Qin Siyang thought for a moment, then asked, "Principal Zhao, what do you think of the name Qin Longfei?"
Zhao Longfei took a calm drag on his cigarette without looking at Qin Siyang. "Are you in such a hurry to be reincarnated because you have nothing left to live for?"
"...Uh, no, no. I was just joking."
"Oh."
Qin Siyang asked curiously, "This is the first time I've seen you being so generous. Sounds like you have a blood feud with this guy?"
Zhao Longfei had long since grown used to Qin Siyang's perceptiveness, which far exceeded that of his peers. He admitted bluntly, "Pretty much."
"If he's your enemy, you can have the body. I'm short on Sequence Potions and money, but the Zhao Family isn't exactly well-off right now either. We can talk about compensation later."
"Xiao Qin, I really appreciate your consideration for the Zhao Family, but this time is different. Whether it's me, my elder brother, or my younger sister, we'll all insist that you ask for something. Otherwise, we won't be able to rest easy."
Zhao Longfei spoke with absolute seriousness. This was the first time Qin Siyang had seen him being so generous, to the point that he seemed almost unfamiliar. Usually, he carried himself with a casually domineering air, as though he could laugh anything off.
But now, there was something heavy in his voice, as though he bore a deep, unshakable obsession.
"Can I ask who this man was?"
Zhao Longfei fell silent for a moment, gazing at the road ahead as though looking back through the years, into a long-buried past.
"Our parents died when the three of us were young. We were poor, so my elder brother and I dropped out of school early. I became a street punk in