly want to learn Wing Chun?"
"I'm too narrow-minded. Muay Thai isn't the only powerful martial art in this world. I need to learn from the strengths of many other schools to improve myself." Zhou Ci had already thought of his words.
"Which Wing Chun master have you taken a fancy to?" asked Mr. Zhou.
"Master Xue from the east city." Zhou Ci already knew everything.
Mr. Zhou didn't ask any more questions, but just said, "I understand. I'll ask someone to arrange it."
Zhou Ci came out of Zhou's house and felt relieved, but when he thought about seeing his sister every week in the future, he couldn't help but feel secretly happy.
This time, it was Mr. Zhou’s special assistant who drove Zhou Ci back to school.
In the car, Special Assistant Wang looked at Zhou Ci in the back seat through the rearview mirror from time to time, as if he was looking at something.
There was no malice in his eyes, and Zhou Ci did not feel disgusted. However, after so many years of stumbling and struggling, Zhou Ci had already experienced the abilities of these cunning people around his grandfather, especially this special assistant Wang, who was the most cunning of the cunning.
Zhou Ci had already learned to discern the implications of people's words and glances. He methodically adjusted the straps of his schoolbag and asked coldly, "Assistant Wang, are you looking at me?"
Assistant Wang smiled and returned his gaze to the road ahead: "You found me."
A child without a mother has no one to love him, so he has to be smart, otherwise he won’t know how he fell.
Zhou Ci had no intention of explaining. Most of the time, if he could do something, he wouldn't say it. He didn't like to speak unless it was necessary. "What do you want to say?"
"Chairman Jay thinks highly of you," Assistant Wang said with relief. "Xiao Ci, you still have a long way to go."
Zhou Ci asked alertly, "So?"
Assistant Wang smiled at him in the rearview mirror: "Don't be so defensive with me. I won't harm you."
"Will you still help me?" Zhou Ci did not let down his guard.
"It's good that you think this way. You're doing the right thing," Assistant Wang said. "You're a smart kid. Don't trust others easily, and don't trust me either."
Zhou Ci frowned, "What exactly do you want to say? You tell me this, aren't you afraid that I will tell Grandpa?"
"You won't!" Assistant Wang said confidently, "You won't tell Jay Chou until you're sure whether this matter is beneficial to you. You don't trust anyone but yourself. That's great. Keep it up."
Zhou Ci's voice was cold and unappreciative: "I don't need you to teach me how to do things."
Assistant Wang was not angry at all. Instead, he smiled and said, "You are still young. You will need me in the future."
Zhou Ci didn't say anything else. He didn't trust Assistant Wang, but he really didn't plan to tell his grandfather about this. As Assistant Wang expected, he would choose to keep the matter in his heart until he was sure whether it would be beneficial to him.
He is just a child with limited vision and even less control over things. He takes every step carefully and arduously. He would rather do less and make fewer mistakes than take a risk and end up wasting all his efforts.
Assistant Wang followed Grandpa Zhou's instructions and sent Zhou Ci to the school gate. He then found Zhou Ci's class teacher to learn about Zhou Ci's academic performance. The class teacher praised Zhou Ci highly, saying that he was a good student and was worry-free. Assistant Wang pretended to be obedient and went back to report the situation to Grandpa Zhou.
Zhou Ci was in the hospital for a few days, but he wasn't idle. He spent his time in the ward studying textbooks. He had no one to help him, so he had to rely on himself for everything, so of course he had to work twice as hard.
He wanted to go to Huayang Middle School because his sister was there. With his current grades, if he graduated from his current school step by step, it would not be difficult for him to ask his grandfather for help and get into Huayang Middle School for junior high school.
But he wanted to catch up with his sister. His sister was three years older than him and was now in the second grade of junior high school. By the time he entered Huayang Middle School, his sister had already graduated from Huayang's junior high school and entered high school.
The best high school in City B is No. 1 High School. Since his sister had such good grades, there was no reason why she couldn't get into No. 1 High School. At that time, it didn't matter whether he went to Huayang High School or not. Even if he went, he wouldn't be able to go to the same school as his sister.
That's why he has been thinking about skipping a grade recently. He wants to skip a grade and go to Huayang High School to study with his sister. He still has to work harder.
After school in the afternoon, Zhou Ci took his mobile phone from his head teacher. He opened the call log and took a look. The phone was very quiet and no one had called him.
Zhou Ci stared at the name at the top for a long time. Finally, he couldn't help it and pressed the dial button. However, before the call rang, he hung up in a hurry and put the phone back into his pocket.
My sister must be busy, that's why she hasn't called him yet. She will definitely call back when she is done.
He has to be obedient and not disturb his sister. What if he bothers her when she is busy and she gets angry and ignores him?
Be patient!
Be patient!
My sister contacted him soon!
Zhou Ci suppressed his urge to hear his sister's voice and comforted himself that he would see her again soon at the boxing school. He walked out of the school gate with his schoolbag on his back, ready to find his senior brother in the grove uphill from the school.
Xiao Chen is in the second grade of junior high school and is the leader of the gangs in several schools in the south city. Coincidentally, his senior who is in the third grade of junior high school is the leader of the school district in the north city.
How could he just let go of the beatings and injuries he had received? These two words did not exist in Zhou Ci's dictionary. He would never let go of any grudge and would never suffer any loss. If anyone provoked him, he would pay them back double.
He really couldn't beat Xiao Chen and the others alone, but Xiao Chen had helpers and he also had senior brothers who learned Muay Thai with him.
The grove is a haven for poor students from several schools in the north city. It is a place where conflicts are resolved. People smoke, drink, fight, and all kinds of people gather here after school, just like they are holding a morning meeting.
Zhou Ci is still an elementary school student, and the aura around him is different from those poor students who just slack off all day. He doesn't smoke, drink, or participate in fights. Judging from his appearance and behavior, he is a good student from a well-off family with good academic performance. He is completely different from them.
These people originally didn't want to bring him to play, but this kid was the eldest brother's junior apprentice. They both learned boxing under the same master and had a very close relationship.
What's more, although this kid is young, his fists are very fierce. He fights like he doesn't care about his life. Everyone suspects that he doesn't know what pain is. No one has ever seen him frown when being beaten. He is very resistant to beatings. In a one-on-one fight, few people present can withstand his punch.
In the grove, Zhou Ci's senior brother Liu Mingwei was smoking. A group of people surrounded him, puffing away smoke and occasionally making a few dirty jokes.
Seeing Zhou Ci coming in with a bruised face, Liu Mingwei couldn't help but laugh, "Hey, who beat him up?"
Zhou Ci didn't waste any words on his senior brother and said directly: "Help me beat up a few people."
Liu Mingwei took a puff of his cigarette and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke that lingered in the air for a long time. He asked slowly, "Were you beaten up?"
Zhou Ci didn't say anything, just hooked the strap of his schoolbag.
He was dressed very casually, without a single luxury brand on his body, but everything was very neat and clean; his schoolbag was well-cared for, and it was obvious from the condition of the bag that he took good care of it; his facial features were stunningly delicate, and when he wasn't talking he looked very well-behaved and quiet, the kind of student that both teachers and parents would like.
He has good grades and doesn't have to worry about anything, but he is out of tune with the people here. Only those who have really come into contact with him will know the cruelty beneath his coldness and silence.
Liu Mingwei didn't ask any more questions. He stamped the cigarette on the ground and called to his brothers, "Let's go! Go to the south of the city and help my junior brother get revenge. We have to let them know that my junior brother, Liu Mingwei, is not someone who can be beaten by just anyone."
The younger brothers all shouted in agreement angrily, each of them looking like they were going to have a big fight. Zhou Ci followed them out of the grove.
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