Chapter 30 — Meeting Violence with Violence
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"I'm not going." The instant Gu Mengyao heard Wei Zhao's name, the scene from that morning came rushing back—the two of them flushed scarlet to the ears. She knit her brows and went back to the English textbook in her hands. She still hadn't memorized today's vocabulary.
"Come on, let's go." Shen Yushu was itching with curiosity. "There's nothing else to do right now anyway."
"If you want to go, go by yourself. I'm certainly not." Gu Mengyao gave a little huff. "Xiaoshu, has springtime come to your heart? Have you taken a fancy to that country bumpkin?"
"Nonsense!" Shen Yushu's face went red and she retorted, "Who'd take a fancy to him? I just want to go watch the fun."
"Then go on your own. I'm definitely not going," Gu Mengyao said with finality.
"Come on, Sister Yaoyao. He's your study companion, after all—and even when you beat a dog, you look at its master. If they rough Wei Zhao up, you'll be the one losing face," Shen Yushu said, clearly unwilling to give up, and pressed on with her persuasion.
"Xiaoshu, why are you so tiresome?" She was pestered past the point of being able to read the book in her hands. "Fine, fine. I'll go with you and take a look."
"Hehe... let's go!" Shen Yushu seized Gu Mengyao's hand in high spirits, and the two of them ran off toward the rooftop together. "I hope we don't miss the good part."
Up on the rooftop, Zhong Yongliang, Zhang Naipao, and Gao Xiaofu were grinning nastily and rolling up their sleeves. Zhong Yongliang, looking very much the tough guy, had a cigarette clamped in his mouth, and Gao Xiaofu, quick as a flash, snapped open a lighter with a *click* and lit it for him.
Zhong Yongliang took a hearty drag, then blew the smoke right into Wei Zhao's face. "Well? Weren't you the big man? Go on, pull that thing out again! Douse me again!"
"If you're making trouble for me over yesterday's business, then fine—I admit it was my fault," Wei Zhao said, his expression calm. "But today's business has nothing to do with me."
"Oh? So now you know you were wrong?" Zhong Yongliang was savoring the feeling of an opponent bowing his head, but he kept his tone hard. "Too late. And what do you mean, today's business has nothing to do with you? Are you stupid? It's come to this and you're still talking tough?"
"There were so many empty urinals. What were you doing behind me? Seems to me there was no need to queue," Wei Zhao said, perfectly straight-faced.
"Enough of that useless talk. Admitting you're wrong won't help you now. Xiaofu, show him some color!" Zhong Yongliang waved his hand at Gao Xiaofu.
"Hehe, coming right up." Gao Xiaofu snickered and produced a chair leg from behind his back, then walked toward Wei Zhao.
Wei Zhao still felt a little apologetic about kicking Zhong Yongliang yesterday for no apparent reason, and he had meant to find a chance to explain himself. But now it seemed there was no need. With this sort of character, the only way was to meet violence with violence.
"Kid, who did you have to go and cross? Of all people, you had to cross Brother Liang. You must have a death wish," Gao Xiaofu said as he raised the chair leg and swung it at Wei Zhao's body.
Zhong Yongliang stood off to one side, drawing smugly on his cigarette, thoroughly pleased with himself. *That's what you get for crossing me,* he thought. *If I don't crack your skull open today, my name isn't Zhong.*
Zhong Yongliang could practically see it already—blood spraying from Wei Zhao's forehead—and he licked his lips in excitement.
*Crack!* Gao Xiaofu's chair leg came swinging down, but Zhong Yongliang did not see blood spraying anywhere. A closer look showed him that Wei Zhao had caught the chair leg in his hand.
Gao Xiaofu frowned and tugged hard at the chair leg, only to find it would not budge an inch. He grew flustered and had no choice but to put more strength into his arm.