Chapter 009: Back Hairy Word count: 3898 ------------------------
“Ye Yun! No sleeping in class! Stand up for the teacher!”
Ye Yun was suddenly interrupted from his daydream. Although there was no real danger, he was a little annoyed. Before he could respond, the young male teacher who had been explaining ‘look to the right first before crossing the street' walked over, glaring at Ye Yun.
Ye Yun didn't argue; he knew that with this teacher's temperament, the more he argued, the worse it would get. So he simply stood up, staring straight into the teacher's eyes.
The young teacher seemed surprised by Ye Yun's reaction. However, since he was a teacher, he couldn't lose his authority, and he said, “Pay attention in class, no daydreaming. If you answer the teacher's question correctly, then you can sit down. Understood? Alright, I'm going to start asking. What is the safest way to behave while riding in a vehicle?”
He knew very well that teaching here wasn't the same as in the city. Everyone in this classroom was a child from a wealthy family. If he accidentally offended one, his good days would be over. So, he wanted to give Ye Yun an easy way out. The question was simple; Ye Yun should be able to answer it.
Ye Yun began his answer: “When riding in a vehicle, don't stick your head or hands out the window. If you stick them out, they could break off; if they break off, you need to see a doctor; if even the doctor can't fix it, you die...”
“Alright, that's a fine answer, now sit down.” The young teacher hastily interrupted with a stern face, even reaching out to push Ye Yun back into his seat, afraid he would continue with his nonsensical talk.
The young teacher returned to the podium and continued the lesson, occasionally glancing at Ye Yun to see if he had fallen asleep. When he saw the little girl next to Ye Yun paying attention, he secretly shook his head and said, “Compared to that little girl, you are really far behind. Unfortunately, that child is disabled...”
Ye Yun was really at a loss for words with this teacher. He had no interest in these trivial pieces of knowledge, but since he couldn't daydream, he just kept his eyes open and completely still. What was he doing? Meditating with his eyes open, of course. Ye Yun had tried every way to escape the sad reality.
Soon, the bell finally rang, but Ye Yun still wore that posture of attentively listening in class.Zi Ling asked Ye Yun in confusion in a soft voice, “Brother Ye, class is over~”
Ye Yun didn't respond; he was immersed in a state of meditation. Zi Ling tilted her little head and looked at Ye Yun, whose eyes didn't blink. A mischievous thought popped into her mind.
She stretched out her little hand and suddenly started tickling Ye Yun's armpits, finally bringing him back to normal.
Looking at the little girl beside him, Ye Yun let out a helpless sigh.
At this moment, the middle-aged man who had appeared outside the classroom earlier appeared again, calling Zi Ling to go out. Ye Yun took this opportunity to ask Zi Ling, “Who is he?”
Zi Ling glanced at the middle-aged man and replied with disgust, “He's Grandpa's friend, but he's really fierce. I saw him hitting a child that day, maybe his son. Brother Ye, Zi Ling doesn't like him. Will you go out with me?”
Hearing Zi Ling's answer, Ye Yun internally muttered, clearly not a good person. He patted Zi Ling on the shoulder and encouraged, “Since he's looking for you, it should be something from your family or for yourself. Brother Ye can't go with you, wouldn't that be inconvenient?”
Zi Ling immediately pouted, reluctantly controlling her smart wheelchair to go out.
“That guy is a cripple, so disgusting, I hate cripples the most…” A small voice murmured from a corner of the classroom. Ye Yun knew well about this quiet muttering and got up, walking toward another little chubby boy in the corner.
“What did you just say?” Ye Yun stopped in front of the chubby boy, who was a head taller than him.
The chubby boy was obviously surprised that Ye Yun could hear him and blurted out, “How do you know what I said?!”
Ye Yun laughed secretly in his heart: I haven't even said I knew what you said, but you already said I knew what you said… (so confusing…)
“Oh? What did you say?” Ye Yun continued to ask, a slight mocking expression on his face.
The chubby boy was straightforward, saying whatever came to mind, so he honestly answered, “I just said that girl is a cripple, what's it to you?”
“Go apologize to her.” Ye Yun's concise words carried a sense that left no room for refusal.
The chubby boy was stunned, shook his head, and said, “Why? I'm not apologizing, she is a dead cripple after all.”Ye Yun restrained the anger in his heart and said calmly, 'Alright, considering you're still a little brat, I won't make it too hard for you. How about we play a game?'
The little chubby boy's face immediately lit up with excitement when he heard 'play a game.' 'What game should we play?'
Ye Yun held back the urge to call him an idiot and replied, 'You come up with a game, and we'll compete. If you win, I will accept you as the boss and give you candy; if you lose, you'll take back what you said and sincerely apologize to that girl.'
The little chubby boy scratched his round head, seemingly thinking about what to compete in, and then as if deciding whether to agree. Soon, he spoke enthusiastically, 'Let's see who has more strength. I promise to be fair to you.'
Ye Yun wanted to laugh. Looking at the little chubby boy's 'sturdy' arms, anyone could tell that his strength was far greater than that of an average child; moreover, even if the chubby boy's strength wasn't bigger, just the weight of his arm alone could win.
What was already an unfair competition became extraordinarily righteous and fair in the chubby boy's words. Ye Yun replied straightforwardly, 'Fine, how do we compete?'
The little chubby boy rolled up his sleeves and said, 'Arm wrestling. Come on, loser gives me candy.'
The surrounding kids noticed what was happening and crowded around, whispering to each other, asking what was going on.
The little chubby boy propped up his plump arm and turned to look at Ye Yun, who hadn't started yet, saying, 'Come on! Are you playing or not? Don't tell me you're scared.'
'Hahaha, coward! Look, really scared!' The surrounding kids burst into laughter, looking at Ye Yun with eyes full of contempt and disdain.
Ye Yun did not get angry at their laughter. He sat down across from the little chubby boy and extended his wrist. The thin, pale hand looked so weak compared to the little chubby boy's 'sturdy' hand. The little girls on the side covered their eyes with their hands, as if the thin hand might break.
'Who do you think will win?'
'Obviously, Fugui will win.'
'He's really stupid, competing in arm wrestling with Fugui.'
'Won't his hand get hurt?'
'Probably. Fugui is very strong—I couldn't even beat him using both hands.'
'Really?'"‘Fine, if you don't believe me…'
Under the expectant gazes of the group of little brats, the chubby boy Fugui grabbed Ye Yun's hand, and he didn't forget to tell Ye Yun, ‘By the way, you can use both hands.'
Ye Yun first laughed silently at the name 'Fugui,' which was so outdated, and then said, ‘One hand is enough.'
Fugui ignored Ye Yun and said, ‘Ready… one, two, three, start! Hi!'
As soon as he finished counting, Fugui exerted all his strength to push Ye Yun's hand, wanting to finish quickly and leave a ‘Wow, he's awesome' impression. But his hand stopped—no matter how hard he tried, Ye Yun's little hand didn't move an inch.
The little brats around started shouting, ‘Why hasn't it started yet!'
Fugui responded, ‘Okay, it's starting, yeah! Hi! Whoa!'
No matter how much he yelled or how hard he tried, he couldn't budge Ye Yun's wrist. Ye Yun's wrist was like a solid wall, firm and unmovable.
A smile gradually spread across Ye Yun's lips—‘You think you can compete with me in strength? You might practice for a thousand years, it won't help.'
Ziling controlled her wheelchair and entered the classroom, noticing a crowd gathered at the corner. Curious, she wheeled closer to the group. Luckily, some little brats moved aside out of a sense of sympathy, making way for her. As she approached, she realized that her brother Ye was inside. What was Ye doing?
The little brats' expressions toward Ye Yun changed. They could clearly see Fugui sweating heavily, shouting and straining, yet unable to move Ye Yun, who sat there smiling calmly. The scornful, disdainful, and dismissive looks turned into surprise. Who would have expected it to end this way?
Ye Yun exerted a little more force, and with a ‘thump' sound, Fugui's chubby hand was pressed firmly onto the table—Fugui lost.
‘You lost,' Ye Yun said, letting go of his hand, looking at the panting Fugui.
Fugui was very dissatisfied, but the fact was right in front of him, and he had no choice but to admit it. Standing up, he wanted to push through the crowd to leave. But his eyes immediately fell on the wheelchair in the crowd. Gritting his teeth, he strode forward and stood in front of Ziling.
‘I… I'm sorry,' Fugui lowered his head, thinking, *Oh my god! How embarrassing! So many classmates saw this. If I had known, I wouldn't have challenged him.*Ye Yun smiled; he could hear the sincerity in Fugui's voice when he apologized, so it seemed that this little chubby kid also had his redeeming qualities. But Ziling was completely confused and asked, "What are you sorry for?"
Fugui lowered his head even further. At this moment, it was still Ye Yun who helped him out: "It's nothing, just playing a game." Fugui kept his head down, glancing at Ye Yun with eyes full of gratitude. Without speaking the words aloud, he didn't feel completely embarrassed. This also meant that Ye Yun had already forgiven the little chubby kid.
Ye Yun still didn't tell Ziling the full story because he didn't want her to hear anyone calling her a cripple, which would make her very sad.
Just as Ye Yun stood up, a bunch of small kids surrounded him.
"Boss, you're amazing! Teach me!"
"Boss, I'll call you boss from now on. You're really strong."
"Yes, yes, Boss, you teach me too..."
"Boss..."
"..."
Finally, after sending the kids away, Ye Yun could return to his seat normally. He had said out loud all the things they should do—meditate daily, jump a hundred times every day, run every day. He hadn't expected the kids to actually believe him, returning to their seats reluctantly but gratefully, their dozens of gazes making the back of his neck crawl...
Especially Fugui: having personally experienced Ye Yun's strength, he firmly believed the so-called methods Ye Yun mentioned could increase his power.
Before class started, Ye Yun asked Ziling, "What did that guy just say to you?"
Ziling obviously found it funny to call Ye Yun a middle-aged man, but her voice was very quiet as she answered, "He said Ziling shouldn't play with Brother Ye, or grandpa will stop liking me..." She carefully glanced at Ye Yun to see that he wasn't angry.
Ye Yun smiled wryly; this girl was really obedient, answering whatever was asked. Couldn't she even deceive him a little?
Ye Yun said, "Then from now on, let's play together less, or your grandpa might get angry."
Ziling said anxiously and urgently, "No, Ziling wants to play with Brother Ye. Mom will like it if Brother Ye plays with Ziling, Grandpa doesn't love Ziling… Brother Ye, can you not ignore Ziling, please?" She looked at Ye Yun pitifully, her big eyes glistening with tears.This gave Ye Yun a headache. To be honest, he had never met Zi Ling's grandfather, and he didn't know what attitude the head of the Zhangjia International would hold toward his own granddaughter. If he continued to play with Zi Ling, who knows what that grandfather might do; but if he truly stopped playing with Zi Ling, he could manage that—but what about Zi Ling? Could she bear it?
Sighing, Ye Yun pressed his temples and showed a worried expression entirely inconsistent with his age. He said, "Zi Ling, be good. Brother Ye won't ignore you. Brother Ye will still play with you, understand?"
Zi Ling's previously pitiful expression vanished in an instant, and she said with a smile, "I knew Brother Ye was the best to Zi Ling. When I grow up, I must marry Brother Ye."
The corner of Ye Yun's mouth twitched. Women change their expressions faster than flipping a book, and he didn't expect a little girl to be even quicker, changing instantly... It seemed he had fallen into Zi Ling's trap. He didn't know whether what Zi Ling said was intentional or accidental. At such a young age, she was already thinking about marriage—what kind of ideas did Aunt Zhou Duoling teach her daughter?
Sighing crazily in his heart, the class bell rang amid his distress. Boring class again, it was starting once more...
