Quick Wear: Let go of the desire to help others and respect the burial of the insane.

"Girl, why does this pig smell so bad? Could it be diseased somewhere?"

"Nothing."

"That's good. We'll bury the sick pigs."

Tian Youwei struggled frantically inside the sack.

"Okay, I'll take it."

After Ning Jun negotiated the price with the men, they threw Tian Youwei into the car.

Tian Youwei let out a scream.

These businessmen are no gentlemen; he had two ribs broken badly from the fall.

"Hey, this pig must weigh at least 200 pounds, it's really heavy."

"That's right, this is a domesticated pig, it definitely eats a lot."

"Hmph—I'm a human being—Hmph—I'm not a pig—"

Despite the pain, Tian Youwei continued to defend himself.

He's really a human being, so why don't they listen to him?

The car engine starts.

They drove away from the neon-lit metropolis with Tian Youwei in tow.

Just before leaving, Tian Youwei looked up at his former wife and daughter.

Tian Xinhui opened her mouth and said in a serious tone, "Dad, people who don't work will turn into pigs—"

that moment.

A chill ran through Tian Youwei's body, and he trembled uncontrollably, a great fear gripping his heart.

The night breeze blew by, but it did nothing to ease his mood.

Where is he going?

Ning Jun didn't know.

There is only one fate awaiting the fat pig: to be slaughtered at will, whether in a casino or a slaughterhouse!

Those competitors who paid Tian Youwei to disrupt his business were either exposed for serving customers stale crayfish, or were forced to close their shops for rectification after making local news reports.

Or perhaps a relative similar to Tian Youwei will appear in the family, causing chaos at home and even going to the store to make trouble, making it impossible to run the business.

Without the disturbance from these people, the barbecue stalls grew bigger and bigger.

Finally, Chen Xiaofen saved enough money to open a shop, taking her first step to establish herself in the city.

Two flowers bloom, each telling its own story. The better Ning Jun is doing, the worse Ying Long is experiencing.

in school.

The homeroom teacher continued the lessons according to the original schedule, which was in line with the actual learning situation of the vast majority of students.

But... Yinglong can't keep up with the pace of the class, back when her uncle was around.

If Yinglong doesn't understand, no matter how simple the knowledge point is, it will be repeated several times until Yinglong understands before moving on to the next one, which greatly slows down the pace of the whole class.

Currently, the homeroom teacher is simply maintaining the review pace at the level of a normal, top-performing class.

Ying Long, however, felt it was really strenuous.

Before you've fully grasped this concept, the next one is already out there, and you're already starting a new chapter in your review.

They can't even finish their homework.

Ying Long looked left and right, but no one in the class raised any objections. It was as if all of this was perfectly reasonable.

As get out of class ended, Ying Long secretly tugged at a girl's sleeve and asked, "Xiao Lan, don't you think our new homeroom teacher is lecturing too fast?"

"I think it's okay. I just wish the review progress could be faster, since our class is already far behind."

Yinglong felt awkward after hearing this.

If the other party thinks the progress is too slow, doesn't that mean they're too stupid to keep up?

Undeterred, he brought along another girl.

The girl was quite impatient. After Ying Long touched the corner of her clothes, she immediately sprayed some alcohol on her clothes and then wiped them with a wet wipe.

The disgust is palpable.

Ying Long lowered his head, his expression dark and unreadable, his fist clenched, and his teeth biting his lip.

"Is it okay to keep this pace of teaching?"

"Where is the speed fast? It's already difficult enough for the homeroom teacher to consider the progress of all the students in the class."

"Have your grades improved at all these days? Why don't you consider whether it's your own problem?"

"Are you really not making fast progress?" Ying Long was still unwilling to give up.

The girl asked in confusion, "If you think the pace is too fast, go to another class. Why should most of us accommodate you?"

"If you like your uncle's teaching speed, why don't you walk with him?"

Ying Long's face turned pale and then red.

The learning atmosphere and teaching staff in the top class that Tian Xinhui is in are the best.

Even if a teacher teaches many classes, the teacher will still prefer the good students and will unconsciously shift the focus to the top classes.

Besides, Tian Xinhui might come back. They're in the same class and see each other all the time. She's shy, so she might still be his girlfriend.

Undeterred, Ying Long asked other classmates, and the only conclusion he reached was that the progress was going well.

Even those students with poor grades felt that their old homeroom teacher was better than Ying Yaozu.

"Tsk."

One classmate didn't even try to hide it from Ying Long, and spoke up in front of everyone.

"If you can't keep up with the group, they'll drag us down with them. Don't they realize that even the lowest score in our class is over 570?"

Tian Xinhui's class is naturally the best elite class. Those who can get in are the best students selected after passing the class placement test.

"He only joined our class because he was asking for trouble; our foundations weren't even on the same level."

"Stop talking. Aren't you afraid he'll go after his uncle who's a teacher and his uncle who runs a cafeteria again?"

"Watch out, his uncle might make you eat lymph nodes!"

Many students burst into laughter, and the scene suddenly became lively.

After the cafeteria incident, Ying Long became famous.

It's no wonder he's the nephew of the grade director, the grand-nephew of the principal, and a relative of the cafeteria manager. He doesn't have to pay for meals or eat those dirty and unpalatable foods.

No. 15 Middle School is a closed campus. In a life lacking entertainment and mobile phones, even the smallest rumors can spread like wildfire.

Moreover, Ying Long was originally a "mysterious" transfer student who was a "school bully".

How did you transfer schools? Why did you transfer, and what did you do at your previous school?

It's now rumored that Ying Long killed someone in a fight at his original high school, and was forced to transfer to a high school run by a relative.

Upon hearing that his grandson was coming, the principal hurriedly dismissed the teacher, placed his son-in-law in the best class, and made Ying Long the emperor.

It wasn't enough that Ying Long became emperor; he also went on to harass top students who excelled academically. Since his own high school career was ruined anyway, he figured he might as well drag others down with him.

Do you think what I said isn't true?

do you know?

Even the top student in the grade was so angry with the school that he stopped coming to class!

If the school hadn't insisted on awarding top honors and prizes to keep her from leaving, she probably would have transferred schools long ago.

That's absolutely heinous!

In just a few days, Ying Long's reputation went from mixed to mostly negative, and then to a flood of negative reviews.

"What's there to be afraid of? Anyway, it's not his uncle or her grandfather who's in charge now."

The classmates had long disliked Ying Yaozu, and even after Ying Yaozu left, this hatred did not disappear; instead, it shifted to Ying Long.

At the center of the storm, Ying Long experienced the feeling of being bullied for the first time.

He gritted his teeth and memorized all the classmates who had just spoken to him.

He remembered!

Things change every thirty years. When the college entrance exam comes, he will definitely make a stunning comeback and become a dark horse, giving them a piece of his mind!

But it's still too early to say whether Ying Long will be a dark horse.

When the monthly exam papers came out, the homeroom teacher only slightly increased the difficulty, and Ying Long immediately revealed his true colors.

Let alone getting into a bar dance club, it's difficult to even get into a regular university.

"Tian Xinhui, can you explain this problem to me...?"

Ying Long scratched his head and subconsciously reached out to grab Tian Xinhui's clothes.

Unexpectedly, I grabbed a bunch of greasy fat.

The 1.9-meter-tall bully turned around and slapped away Ying Long's thin, slender chicken claw.

"Get away from me! How disgusting! You keep grabbing my clothes, you're making me feel unclean."