At Wuhua No. 2 Middle School, in the hallway outside the classroom, several students who looked like gangsters stood with their hands in their pockets, idly shooting the breeze.
"That dumbass Fei Zhengtao thinks he's so high and mighty just because his grades are good. I only asked him for the answers because I was doing him a favor." The gang leader thought about how the grades might be posted soon, and his anger flared up again.
One of the other punks was good at sucking up. Sensing his boss's mood, he hurriedly said, "Brother Cong, how about we teach Fei Zhengtao another lesson and blow off some steam?"
The gang leader was just about to answer when he saw Fei Zhengtao coming out of the restroom. He grinned viciously. "Good! Today, we'll make him kneel and sing 'Conquer'!"
He rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck, striking a pose like a fighting expert in a movie. Then he sauntered over to Fei Zhengtao, stopped in front of him, and lifted his chin. "Get inside."
Class was about to start, and the smokers had already dispersed. There weren't many people in the restroom, making it the perfect place to teach him a lesson.
As Fei Zhengtao looked at the gang leader's chin, raised high as he "looked down" at him, and at the two delinquent students beside him, grinning maliciously, he found himself holding a short baton and feeling calmer than ever before.
In the past, at a time like this, his heart would surely have raced. He would have been at a loss, filled with fear, knowing that fighting back would only get him beaten. He wouldn't have been able to think through what to do, and in the end, he would have been hurt both physically and emotionally.