The pool hall was small and privately run, so it was not particularly aboveboard.
Eight pool tables stood in the room. Beneath the white lights, a crowd of thugs with tattoo sleeves and jackets occupied the corners, some smoking, some playing cards, and others on their phones.
Only the table on the far right was actually in use. A crowd surrounded it, constantly cheering and jeering over the clack of the balls. The whole place was a smoky mess.
The moment Ma Xiaoding reached the door and saw the situation inside, he swallowed his tough talk. His swaggering challenge wilted in an instant.
"Brother Yu..." Ma Xiaoding turned back pitifully, his face scrunched up. "Th-there are so many people. How about we wait until we catch him alone next time?"
You've already opened the door. You think you can still leave?
You came to beat someone up without even checking how many people he had?
Song Yu's mouth twitched. From behind, he kicked Ma Xiaoding straight in the backside.
"And you were your middle school's school bully?"
He was genuinely the lamest school bully Song Yu had ever seen.
Ma Xiaoding lost his grip on the door and stumbled forward, landing right in front of everyone.
His sudden appearance naturally attracted plenty of attention.
Cigarettes between their fingers, the thugs looked over through hooded eyes. None of their gazes were particularly friendly.
Inside the pool hall was a small lounge bar playing soft music. Cool-colored lights washed over everyone's faces.
Ma Xiaoding almost cried. He was only a high school student. Where was he supposed to find the courage to act like a big shot in front of these grown street punks?
He instinctively glanced back, swallowed, and felt his legs tremble.
...Could he run away now?
A young man with dreadlocks stubbed out his cigarette. Seeing his panic, he whistled mockingly. "Wrong place, kid? The internet café's upstairs. This isn't somewhere good students should be."
Ma Xiaoding did not dare answer him. His eyes kept darting toward Song Yu for help.
Song Yu glanced at him and said flatly, "Pathetic."
He stepped forward, replacing Ma Xiaoding as the center of attention.
The boy stood tall and straight in a white shirt and black trousers. His hair and eyes were light brown, his lashes long and curled, his skin smooth. At first glance, he looked gentle and harmless, but when he lifted his eyelids slightly and swept his gaze over them, viciousness and defiance seeped out despite himself. His presence was confrontational.
"Looking for your mommy, kid?"
The dreadlocked man paid their group no mind at all, grinning as he mocked them.
Song Yu could not be bothered with him. Turning his head, he asked Ma Xiaoding, "Which one is Zhu Zhixing?"
Ma Xiaoding was still dazed.
Song Yu repeated, "Which one is Zhu Zhixing?"
Hearing the chill in his voice, Ma Xiaoding shakily rose onto his toes to look around. But there were too many people here, and it was too noisy. He craned his neck for ages without spotting Zhu Zhixing.
The dreadlocked man clicked his tongue, displeased at being ignored. He stood with a humorless smile. "Well, if you're not looking for Mommy, that's easy. Big brother will help you look."
He apparently held some standing among these thugs. Nobody beside him dared speak when he moved, and the noisy room quieted slightly.
The dreadlocked man shouted toward the back, "Zhu Zhixing! Who's Zhu Zhixing? Get your ass out here! Someone's come looking for you!"
Just then, applause, cheers, and whistles erupted around the crowded pool table. The crisp, pleasant click of cue against ball rang out. Apparently, someone had made a beautiful shot.
The dreadlocked man's voice still stood out amid the commotion.
Several people beside the table heard him and turned toward the entrance. A gap opened between them, revealing the final black ball wobbling across the green felt toward a corner pocket.
Ma Xiaoding's eyes finally worked for once. Peering through the gap, he pointed at a short, skinny boy standing in the farthest corner and shouted, "Brother Yu! That bastard Zhu Zhixing's over there!"
Zhu Zhixing's eyes widened abruptly at his name. He looked over, and the instant he saw Ma Xiaoding, his expression turned utterly ugly.
Thunk.
The black ball dropped into the pocket.
The game was over.
A man who looked to be in his twenties, wearing a plaid shirt, straightened up by the table and leisurely wiped his cue.
The dreadlocked man clapped and walked forward. "Old Chen, some kids have come looking for someone. Aren't you going to help them find him? Keep them waiting and they'll cry."
The man in plaid had single-lidded eyes, thin lips, and a nose piercing. He looked thoroughly unapproachable, and his words were just as harsh. He glanced over. "Looking for someone, my ass. Tell them to get lost!"
The dreadlocked man laughed, unsurprised. "Come on, that's not very nice. Since they're here, I think we should keep them around to play."
Seeing his enemy, Ma Xiaoding burned with anger. He wanted to charge over, drag Zhu Zhixing outside, and beat him up.
Forgetting his fear, he told Song Yu, "Brother Yu, that's the bastard! He insulted you and Xie Sui! And came up with that disgusting, vicious idea."
Zhu Zhixing stood beside a boy whose clothes and appearance resembled the man in plaid. He glared fiercely at Ma Xiaoding, then stood on tiptoe and whispered in the boy's ear.
The boy wore No. 1 High's uniform and had hair dyed every color imaginable. He was most likely the second-year school bully Zhu Zhixing had sucked up to.
Zhu Zhixing looked sleazy to begin with. He gave Ma Xiaoding a venomous, snakelike glance.
Chen Zhijie raised his eyebrows, his contemptuous gaze settling on Ma Xiaoding. "That's the one giving you trouble?"
Zhu Zhixing immediately embellished the story with fawning eagerness. "That's him. He was a troublemaker at our middle school, used to doing whatever he wanted. He even said he'd take your position as school bully when he came to No. 1 High."
Chen Zhijie scoffed, his eyes practically overflowing with contempt. "Who the hell does he think he is?"
He walked over to the man in plaid. "Brother, don't rush to throw them out. They're all my schoolmates."
His gaze landed on them, and a malicious smile curled his lips.
"They're here to pick a fight. Now that they're in, they think they can leave that easily?"
The atmosphere in the room instantly turned icy.
The dreadlocked man joined in. "See, Old Chen? Your little brother's much better at handling people than you."
The thugs burst into laughter.
"Schoolmates here to pick a fight?"
"Hahahahaha! They came to us!"
"They must be here to crack jokes."
"I'll shut the door."
A thug sitting by the entrance laughed gleefully, crushed his cigarette underfoot, and hooked the door shut with his foot. Then he stood there. "Don't leave so soon today, kids."
Ma Xiaoding's followers instantly went deathly pale.
Ultimately, they were only fifteen-year-old high school students who had never left their ivory tower. Faced with these people, they instinctively felt afraid. Now, backed into this corner, they were stupefied.
The dreadlocked man smiled, his face full of ill intent.
The man in plaid slowly narrowed his small eyes.
Chen Zhijie continued, "Following us all the way here, you must really want to have a little match. I hear you're looking for Zhu Zhixing?"
Ma Xiaoding gritted his teeth and threw caution to the wind.
If even he got scared now, what would happen?
Considering himself highly responsible, Ma Xiaoding blustered, "Yes! It's a personal grudge between me and Zhu Zhixing. Hand him over, and we'll leave right away!"
"..." Song Yu.
This idiot.
A moment later, just as expected, everyone in the room burst into unrestrained mockery.
The dreadlocked man laughed especially hard, bracing himself against the pool table and wiping his eyes. "Kid, you still haven't figured out what's happening. It's not about whether you want to leave. It's about whether you and your little followers can leave."
Ma Xiaoding was genuinely frightened now, bitterly regretting dragging Brother Yu into this.
His palms sweated, and his voice trembled. "I..."
Chen Zhijie laughed too, though not quite so exaggeratedly.
He said, "How about this? You are my juniors, after all. I won't make things difficult. Let's play a game tonight."
"If you beat me, I'll let you go and hand Zhu Zhixing over too. If you lose, you run out under the flag during Monday's flag-raising ceremony and bark like a dog. How's that?"
Song Yu could not bear watching anymore. He wanted to pull Ma Xiaoding back and take over himself. But a hand settled on his shoulder. It was Xie Sui's.
Song Yu paused and turned his head.
Xie Sui's expression had not changed. Under the cold light, his exquisite features looked even more removed from the mortal world.
Barking like a dog during the flag-raising ceremony.
That meant losing every shred of dignity before the entire school. Besides, Ma Xiaoding had been someone of standing in middle school.
For a fifteen-year-old boy, it was a tremendous humiliation.
Ma Xiaoding's face flushed red with anger, his fists clenched. But he had only his own recklessness to blame for dragging everyone into this. Gritting his teeth, he glared over.
"What are we playing?"
Chen Zhijie said to the man in plaid, "Brother, let me borrow the place."
The man in plaid looked at them as though watching elementary schoolers fight. Folding his arms, he stepped back and lifted his chin.
"Go ahead."
Chen Zhijie stripped off his uniform jacket, picked up a cue, and grinned smugly at Ma Xiaoding. "Snooker. Know how to play?"
The thugs watched with anticipation. This pool hall belonged to Chen Zhijie's older brother, and Chen Zhijie had picked up the game through constant exposure. He might not be an advanced player, but he could handle beginners with ease. This was blatantly unfair competition, but the unlucky bastard had to play now, whether he knew how or not.
Ma Xiaoding was dumbfounded.
He could play pool, but he usually played eight-ball and nine-ball. He had never touched snooker.
Song Yu's gaze passed through the crowd and settled solely on Zhu Zhixing.
He was short and skinny, with a face covered in acne, sleazy features, and a shrinking manner.
Meeting Song Yu's gaze, he did not even dare lift his head, silently moving behind Chen Zhijie instead.
Despicable, cowardly, vicious.
And someone like this had caused Xie Sui's three-year middle school nightmare.
He had even tried to target Xie Sui's grandmother.
Song Yu had originally thought that since Xie Sui had moved on, there was no need to pursue it. But while Xie Sui was kind and forgiving, some people would never mend their ways. Besides, perhaps Xie Sui was still owed an apology, an explanation.
Song Yu turned back and told Xie Sui evenly, "Take them back."
Xie Sui lowered his eyes and stared at him.
Song Yu stepped forward, pressed a hand against Ma Xiaoding's shoulder, and dragged him back.
Ma Xiaoding's eyes widened. Guilty and worried, he did not quite understand, but he still instinctively trusted Brother Yu.
Song Yu stood calmly beneath the lights, but the smile on his lips was cold. "I'll play you. But I'm changing the rules."
Chen Zhijie thought nothing of the scholarly-looking Song Yu. Flicking his hand, he smirked. "You think you're in any position to negotiate with us?"
"Why wouldn't I be?"
Song Yu suddenly reached out and grabbed the other end of the cue. In two strides, he pulled Chen Zhijie in front of him and seized his clothes.
His smile was roguish and cold. "You could try having your whole gang fight me."
The watching thugs lost their amusement, their expressions growing serious.
From the sheer efficiency of Song Yu's move, they could tell at a glance that he had trained.
"You-"
Chen Zhijie flushed red, feeling utterly humiliated. He wanted to struggle, but the hand gripping his collar was like iron, tightening until his breathing grew labored and he almost suffocated.
The dreadlocked man stepped forward, apparently intending to pull them apart. Song Yu had already taken the cue from Chen Zhijie. He raised his arm, stopping its tip one centimeter short of the dreadlocked man's eyeball.
The dreadlocked man instantly froze.
He stared fixedly at Song Yu's profile.
But Song Yu was not even looking at him. That very nonchalance made him all the more frightening.
Song Yu said, "I'm taking Zhu Zhixing away today, no matter what. There's no need to include him in the rules."
"So we're changing them. If I win, you bark under the flag. If I lose, I'll accept the punishment. Humiliate others, and others will humiliate you. I'm teaching you that lesson today."
Given room to breathe, Chen Zhijie backed away, burning with rage. "Brother! I'm not playing! Kill him!"
The man in plaid lost his casual expression too. He stepped forward menacingly. "You're pretty damn arrogant, brat."
Song Yu raised an eyebrow and smiled without much modesty. "I do all right." As always, he had never lacked for fights anyway.
"You motherf-"
The hot-tempered man in plaid's expression changed, and he swung a fist straight at him.
Naturally, the others did not stand there stupidly. They rushed him together from every direction, intending to pin Song Yu down.
"Brother Yu!"
Ma Xiaoding's expression changed drastically. He charged forward, roaring, "Do you know who he is? Touch him, and there'll be no place for you in Jing City!"
Furious enough to cough blood, the dreadlocked man grabbed Ma Xiaoding on the outskirts and sneered. "What century is this? You're still trying that? On my turf, I wouldn't be scared even if the king of heaven himself showed up."
"Brother Yu!"
Ma Xiaoding was furious and frantic! In his mind, Song Yu had always been a porcelain doll, the kind that shattered at a touch.
If anything happened to him, how would he explain it to his father? The Meng Family had saved their family's lives. How would he face Old Madam Meng?
The dreadlocked man shouted behind him, "Hold these brats down! Don't let them help!"
Ma Xiaoding was so frantic his eyes almost reddened. He struggled hard against the dreadlocked man's hold. "Fucking let go! The Meng Family! Mess with him, and you're messing with the Meng Family!"
The dreadlocked man scoffed.
In truth, to ordinary people, the Meng Family was too remote a name. Anyone outside that circle would not know much about them.
Ma Xiaoding was filled with despair and bitter regret. He should never have called Brother Yu over without understanding anything first. This time, he had kicked an iron plate.
Xie Sui was not particularly anxious. He stood to one side, his dark eyes deep, cold as first snow, yet intent. He kept feeling... this kid would bring him a great many surprises.
A melee erupted beside the pool table.
"Arrogant little fuck!"
"I'll teach you to act tough-ah!"
But the screams came from the young men. The sound of an arm breaking accompanied the shrieks.
The kicks were brutally fierce, seemingly carrying gusts of wind.
Looking at them, Song Yu remembered his own rebellious, unrestrained school days.
He had been born into a good family in his original world, a third-generation red descendant raised in a military compound. Neither his fighting skills nor his fitness was lacking. After he encountered kidnappers as a child, his family had paid even more attention to his self-defense training.
Although later, during his chuunibyou phase, he had used all of it to throw his weight around as a school bully.
But Song Yu really could take on this whole group of thugs alone. They relied on numbers to look intimidating, but were actually useless and afraid to die.
Now that he lived at school, he did not have to worry about Grandma Meng getting upset at the sight of blood.
Song Yu struck with even fewer restraints.
Ma Xiaoding and the others were scared senseless.
They stared blankly at the boy beside the pool table under the cold light.
He fought with fluid ease, a cue in his hand. One came, he beat one; two came, he beat the pair. His strength was astonishing, and no one could restrain him. His blows were fast and vicious, like a wild wolf.
Song Yu kicked someone away, a cold sneer on his lips, and gripped Plaid Shirt by the neck, slamming his head onto the pool table.
In the end, the thugs feared death more than anything. After seeing the miserable state of the men up front, they exchanged looks and dared not advance, no matter how desperately Plaid Shirt roared.
"Motherfucker!"
Plaid Shirt had never imagined that a boy who looked so frail could have such strength. He nearly ground his teeth to pieces in rage. "I've still got people who haven't come out! You won't make it out that door alive."
Song Yu clicked his tongue and smiled. "Buddy, have you figured out the situation yet? This isn't about whether you'll let us leave. It's about whether I feel like leaving."
"Good thing you locked the door."
He pressed down harder, smashing Plaid Shirt's head into the pool table again. Amid the young man's screams, Song Yu smiled. "With a little brother like yours, you're probably no better. Today, we've come to shut the door and beat the dogs."
His lips curled at those last words, a startling edge of viciousness in his eyes.
Plaid Shirt roared, "Heizi!! Heizi!! Get the fuck out here!! Get out here!!"
The fighting outside was in full swing, but music still blared from the little lounge bar inside the pool hall. Plaid Shirt's roar nearly shook the entire floor.
At last, there was movement inside.
"What the fuck is it? I was having a nice game of cards."
Several people emerged from the lounge bar, cursing.
Plaid Shirt's little eyes brimmed with malice. "You want to fight me? My brothers are all here, and they use real knives when they fight! You're fucking done!"
Real knives?
Song Yu smiled indifferently. "Someone told me that last time, too. They ended up sitting in a police station. Let me see whose knife is faster."
"What's going on?"
A group came down the passage from the lounge bar, sporting dazzling hair in every color. The red hair of the man in front billowed as he walked, the scar across his face particularly conspicuous.
Song Yu looked over.
Red Hair looked back.
"..."
"..."
Old acquaintances met again.
A long silence followed.
Plaid Shirt slammed the table in fury. "Someone's come to wreck my place! You eat and drink here for free every day, so why aren't you coming over to kill these little bastards?!"
Red Hair stood motionless, staring at Song Yu's face.
Song Yu smiled first. "Well, hello, sons."
Red Hair and the rainbow-haired men behind him: "..."
The beating Xie Sui had given them in the alley last time still haunted them. He hadn't even blinked when a knife pierced his arm. They had been beaten and stabbed, then sent to jail, forced to swallow all their grievances.
And looking at Song Yu's current stance, and the bunch of frightened trash beside him,
they knew this one was no pushover either.
Both of them were troublemakers.
They fought viciously, recklessly, and called the cops. And they were fucking minors.
Fresh out of jail, Red Hair truly never wanted to see Song Yu again.
Plaid Shirt was bewildered by the atmosphere.
Red Hair stared at the scene before him for a long time, unsure what to do.
Glancing behind him, he saw that some of his lackeys were still injured. At the sight of Song Yu, they all instinctively backed away a little, as though they had seen a plague god.
Red Hair: "..."
Song Yu had already released Plaid Shirt.
Plaid Shirt no longer had the energy to swagger up to him. He backed away, gasping for breath.
Chen Zhijie was the same, his face drained of color.
After catching his breath, Plaid Shirt pointed at Song Yu and roared at Red Hair, "Him! That one! Aren't you lot the big shots of Lianyun Street?! Now you're scared to deal with one high school kid?! This little bastard came to wreck my place!"
Red Hair's mouth twitched, making the scar on his face look even more menacing. "Came to wreck the place, huh..."
Everyone in the room held their breath and stared, only to hear Red Hair turn his head and slowly tell Plaid Shirt, "...How about we call the cops?"
At those words, even the air went still.
Plaid Shirt puffed up like a pufferfish with rage. He wanted nothing more than to slap Red Hair across the face, but he still had some reason left. "Call the cops? So they can come arrest all of us?"
Red Hair's expression stiffened for a few seconds. The emotion in his eyes was plain: I don't want any part of this.
Every thug in the room, including those lying sprawled on the floor and groaning, now wore the same bewildered, frightened expression.
They had thought a lamb had walked into a tiger's den. Instead, they had invited a wolf into their home.
It was easy to invite a god in, but hard to send one away. Now this plague god was staying right here!
The man with dreadlocks was also stunned by this turn of events, and his grip on Ma Xiaoding unconsciously loosened.
Ma Xiaoding's expression wasn't much better. He rubbed his eyes furiously, afraid he was dreaming.
Holy shit! Brother Yu was this badass?
Though Chen Zhijie considered himself No. 1 High's school tyrant, he had earned that reputation by bullying classmates with a gang of lackeys, relying on strength in numbers.
Never mind Song Yu-he couldn't beat even one of Red Hair's lackeys. Faced with this scene, he went pale and hid behind his brother, not daring to speak.
As for Zhu Zhixing, who served as his lackey,
he was already so terrified he nearly fainted.
Bracing a hand against the table, Song Yu smoothly vaulted up to sit on it. Holding the cue, he smiled at Red Hair. "I hear you use real knives in fights?"
"The kind that draw blood?"
Red Hair: "..."
At that moment, even the scar on his face seemed to carry a sense of world-weariness.
"Boss, what do we do..."
Green Hair shakily stepped forward and asked, trembling.
Red Hair turned back to look at him, utterly despondent.
He didn't want to say anything.
He wanted to light a cigarette.
Plaid Shirt's eyes widened in disbelief. "You're actually scared of him?! He's just some high school brat!"
Red Hair shot him a vicious look. He had been a street tyrant, after all, and that ferocity was still there.
Under his glare, Plaid Shirt's throat tightened, choking back his words. He fell silent, merely glaring fixedly at Song Yu, his face red.
Both times Red Hair had encountered Song Yu, they had gone out of their way to cause trouble, only to bring trouble upon themselves.
Now that Song Yu had come to wreck the place, despair flooded through him like a river.
Grinding his teeth, he struggled to force out a smile fit for facing his father's murderer. "Hey there... kid."
Song Yu smiled, stroking the cue as he replied politely, "Don't, little brother. I'm not here to fight you today, so don't try getting chummy with me."
Red Hair: "..."
Everyone: So. Fucking. Arrogant!
In Ma Xiaoding's mind, Song Yu's image shattered and rebuilt itself, transforming from a helpless clay bodhisattva into a living King of Hell.
Brother Yu was fucking awesome!
Look at that sitting posture, that tone, that cold, roguish smile. Ma Xiaoding felt that his three years as a middle-school tyrant had been nothing but playing house.
Song Yu lifted his chin, his gaze landing on Chen Zhijie. His lips curved, his tone slow and mocking. "Snooker. Up for it? Am I qualified to set the stakes now?"
Am I qualified?
A stinging slap across the face.
Chen Zhijie lowered his head, trembling all over. Without a word, he hid himself in the shadows.
Red Hair looked from side to side and more or less figured out the situation. He coughed, trying hard to soften his voice, hypnotizing himself into believing he was an understanding older brother.
"Oh, come on! I thought it was something serious! Isn't this just a little disagreement between classmates? How did it get this far?"
But with his fearsome looks, trying to appear warm and approachable only made him look twisted and sinister. Everyone watching felt their hair stand on end.
Red Hair slapped a hand onto Chen Zhijie's shoulder, making his whole body shake. He pursed his lips, then smiled. "Little Chen, your Brother Hei has to say something here. You go to the same school. Won't you need to support each other once you're out in society? Come on, if there's a misunderstanding, apologize. If there isn't, explain things clearly. Go shake hands with your classmate, and we'll call this settled! Then everyone can sit down, play some pool, and have a good drink."
Chen Zhijie: "..."
Plaid Shirt: "..."
Everyone: "..."
A fucking street tyrant, and instead of harassing little girls and robbing middle schoolers, you're here smoothing things over like some nagging mother?!!
It was Red Hair's first time doing this. The more the people around him stared, the more uneasy he felt. Finally, his embarrassment turned to anger, and he gave up.
He kicked the table, revealing his true colors. "Then what the fuck do you want me to do?! He just sent me to the station last time! If you can't beat him, don't you know to run?! Fuck this, I'm done! Lüzi, we're leaving!"
Plaid Shirt nearly died of anger. "You-!"
Chen Zhijie paled, lowering his head as his shoulders slumped further.
Red Hair stared straight ahead without so much as glancing at Song Yu. Recognizing neither friend nor family, he strode to the door, shoved aside the thug blocking it, and left, cursing.
His lackeys swallowed and scurried after him, ignoring Plaid Shirt's furious curses. They didn't want to spend another moment in the same room as this plague god.
But they still swaggered as they left, looking down their noses at everyone.
Once the door shut,
"Whoa!!"
Thump, thump, thump. Rapid footsteps sounded outside as they raced downstairs.
Every step conveyed liberation and delight.
Inside the room,
"..."
Ma Xiaoding's admiration for Song Yu rose another level. His eyes practically sparkled.
Xie Sui stood in the shadows, silently watching Song Yu, his deep black eyes calm and thoughtful.
Things had reached a stalemate.
Everything was now in Song Yu's hands. Whether he pressed forward or took a step back, no one else could interfere.
At last, Ma Xiaoding could hold his head high. Having just been humiliated and mocked by these people, he hurried forward excitedly, his voice louder now. "Brother Yu!"
Were they going to do something big now? Leave a legend on this street forever?!!
Deep in his chuunibyou phase, Ma Xiaoding rubbed his hands eagerly.
Instead, he saw his Brother Yu hop down from the table and toss the cue behind him.
With effortless grace, he ignored both Plaid Shirt and Chen Zhijie and advanced toward the corner, his gaze fixed on Zhu Zhixing, who was practically trying to squeeze into a crack in the wall.
Today was undoubtedly a nightmare for Zhu Zhixing. The most terrifying, most hopeless day of his life.
Even being targeted by an evil spirit couldn't have been as terrifying as this.
Song Yu said, "You're Zhu Zhixing?"
Zhu Zhixing's legs gave out, and he collapsed to the floor in terror, his eyes wide and unfocused. Only two words remained in his mind: It's over.
Plaid Shirt froze as well. Just a moment ago, he had been racking his brains for a way to send this plague god away.
He had never expected that Song Yu hadn't taken them seriously at all.
Ma Xiaoding followed him over.
Song Yu cast an indifferent glance at Zhu Zhixing on the floor and ordered, "Take him outside."
Ma Xiaoding no longer defined himself as a knight, just a lackey. At Song Yu's words, he grinned theatrically. "You got it!"
As Song Yu passed Chen Zhijie, he paused, his long fingers resting on the pool table. He turned his head expressionlessly, light shimmering in his pale eyes, cold and sharp. His lips curved into a smile. "Chen Zhijie? School tyrant?"
"Can you only prop up that little bit of vanity by trampling on other people?"
Chen Zhijie didn't even dare breathe loudly.
Song Yu tapped the table and smiled. "Don't mess with me, dumbass."
"If I see this again, I'll use your head as a pool ball."
"..."