Chapter 1442 — Uncle Qing's Mindset
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 3
"Good. With you and Wu Chengtian, two fine hands, watching over Yaoyao and the girls, I can finally leave with an easy mind!" Wei Zhao had finished everything he needed to do here; the only one still weighing on him was Ying Ziyu.
At the thought of Ying Ziyu, Wei Zhao could not help but think of Feng Xiaoxiao... The last time he went to see Ying Ziyu he had taken Feng Xiaoxiao along; this time he would be going alone. He had said he would go and test Ying Ziyu's studies a week later, but Xiaoxiao's business had cost him some time.
This was Pangolin's younger sister, and before leaving Wei Zhao had to go and see her — at the very least to make certain whether she had changed for the better. If that proved impossible, he would have her transferred to the junior high school attached to No. 1 High School and let Zou Ruoming keep an eye on her for him. A wild girl needed a street punk to keep her in line.
This time Wei Zhao drove himself to Fushan Middle School.
Looking at the empty passenger seat, Wei Zhao sighed quietly to himself. Every time he set out in this Land Rover he could not help remembering the days with Feng Xiaoxiao — from his first aversion to his later affection. It could not be called seared into bone and heart, yet it was something he kept in his thoughts at every moment.
The love, though brief, had been blazing and tumultuous — to call it a love that defied life and death would be no exaggeration at all.
The car stopped at the gates of Fushan Middle School. Sitting at the school entrance were several youths with hair dyed every colour of the rainbow — the local-ruffian type, plainly.
"I say, Brother Hei, where'd this pretty boy come from? Reckon he's come to our school to pick up girls? Shall we squeeze a bit of cash out of him?" One of the ruffians stared at Wei Zhao's Land Rover and began to drool.
Robbery and extortion were everyday business for these people; seeing a "fat sheep" delivered to their door, they were naturally greedy.
"Spend your ass!" Brother Hei kicked the ruffian square in the face, knocking out several of his front teeth and leaving him whistling through the gaps whenever he tried to speak. Then he hurriedly scrambled to the school gates, flung both iron doors wide, and bellowed: "Lord Lin, you've come — please, come in!"
Brother Hei knew that his position at the head of Fushan Middle School had not come easily — he had slipped into it more by luck than anything else — so he was all the more careful in his daily conduct, eyes open in every direction and ears straining on all sides, terrified of doing something wrong and being removed by Zou Ruoguang.
So on his very first day in office, Brother Hei had committed Wei Zhao's face to memory and filed him under the category of men who must never be crossed. A man whom even Zou Ruoguang feared as a tiger — would he dare be careless?
And so Brother Hei recognized Wei Zhao at a single glance.
"You're that one they call Xiao Hei, aren't you?" Wei Zhao glanced at Brother Hei and recognized him.
"That's me, that's me — Lord Lin, you still remember me!" At Wei Zhao's words Brother Hei's face broke into delighted surprise. "Lord Lin, you've come to see Miss Ziyu, haven't you? Rest assured — after you left, I did exactly as you instructed and pressed Miss Ziyu to go to the classroom and study every single day, and all the best students in the school have been arranged into that class to study beside her..."
"You've done well." Wei Zhao nodded, thinking that Brother Hei was a reasonably sensible fellow — though the man was rather formidable, managing as he did to gather all the top students together like that.
"It's only what this old servant ought to do..." Brother Hei said, grinning from ear to ear.