"If you've got what it takes, use your grades to slap me in the face! Come on! You got the guts?"
Old Jia clamored, slapping the desk until it crackled. Old Jia of the Electric Current truly lived up to his name. Once his voltage rose, his face turned utterly ferocious, his features vicious and ugly, with not the slightest trace of elegance. Shi Tiexin was speechless and shifted slightly aside to dodge the flying spittle.
He wanted to turn around and leave, but Old Jia had ultimately come to urge him to study. It would not do to be so rude.
If it had been someone else, they might have tossed him into the Trash Class and never bothered with him again, wishing problem students would stay as far away as possible. The fact that Old Jia had come over to spit at him was, in truth, well-intentioned.
But goodwill was goodwill—did Old Tie not need to save face? Did he deserve to get spat at?
In your dreams!
So Shi Tiexin spent a full two minutes drafting a thousand-word speech in his mind. Then he opened his mouth, ready to fire back and spray Old Jia into retreat—
"I'm studying."
That was it.
Yes, that was it again!
He practically wanted to cry!
Yet Old Jia stopped his furious spraying and gave Shi Tiexin a puzzled look. "You're studying?"
This kid had always been a man of few words. And because he spoke so little, every word he did say seemed especially weighty. It was really just a habitual way of thinking—given Shi Tiexin's appearance and that big-shot aura, people naturally felt that every drop of spit from his mouth was a nail, every word carried enormous weight.
So Old Jia believed him a little and pressed on