The next morning
Unexpectedly, Zhang Ze, whose face was covered with bandages, appeared at the podium at eight o'clock as an auditor.
Huo Cifeng looked up, his fingers twitching slightly. He knew very well that Zhang Ze was the last person he wanted to see.
I thought Zhang Ze would be different in this world, but in the end, he still changed.
He became the Zhang Ze I remembered.
He didn't really want to recall his past life, but Zhang Ze's face was stimulating him, and memories flooded back like a tide.
He knew that although his current mother was also strict, she wouldn't punish him like Lin Lan had. She wouldn't withhold food if he couldn't do his homework, nor would she lock him in a dark room with rats, and his little toe wouldn't be bitten off...
Lin Lan taught him from a very young age that he must keep all power in his own hands, because only by possessing endless wealth could he live a carefree life.
In his previous life, it wasn't until he was in prison that he realized all his efforts were in vain; no one cared whether he was doing well or how much he accomplished.
The only person who cared about his grades from beginning to end was Lin Lan. Even Zhang Ze, who was always around him, had his own agenda. He had countless opportunities to kill Zhang Ze, but he hesitated.
After all, it was the first time he had ever seen a pair of eyes that were completely devoted to him.
But now, the eyes that were smiling at him from the podium made him feel extremely hurt.
He calmly withdrew his gaze.
The teacher's expression was unreadable; she simply said sternly, "You're welcome to attend the class, but you're not allowed to daydream. Go find a seat."
Zhang Ze's story had already spread throughout the school forum. Everyone knew that the two had clashed because of Young Master Huo, but few people mentioned the name Huo. After the word spread, Zhang Ze became a madman that no one in the school dared to mess with.
Because this madman dared to disregard the Song Family's status and dragged the school bully Song Ziming into his mess.
For the Song Family, Song Ziming was never a good heir. It is said that after returning home last night, Song Ziming was whipped by his father all night. Normally, even if it was a student fight, the head of the Song Family would not use such a harsh method. It seems that Song Ziming has really bitten off more than he can chew this time.
This made Zhang Ze's identity even more mysterious.
Before they even saw him, they heard his voice. Now that they know Zhang Ze, this madman, has come to their class, they can no longer laugh.
Teacher Zhu tone was becoming more gentle during his "Introduction to Art" class, said, "Alright, let's begin."
Lu Qingyan's knuckles were white as he held the pen. He pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth, pondering how to torment Zhang Ze, this annoying troublemaker.
Who knew this guy would dare to chase him here? He turned to look at Huo Cifeng's face again; it was still so handsome... In short, he couldn't read his expression.
Zhang Ze, wounded in battle, had bandages on his nose and cheeks.
He sat down behind Lu Qingyan, leaning forward to get closer to Lu Qingyan, and said from behind, "If you dare to touch him even a little bit, be prepared to bear the consequences. You can try if you don't believe me."
As he spoke, his cool tone swept over Lu Qingyan's nape, instantly sending shivers down the spine.
Damn it, that bastard Zhang Ze dared to threaten him! He's got a death wish!
How could he possibly be intimidated by Zhang Ze's tone?
He rubbed his arms with both hands, then chuckled. This guy really is a madman; does he think he'd listen to such nonsense?
How naive.
After hearing the gist of the conversation, Huo Cifeng took a deep breath and decided to talk to Zhang Ze after class, since the young Lu Qingyan was no match for Zhang Ze.
After school on the rooftop
Huo Cifeng looked at his face. Although Zhang Ze reminded him of the past, thankfully his heart no longer felt any turmoil. He had broken free of his shackles, that's right.
A smile gradually spread across Zhang Ze's face.
Huo Cifeng coldly replied, "I'm telling you again, please stay away from my life and my friends. Lu Qingyan is my childhood friend. If you dare to mess with him, I won't let you off the hook."
Besides, I don't know what you're misunderstanding, and your eyes disgust me.
Huo Cifeng's cold words were like an icicle, chilling and piercing Zhang Ze's heart. Even though he was bleeding profusely, he still couldn't get any pity or sympathy from Huo Cifeng's eyes.
His smile was dry and strained. He walked step by step toward Huo Cifeng, took his hand, and slowly knelt down. His eyes were red, and his voice was hoarse and low. " Xiao Feng, I was wrong. I don't ask for your forgiveness... but can you let me stay by your side? I was too foolish, too arrogant, too self-righteous before. I really know I was wrong. I'm sorry, Xiao Feng... please." His voice choked, as if he was about to cry at any moment.
The icy autumn wind blew past, brushing against my face and neck, making me feel extremely cold.
Huo Cifeng's heart was like a dormant volcano, devoid of passion and uninterested in anything.
He glanced coldly at his hand, which had been gripped so tightly it had turned white, and slowly withdrew it. "I don't know what you're talking about. If you have a mental illness, stay away from others. Also, if you dare to lay a hand on anyone around me, feel free to try. I'll be happy to oblige."
Zhang Ze's hand was suddenly empty. He stared at the departing figure, his expression blank for a moment, as if he was thinking about something. Suddenly, his bloodshot eyes lit up with laughter, and he lay down on the floor, laughing out loud at the blinding sky.
Originally, I was just testing whether this was his Xiao Feng, but it turned out to be true. If I hadn't been by his side for so many years, I really wouldn't have noticed the habitual pauses in his speech.
It turns out that he remembered everything about Xiao Feng perfectly.
"Hahaha... See you tomorrow, Xiao Feng."
The Xiao Pang classmate, who had been huddled in a corner of the rooftop, was terrified, fearing that if he were discovered, his body would be destroyed.
Only after the footsteps faded into the distance did he breathe a sigh of relief, wipe away his sweat, and pat his heart.
He stood up, his legs feeling a little numb, and tried to go downstairs, only to find Zhang Ze standing at the door, looking at him as if he were a dead man.
Xiao Pang was so frightened that his legs went weak and he almost knelt down and called for his father, but he still mustered his courage and said tremblingly, " Zhang Ze, really! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to eavesdrop! I swear I won't tell anyone!"
Zhang Ze looked at the oval-shaped fat man and sneered, "You'd better be... well, you can try."
The Xiao Pang's hands were trembling. "No, no, don't worry, I... I'll go now."
He kept walking downstairs with his nearly numb legs; if he hadn't been holding onto the railing, he would have tumbled down.
He was terrified that Zhang Ze would change his mind, but little did he know that Zhang Ze, this madman, would have such a sinister and chilling look in his eyes.
Zhang Ze picked up his bag, slung it over his back, and walked home.
He lives very close by; it's less than a kilometer away.