Chapter 244 Bullying Him (3)
"Give me back my steamed bun."
He Donglai's tone was quite calm when he said this.
He didn't even frown, but just stared at the people around him with extremely indifferent eyes.
These people made fun of He Dong because they wanted to see him trembling and acting submissive; or to see him angry and mad, but unable to resist, and finally having to struggle to survive.
Because only in this way can they satisfy the sense of glory that they have always had since childhood.
After all, everyone else around them was in such a fearful attitude.
They have become so accustomed to it that they think this is their innate superiority and are not aware of their own mistakes at all.
But the appearance of He Donglai is an outlier.
He was not afraid to give in, nor was he angry and unwilling to give in.
Whether they mocked him for being poor or hurt him with words, He Donglai's reaction was always - he didn't care.
His deep black eyes are always calm.
This kind of cold-eyed and indifferent attitude seems to be a contempt and ridicule towards them.
It's as if what they did was just ridiculous and clumsy.
So that these people are becoming more and more unwilling!
Since He Donglai is so proud, let's take a look at his pride.
Is it that He Donglai is stubborn, or that they are just tough?
"Hahahaha... did you hear that? He was actually ordering me to return his steamed bun to him..."
"You little brat, the person who can order me around hasn't even been born yet!"
"Who do you think you are? You just rely on your smart brain, good grades, and teachers' protection. Do you believe that I can ask the principal to expel you? You won't be able to study!"
Each threat was like a stranglehold on He Donglai's neck.
He is just a bumpkin who made it out of the countryside based on his academic performance. If he is not allowed to study, then he will never have a chance to succeed in his life.
I can only go back and farm.
Or they might cry and beg him to show mercy and show mercy.
The classmates also knew that the man who was speaking was powerful and influential, and they were all waiting to see He Donglai make a fool of himself.
However.
He Donglai was not moved at all.
It was as if he didn't hear those arrogant and life-threatening words, and he didn't even bother to look at the boy.
The only thing that caught He Donglai's attention was the hard steamed bun.
The steamed buns were thrown back and forth in their hands.
"You little brat, you want your steamed bun? Come and snatch it from me!"
"If you dare to make a move, I will report you to the principal!"
"Come on! Aren't you afraid of nothing? Come and grab the steamed buns if you can..."
The hard steamed buns were not made of white flour, but the cheapest coarse flour. They were dry and hard, and I don’t know how many days they had been kept.
That was indeed He Donglai's only food for that day.
That's food!
In their village, even a grain of wheat that fell on the ground had to be picked up carefully.
Even if they grew wheat, they would not eat it themselves, because they wanted to sell it for money.
Every household eats sweet potatoes and potatoes...
His steamed bun must be snatched back!
He Donglai looked at the steamed buns being thrown around, his hands clenched into fists, and an angry expression slowly appeared on the young man's thin face.
All of this is exactly what people around you want to see most.
"Look, he's angry. So you can get angry too... Hahahaha... Bumpkin, if you have the guts, just do it..."
He Donglai's anger became their motivation.
They took turns throwing the steamed buns higher and higher, faster and faster, just like throwing sandbags.
Someone raised his arms high.
"Here you go! Catch it—"
The steamed bun flew up, and when another person reached out to catch it, it accidentally slipped out of his hand.
The hard steamed bun slipped off.
Bang.
When it fell to the ground, it made a sound.
The steamed bun was covered with dirty dust and rolled forward with a gurgling sound.
At this moment.
A figure walked into the front door of the classroom.
There was a hint of annoyance in that person's gentle voice.
"We agreed to go to a western restaurant to eat steak, are you going or not?"
At the same time.
When that person entered the classroom.
The black leather shoes on his feet stepped on the steamed bun.
This person is Song Qingqian.
…
There were no classes that afternoon, so a group of them made an appointment to have lunch at the best Western restaurant in Shanghai.
Song Qingqian and her female classmates waited outside for a long time, but no other classmates came.
The female classmates pushed and shoved each other, but no one dared to urge them.
Song Qingqian was really tired of waiting, so he went there in person.
She was wearing her school uniform, a blue shirt with an A-line skirt, knee-length socks, and expensive lambskin shoes.
Those leather shoes were custom-made for her by her grandfather, who asked a master craftsman in Shanghai to make them.
The shoes fit perfectly and are soft and comfortable.
The moment she walked into the classroom, she felt a strange feeling on the soles of her leather shoes.
I stepped on something.
Song Qingqian's already irritable mood made his brows furrow even more.
She lowered her eyes slightly and saw a dirty steamed bun.
Just step on it.
A steamed bun like this that even dogs may not eat is not worth a second look.
Song Qingqian raised her eyes quickly.
The narrow red phoenix eyes were full of arrogance as it stepped forward.
Then...
Only then did she see the scene in the classroom.
A group of boys gathered together to play, and a young man surrounded in the middle, who was out of place in terms of both clothing and temperament.
He seemed to be a transfer student, his name was...his name was...something.
Song Qingqian had no idea what He Donglai's name was, nor what he looked like. Even though they were in the same classroom, she had never noticed him.
It was like a steamed bun that she had stepped on, not worth a second look.
But, at this moment.
Song Qingqian saw the anger in the other person's eyes.
The thin and stubborn young man was staring at her direction intently.
Like a wild beast in the forest, it seems like it will pounce on you at any time and show you its claws.
It is very rare to see such a cold and terrifying aura coming from a young man who is only seventeen or eighteen years old.
To the extent that Song Qingqian couldn't help but look at him a few more times and subconsciously memorized his appearance.
The other students around did not expect this to happen.
They were stunned and shocked, but only for a brief moment.
It's just a steamed bun, not worth worrying about.
It's just He Donglai's anger, not worth mentioning at all.
"Let's go! Let's go have lunch! I'll treat you to steak for lunch today, you guys can eat as much as you want."
"Are you serious? If it's your treat, I'll have two!"
"Go, go, go, drive away! Don't keep people waiting for too long, move faster."
They smiled happily, as if nothing had happened, and left the classroom full of youthful vigor, taking Song Qingqian with them.
"It's all that brat's fault. I almost forgot about lunch. Song Qingqian, don't be angry. Let's buy cake after we finish eating steak. How about Kessler's cream cake? Do you like it..."
Song Qingqian was surrounded and left.
In her mind, she still had those deep, sharp, angry eyes.
While moving forward.
Song Qingqian looked back...