Zhou Enterprise is the leader of the real estate industry in Yanjing City. It has strong capital and a strong foundation. Its various sub-industries are spread all over the corners of the imperial capital and have a very large network.

It can be said that if Yanjing is not the political center of this country, that is, the so-called emperor's feet, the Zhou family, which owns Zhou Enterprise, is absolutely a veritable local snake.

Zhao Yulin heard all this news from He Zimu. To sum it up, among all the private enterprises in Yanjing, the pharmaceutical group where Sun Chongyue is located is the leader, followed by Zhou Caifeng's Zhou family, He Zimu's He family, and Zhao Yulin has not yet contacted the Zhao family.

The Zhou family is a big Buddha, and ordinary people can't afford to provoke it easily.

"So to sum up the main idea, Teacher He means that I should stay away from Zhou Caifeng?" Zhao Yulin asked this question with an innocent look on his face, but there was a hint of amusement in his words.

He Zimu had a keen sense of smell and happened to smell that hint of playfulness. She lowered her eyebrows and said helplessly, "I have said everything I should say. If you really don't want to listen, then there is nothing I can do."

"Alas!"

Zhao Yulin pretended to sigh and said, "I am such an ungrateful person. I am sorry for wasting Sister Mu's good advice."

The worry on He Zimu's face did not seem fake: "Are you sure you really want to fight to the death with Zhou Haige? Although the Sun family is superior to the Zhou family in all aspects, Zhou Haige is famous for using any means to achieve his goals. I am afraid that they may not give Uncle Chongyue too much face. Moreover, you are only a bodyguard in the Sun family. I don't think the Sun family will pay much attention to you."

"I don't need anyone to help me. I have to take responsibility for the choices I made."

Zhao Yulin stood up, his mouth tilted with a standard arc like a gangster, and he said arrogantly: "The Zhou family is deeply rooted, and I am just a newborn bull who is not afraid of tigers. Let's see which is harder, the south wall or my head. If I can't break through the south wall and I die, it can only mean that I am unlucky."

After the voice fell, the feared soldier king on the battlefield, 'Tianluo', turned and left with his innate arrogance, leaving He Zimu with a handsome back dotted with half of the bright sunlight.

"Wait!" He Zimu called him out.

Zhao Yulin turned around and smiled what he thought was a charming and bright smile: "Sister Mu, do you have any other instructions?"

"You have disturbed classroom discipline twice in a row. Although it was not intentional, it was all caused by you after all. It would be wrong not to punish you lightly. So starting tomorrow, the hygiene of the men's restroom on the second floor will be handed over to you. One week is not too long, right?"

He Zimu was obviously not charmed by the handsome student's smile. He calmly stated his arrangements.

"Damn it!"

The pose that Zhao Yulin had deliberately put on was ruined by his exaggerated expression. In addition, the gunshot wound on his leg flared up at the right time, and the pain almost made him fall headfirst to the ground: "Really? We just finished talking about such a serious topic, and you turned around and punished me to clean the toilet. It's really a shame!"

"Why don't you think school rules are serious and worthy of respect?" He Zimu's pretty face had a faint smile, but in Zhao Yulin's eyes, it was cold as ice.

"Oh! By the way, you can call me sister in private from now on, but in formal occasions, you should still call me Teacher He. This is etiquette."

...

Zhao Yulin walked out of the office with a bitter face. Before he started cleaning the toilet, he seemed to have smelled a wave of foul odors, lingering around him.

"My father is cursed by God!"

Zhao Yulin was extremely unsuitable for the setting of a college student. He could endure any harsh environment. Sometimes during the battle, he had no choice but to squeeze out the water in animal feces to drink, but that was different from being punished by the teacher to clean the toilet.

"Your Majesty, please don't leave me!" The young soldier king stretched his arms to the longest, but still couldn't reach and hold on to something that was drifting farther and farther away from his eyes.

"Brother Yu? Are you learning to act in a play?"

A shout woke Zhao Yulin from his illusion. He turned around and saw that it was the man in glasses, Yang Fan.

"Oh, yes, when I'm bored, I like to think about some plays to cultivate my moral integrity." Zhao Yulin explained awkwardly.

"Cultivate what?"

"Nothing, what do you want to talk to me about?" Zhao Yulin put his hands in his trouser pockets and asked seriously.

Yang Fan was in a difficult situation and had no time to dwell on unimportant details. He moved closer and asked cautiously, "Have you thought about it? What we talked about in the classroom this morning."

Zhao Yulin was not forgetful, so he naturally remembered everything Yang Fan had complained to him about in the classroom. He was about to agree when his eyes happened to catch sight of the corner of the stairs. When he saw the corner, he thought of the men's restroom on the left side of the stairs.

"Well."

Zhao Yulin cleared his throat and spoke sanctimoniously: "We are all children of the martial arts world. We should have a chivalrous heart and a loyal spirit. We should speak out when we see injustice and take action when necessary. I am very happy to help you. However, I also ran into some troubles today. Can you be kind enough to help me solve my problems?"

Yang Fan did not doubt him and said decisively: "Brother Yu, your help to me is equivalent to saving my life. If you need me for anything, please tell me directly. Even if it means cutting a piece of meat from me, I am willing to do it! I dare not say that I will not frown, but I will definitely bring the meat to you with my own hands."

He spoke with an accent from outside Shanhaiguan.

Zhao Yulin was delighted, and patted the glasses boy's shoulder comfortingly, saying with a sense of relief: "It's not that serious, I just skipped two classes, and was punished by our beautiful class teacher to clean the toilet for a week. My respiratory system is not very good, and I can't stand that kind of stimulation, you see..."

Yang Fan's expression twitched twice very obviously. He has been a three-good student and an excellent young pioneer since he was a child. If nothing unexpected happened, cleaning the toilet would have nothing to do with him in this life, but the accident happened just like that, bringing with it the refreshing breeze of June.

"It's okay, Brother Yu, I'll help you clean, don't force yourself if you are not in good health."

Although it was not the happiness in Yang Fan's dream, he still accepted it calmly without a moment's hesitation. Because he calculated that Zhao Yulin couldn't repay him even if he swept toilets for ten years - after all, if he died, even sweeping toilets would be a luxury.

"Haha, good brother!"

Zhao Yulin was freed from the strange smell and shadow of the men's toilet, and felt that the whole world was brighter.

"Hey! Why are you like this? You bully honest people on the second day of school." A silver bell-like voice rang behind him, which was pleasant to hear but full of contempt.

There was an elective class in a few minutes. Sun Leling was a rich lady and a famous academic master in the college. She never missed a class, so she prepared to enter the classroom early. By accident, she heard the conversation between Zhao Yulin and Yang Fan.

She knew that He Zimu was going to punish Zhao Yulin to clean the toilet, and she did not plead for her bodyguard. After all, this was in school, and it was reasonable for him to be punished for violating discipline, but this guy actually wanted to cheat.

"Wait, I'll tell Sister Mu after class. Then it won't be as simple as sweeping for a week." Sun Leling was merciless and said arrogantly that she would tell tales.

Zhao Yulin and Yang Fan looked at each other. What was originally a pleasant transaction was exposed before it even started. It was really helpless.

Zhao Yulin's teeth were itchy. He had not been to school for the past 20 years. He learned to read with the help of Old Man Feng. However, he had been online. He used to be puzzled by people's dislike of "good students". Now he knows that this kind of trumpet is really hateful!

"Class monitor, please don't tell Teacher He, okay?" Yang Fan was more emotional than Zhao Yulin. His gentle appearance made him anxious with tears welling up in his eyes.

Sun Leling still acted like the upright class cadre, but her tone was much softer. She asked, "Yang Fan, tell me, did Zhao Yulin use force to force you to submit and let you clean the toilet for him?"

"So you are still the class monitor? Am I so shameless in your eyes?" Zhao Yulin grinned. The warmth left in his heart by the eldest lady running out to pay for his bus fare, as well as her cute expression when she muttered on the road, disappeared in an instant.

Class cadres and bad students are born enemies!

Yang Fan burst into tears and explained, "No, I asked Brother Yu to help me, so Brother Yu switched with me. My cousin has leukemia and is now receiving treatment in Yanjing. My aunt went back to her hometown this week, so she gave me time to go over and take care of him, buy him meals, pay for his meals and take care of some small matters. But our family's financial resources are almost exhausted due to his treatment, and I was afraid that he would feel guilty when he saw me, so I asked Brother Yu to go for me."

"So miserable?"

Zhao Yulin was stunned by Yang Fan's fright.

Sun Leling was naturally more shocked, with a soft look in her eyes. She comforted him, "So that's how it is. Okay, don't get excited. Can't I not tell the teacher?"

Then she glared at Zhao Yulin and said, "You did a good thing! I won't bother with you this time. Remember to be more careful and don't be perfunctory!" Looking at

the young lady's graceful back as she walked into the classroom, Zhao Yulin looked at Yang Fan, as if he had seen a rare flower in the world, "I didn't expect that the gentle boy would be so... , you are so good at telling lies!"

Yang Fan took out a tissue from his bag, wiped the tears from his eyes, and said bitterly: "The squad leader is very sincere. I can't get away with it if I don't act more realistic! But Brother Yu, what I told you is absolutely true."

Zhao Yulin nodded. Truth will come to light sooner or later. When he meets the group of people who blackmailed Yang Fan, he will know whether it is true or not. Yang Fan must be a fool to lie at this time.

He recalled the story Yang Fan had just told, and his expression was a little awkward: "But it's not good for you to curse your cousin like that?"

Yang Fan held the tissue he used to wipe his tears in his palm and pushed his glasses: "It's okay, my father is the only son in the family, and I don't have any cousins ​​at all."

Zhao Yulin shrugged: "You city people are really cunning!"