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Chapter 1608 Revenge
Before the next day even arrived, the three Qiao siblings cleaned the two basins thoroughly that evening, and then went to Wang Yan's house as if they were digesting their food after a meal.

“I’m not in a hurry to return it, why did you have to come all the way here so late? Didn’t you see my stack of basins?”

Wang Yan welcomed them in, pointed to the pots and pans piled up in the shed, and then led the three into the main hall.

"It's better to return it to you sooner rather than later, in case you forget about it." Qiao Erqiang looked around the room.

"Are you really alright?" Sanli asked softly, her voice full of concern.

"Of course I'm fine, I'll go to school tomorrow." Wang Yan said with a grin. "But those who beat me up, I bet a lot of them will have to drop out of school."

They didn't study and just coasted through school, hoping to get a junior high diploma and leave. This was their parents' wish, but not the idea of ​​these little hooligans.

In the past, these were people who had established their own factions within the school and had connections with thugs outside of school. Now, they have lost face so badly that even their own fathers have been beaten up. Given their twisted sense of self-esteem, this is something they cannot possibly bear.

They couldn't stand the stares from their classmates, nor the stares from those they had bullied in the past. Coupled with their inherent dislike of studying, they naturally lost interest in reading.

Qiao Erqiang nodded in agreement: "It's better if they don't come. It'll be more peaceful at school. Otherwise, there will be fights every day, and someone will be bullied every day."

"Wow... Brother Yan, you have so many books at home!" In just a few words, Qiao Simei had already entered the study in the west room and exclaimed in surprise when she saw the huge bookshelves that reached the ceiling.

"My dad made all of these. He loves reading and left me a huge pile of books. It helps me pass the time when I have nothing to do," Wang Yan replied with a smile.

The three siblings browsed the bookshelves. Sanli walked to the large desk, where there were still calligraphy marks on it.

She looked at Wang Yan in surprise: "You can write calligraphy? It's really good."

“My grandfather was a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, and they all knew how to write. I learned from them when I was little. Not only can I write, but I can also draw. Here, this is what I drew yesterday.”

Wang Yan took out the overhead view that had been rolled up and unfolded it, which once again earned him undisguised surprise and praise from the three siblings.

"Brother Yan, you're amazing, you know so much."

"Just study more, anyway, I'm just idling around."

Sanli, holding a novel, said, "Wang Yan, can I borrow your book? Don't worry, I promise I won't get it dirty or damaged."

"Of course, you can watch whatever you want, don't be shy." Wang Yan waved his hand generously.

Sanli said thank you shyly...

The four beauties walked around the room and asked, "Brother Yan, aren't you scared living alone?"

"I can take on twenty or thirty people, so what do you think I have to be afraid of?"

"Aren't you afraid of ghosts...?"

"They've all become ghosts, what's there to be afraid of? I actually hope there really are ghosts, so my parents can still be here and protect me. I don't believe that some random ghost could possibly defeat my parents. Maybe those wandering spirits have even been absorbed by my parents to increase their power and become even stronger."

The three siblings were taken aback by Wang Yan's words. They hadn't expected him to see things this way, but at the same time, they felt even more sorry for Wang Yan, this helpless orphan...

After chatting for a while, the three siblings went home to do their homework. Sanli wanted to tell Wang Yan about the homework, but received the reply that Wang Yan didn't know how to do it...

On the way back, Sanli carried the books she had taken from Wang Yan: "At first, when I saw him grabbing seats as soon as he got to the classroom, I thought he was a bad kid."

“That’s your fault. Just because someone fights doesn’t mean they’re a bad kid.” Si Mei said like a little adult. “People who seem like good kids can also be bad. We have a friend who’s a thief. He steals things all the time, but he seems like a nice guy.”

Erqiang patted his little sister's head: "I never knew you could say something so reasonable!"

"Hey, don't touch my hair! I'm angry!" Si Mei has been vain since she was a child.

"Stop teasing her, you'll make her cry and then you won't be able to comfort her." Sanli stopped the two who were fighting, mainly trying to persuade Qiao Erqiang.

Qiao Erqiang said, "I'll take Wang Yan out to play more often in the future. I can't just eat his meat for free. It's strange, really. He's such a good fighter, he should have been famous around here by now, but I've never heard of him."

"He's two years younger than me. He's tall, so not many people would dare to bully him. If he hadn't taken the seat, those lazy students in our class probably wouldn't have bothered him."

"That's true. Maybe he was just an honest kid before, and his personality changed after his parents died..."

The next day, Wang Yan followed his usual morning routine, except that he used to have to work, but now he had to go to school; he was a junior high school student.

We didn't run into Erqiang and Sanli on the way today, since they are on different routes and there's a difference in the time it takes.

When he arrived at the classroom, Qiao Sanli was already reading at her seat. Wang Yan greeted Qiao Sanli with a smile, and she responded with a bright smile as well.

Then, when Wang Yan went to his seat, the class erupted in excitement. Seeing Wang Yan's cheerful and friendly demeanor, some classmates dared to approach him and ask for details.

This wasn't a secret, and there was nothing that couldn't be said, since everyone already knew the general outline. So Wang Yan, with a slightly boastful tone, told a group of male classmates what happened next.

Of course, in the end it all comes down to studying hard and making progress every day...

After the veteran teacher arrived, he strolled around the classroom as usual, like a lion surveying its territory, and then called away any unstable elements in the class. He then lit a cigarette in the hallway and began to patiently and earnestly give Wang Yan a lesson on moral education.

The veteran teacher has it tough too; his cheekbone is still slightly bruised. As Wang Yan's homeroom teacher, he was naturally present at the scene. Seeing the fight break out, he naturally wanted to break it up and protect his student.

Wang Yan continued to respond with a smile, his eyes fixed on the vibrant flowers in the flowerbeds outside the building, where butterflies fluttered and bees danced... Just as Wang Yan had predicted, most of those he had beaten up chose to drop out of school. As for the two little hooligans in his class, according to the old teacher, their families had managed to get them transferred to other schools.

The most shameful thing is that these little hooligans in the class tried to get revenge on Wang Yan, but they made things worse each time. It would have been fine if they had actually beaten Wang Yan into submission, but they didn't accomplish anything.

Especially since it's only the beginning of the first year of junior high, and there are still three years to go, if they were in the same class as Wang Yan, they would get sick even if they weren't already. They really don't want to come to school even if you beat them to death.

Judging from their clothes and appearance, they must be pampered at home; otherwise, they wouldn't be dressed like that. Their family must be well-off. Their parents don't want them to drop out of school and are trying to transfer them to another school so they can at least get a diploma. This is understandable.

Wang Yan became famous overnight, not only in the No. 9 Middle School area, but also throughout the entire Xuanwu District, and even the whole of Nanjing. However, since the public didn't report it, the authorities didn't investigate, and since they were all students, even though the police were just making baseless accusations, they didn't take any further action. When the education department found out, they simply held a meeting, relayed the information, and told the schools below to take preventative measures.

That's about it. It's not unusual for kids to fight. What's unusual is that someone like Wang Yan is capable of taking on dozens of people and has the courage to do so.

In this era of relatively scarce entertainment, Wang Yan's story is genuinely fresh news, not just something everyone spreads around for amusement. There are many points to discuss surrounding him: education, public security, economic development through reform, changing social trends, various extraordinary individuals associated with Wang Yan's martial arts prowess, and even the still-unpopular concept of qigong.

With so many topics to discuss, a group of men, women, young and old could easily chat for a whole day...

After that incident, Wang Yan's life became more comfortable. He studied diligently and, under Erqiang's guidance, got to know a group of people of similar age in Shamao Lane.

There were petty hooligans, students who didn't like to study, and of course, students who did study. Wang Yan had become somewhat of a familiar face. Of course, it was only familiar to others in his presence.

After all, he has a proven track record. To be fair, knowing him and being able to speak with him is something to be proud of. If someone were to actually ask him to help them get ahead, it would be like elevating their status, giving them immense prestige in a short period of time.

Of course, this is utterly useless. Unless someone has truly offended him, or he couldn't stand by and watch, Wang Yan wouldn't stand up for anyone and get into a fight. His body has reverted to this age, not his mind...

The entertainment activities with these people were nothing special: looking at magazines featuring beautiful women that they'd somehow acquired, playing music on a large tape recorder, watching TV together, and following the trends of the times. Those who were less well-off would go to the homes of those who were better off to follow the trends.

This is certainly interesting for people living in this era. But for Wang Yan, it's just so-so. If it weren't for the filter of the times, it probably wouldn't even be considered so-so.

After all, people at that time couldn't imagine that in the future, one of the main functions of television would be to play audio...

A month has passed, the novelty of starting junior high school has worn off, and the classmates are already quite familiar with each other.

Wang Yan was naturally familiar with the Qiao family as well. He was close to Er Qiang, and naturally not far from San Li and Si Mei. In fact, every now and then, Si Mei would come to him to get some candy.

Because he's here, Si Mei has been going to her second aunt's house more often. She goes there to freeload, and on her way back, she passes by Wang Yan's house, so she can conveniently grab a bite.

Why was Qi Weimin so good to Si Mei? It's probably because Si Mei was the least afraid of troubling others, so she naturally had the most contact with Qi Weimin and the deepest friendship with him.

Yicheng, Erqiang, and Sanli are all actually quite averse to troubling others. Yicheng is self-reliant, while Erqiang and Sanli are more influenced by him. The four beauties are the youngest and receive relatively more favoritism, which leads to noticeable differences in their personalities…

However, Si Mei herself was aware that she couldn't bother people all the time, so she only visited every few days. This prevented her from being too frequent and annoying, and since she was a clever girl, seeing her occasionally didn't cause any resentment.

After school that day, Wang Yan and Qiao Sanli left the classroom together. After getting to know each other, Wang Yan followed Erqiang and Sanli home. They walked along the road near his house, and Erqiang and Sanli didn't walk much further, just about half of Shamao Lane, about 300 meters.

They met up with Erqiang downstairs, and the three of them walked out of the school together.

As soon as Wang Yan stepped out of the school gate, he immediately noticed a group of people looking at him. Unlike the previous group, who were all students, this group appeared to be around eighteen or nineteen years old, some even wearing somewhat dirty work clothes. There were also four familiar faces—upper-grade students who had been brought there earlier by the petty thugs from his class…

"Wang Yan!"

Noticing the commotion, Qiao Erqiang tugged at Wang Yan's arm, "Run!"

Wang Yan chuckled and shook his head: "Why would I run? You guys go first and call the police for me. It doesn't matter if it's a student, but these guys are just asking for trouble."

"Wang Yan! You mustn't go! You..." Qiao Sanli's face was full of anxiety.

"It's okay, I'm not stupid. If I can't beat them, I'll just run away."

After handing the satchel containing his leisure books to Qiao Erqiang, Wang Yan walked directly towards the group.

"You really dare to come!" The young thug, who had dropped out of school, felt emboldened by the powerful figure beside him and immediately confronted him.

Wang Yan shook his head slightly: "I'll give you a chance. If you leave now, then that's it, and nothing will happen."

"Hahaha... I see you're scared, aren't you? You little brat, weren't you supposed to be pretty good at fighting? What's wrong..."

Amidst the smug laughter of these people, Wang Yan brushed aside the outstretched hand of the nonchalant man in work clothes and slapped him across the face, knocking out two of his teeth. Then, he kicked the man in the knee, breaking his leg with a crack.

The sudden and intense blow left the smiles on the faces of these self-proclaimed social figures still intact, and the students watching from afar still engaged in heated discussions.

Seeing this, the smiles on those people's faces froze, the students' discussion fell silent, and then an even bigger explosion erupted, becoming extremely noisy.

Amid the commotion, the people pulled out weapons from their clothes; some were wielding steel pipes, others sharp knives.

Before anything even happened, screams erupted from the crowd of onlookers, as if they were the ones being attacked.

Hearing the screams, Wang Yan couldn't help but frown, but that didn't stop him from launching a fair and square counterattack. This time, unlike when he fought with those petty thugs, he was really going to take action against these gangsters.

For these people to dare to do this at a time like this, they're clearly used to being lawless. Fighting is probably the least of their crimes.

Since they're looking for death, Wang Yan will naturally lend them a hand, so they can die sooner and be reborn sooner...

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