Chapter Thirty-Two: Zhuang Bi Plays Dirty

You, a worthless coward, think you can order me around? Ha! Zhuang Bi laughed arrogantly, convinced that the other party wouldn’t dare touch him.

Feng Yisheng’s anger erupted in his chest. Without warning, he threw a punch straight at Zhuang Bi's chest. Zhuang Bi couldn’t react in time and flew five meters through the air, landing hard. Feng Yisheng looked at him coldly.

At that moment, Zhuang Bi felt as if death itself was staring him down. He realized Feng Yisheng had changed; he was no longer the boy he could bully at will.

...

Among the crowd gathered by the sports field, there were those who knew Zhuang Bi and Feng Yisheng. They began to whisper and point.

“Zhuang Bi’s finally met his match. He used to bully Feng Yisheng all the time.”

“That’s right. Who’d have thought he’d stoop to cheating? Best to steer clear of him in the future.”

“Hey, keep your voice down. If he hears you, he’ll take it out on you.”

“You’re right. Let’s drop it...”

...

“Go run your laps like you’re supposed to. I know the principle of mercy, so you don’t have to shout ‘I’m an idiot.’ Just circle the track and yell ‘I was wrong.’ Hurry up!” Feng Yisheng’s voice was icy. He’d already held back; that punch could have wrecked Zhuang Bi’s organs had he not restrained himself.

“Yisheng, maybe let it go,” Jiang Zhiming said, walking up beside him. Though they’d won, he feared Zhuang Bi might retaliate against Feng Yisheng for this humiliation.

Zhuang Bi lay on the ground, clutching his aching chest. He’d originally planned to deny defeat, but never expected Feng Yisheng to send him flying with a single punch.

They were all seventeen or eighteen, high school students with no real schemes. Zhuang Bi felt utterly wronged, but Feng Yisheng had given him a way out. He still had to run and shout, but it was better than screaming “I’m an idiot.”

That punch was nothing special, just an ordinary blow from Feng Yisheng, without any spiritual energy. If it had been, Zhuang Bi would already be dead.

...

His chest still throbbing, Zhuang Bi saw Feng Yisheng watching him with murderous eyes. He forced himself up, pushing off the ground with his right hand, and began to run laps around the track, shouting “I was wrong” as he went.

The bell rang, marking the end of class. The sports field lay between three teaching buildings, and during breaks, students lingered in the corridors overlooking the field. Thousands watched as a lone figure ran across the track.

...

A thousand eyes pierced him. This was the most humiliating moment of Zhuang Bi’s life. He gritted his teeth, running and glancing at Feng Yisheng, shouting “I was wrong.”

“Louder! Haven’t you eaten?” Feng Yisheng called out.

Zhuang Bi had no choice but to raise his voice. He desperately wanted to stop running, but he knew he wouldn’t be spared unless he finished the lap.

As the saying goes, a gentleman’s revenge can wait ten years. Once today was over, Feng Yisheng would face retribution. Zhuang Bi swore silently.

His lackey Zhao Ming stood at the edge of the field, watching. Zhao Ming now feared Feng Yisheng; he’d once helped Zhuang Bi bully him.

But Zhao Ming’s bigger worry wasn’t Feng Yisheng’s revenge—it was Zhuang Bi’s wrath for not stepping in to help.

Sure enough, Zhuang Bi’s resentment now included Zhao Ming. He cursed in his heart: “That little bastard, always flattering me, but now he won’t lift a finger...”

...

Under the laughter and ridicule of more than half the school, Zhuang Bi finished the most humiliating four hundred meters of his life.

Having complied with Feng Yisheng’s demand, Feng Yisheng didn’t give him any further trouble.

But Zhuang Bi couldn’t recall how he made his way back to the classroom. His mind seethed with murderous thoughts toward Feng Yisheng.

He understood that Feng Yisheng was no longer the same. He would have to devise a perfect plan, or else suffer even greater humiliation.

...

In the classroom, the afternoon passed peacefully.

Zhuang Bi didn’t bother Feng Yisheng at all, as if nothing had happened during PE. Feng Yisheng enjoyed his newfound tranquility.

He didn’t believe Zhuang Bi could threaten him, and had no intention of provoking him either.

Chen Yunxi, the girl at the center of their wager, remained oblivious to the whole affair. Her relationship with Feng Yisheng wasn’t close enough for her to ask him about it. Still, Feng Yisheng’s victory in basketball piqued her curiosity.

...

But as the saying goes, one look and you know—that’s the one you’re meant to hit.

Zhuang Bi wouldn’t let Feng Yisheng off so easily. He messaged Zhao Ming and focused on his studies.

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This time, if he failed the mock exam, he wouldn’t have the chance to deal with Feng Yisheng—his own father would deal with him first.

Nanshui Foreign Language School had strict requirements for the high school entrance exam scores, and the students admitted were generally outstanding.

To boost their university admission rates, especially after entering the second year, Nanshui Foreign Language School became even stricter about the mock exams.

So, in terms of academics, Zhuang Bi dared not slack off.

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After the third afternoon class, Feng Yisheng passed by Zhuang Bi’s desk without so much as a glance.

Once the classroom emptied, a bespectacled student approached Zhuang Bi and said, “Bi, want me to go beat him up for you?”

It was Zhao Ming, the lackey Zhuang Bi had cursed at on the sports field, who often helped him bully Feng Yisheng.

“You don’t need to say it. But I want to reclaim my honor through basketball,” Zhuang Bi replied, still brooding over his PE defeat.

Where you fall, you must rise again.

“So you mean you want another basketball match with that loser Feng Yisheng?” Zhao Ming asked.

“Idiot, didn’t you see? Feng Yisheng was like Curry possessed, his shots were dead on! And you, you little bastard, didn’t even help me this morning,” Zhuang Bi scolded.

He rose from his chair and declared, “I need to find a way to provoke Feng Yisheng, get him to play a five-on-five game with us. He’s strong individually, but basketball is about teamwork. The entire second-year basketball team listens to me. This time, his defeat is certain.”

“Bi, you really are different. Why can’t I be as smart as you? That kid Feng Yisheng dares to steal your girl—he’s living on borrowed time. We’ll make sure he’s thoroughly humiliated this time.”