"Who the hell are you?"
When Huang Xiaojun heard the other party’s voice, which was especially indifferent and carried a disdainful tone, he was pissed off. He couldn’t believe how good they were at putting on airs. Right after the other party finished speaking, they hung up the call. Unable to hold back, Huang Xiaojun cursed aloud, "Damn it." Then, something occurred to him, and he muttered, "This guy calls me, saying Laozi wants to take revenge on Leng Xuan? Could it be that bumpkin’s name is Leng Xuan, from Class 2 of Senior Year Three?"
"Eh, yes, how did he know I lost to that bumpkin? Who the hell is this kid?" So he redialed the number, intending to intimidate the other party to prevent them from spreading this embarrassing incident. However, it turned out to be a public phone booth with no answer, which really frustrated Huang Xiaojun. He cursed a few times before turning his fury toward the bumpkin who had made a fool out of him.
With a sinister sneer, Huang Xiaojun said venomously, "Bumpkin, you’re dead meat!"
Outside of Tenglong High School, in a certain public phone booth, a tall, skinny teenager in a neat western suit and leather boots, with his sleeves slightly rolled up and one hand in his pocket, walked out slowly, his demeanor cool. He took a drag on his cigarette, then, with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth, said, "The game begins now, Leng Xuan!"
"Cough, cough, cough..." Suddenly, he coughed violently, then frowned and glanced at the cigarette that had barely burned down. He snorted and casually threw it away, walking on while saying, "Seriously, I don’t get what’s so good about smoking these things."
As Leng Xuan was driving Li Mengjie’s Ferrari, close to arriving at school, he heard Ling Xuejiu say, "Alright, Xuan, I don’t want our classmates to know about us. Let’s park the car around here. You can go ahead first, and Xiao Jie and I will follow."
Helpless, Xuan gave a wry smile and parked the car a bit farther from the school gate. Then he got out and went ahead. Back in class, most of the students were reviewing their lessons. However, a few girls noticed him and their eyes lit up as they started whispering among themselves, saying Xuan seemed to have gotten more handsome or something.
After Leng Xuan took his seat, Zhao Xiaotian immediately turned around, looking worried and said, "Brother Xuan, you’re finally here."
Leng Xuan’s expression changed slightly as he asked, "What’s happened?"
Zhao Xiaotian whispered, "Brother Xuan, you have no idea. Just a short while ago, one of Huang Xiaojun’s lackeys, Yellow Hair, came to our class and explicitly asked if you were in this class."
Leng Xuan’s eyebrows knitted slightly, and after a moment of thought, he said nonchalantly, "How would he know I’m in this class?"
Zhao Xiaotian shook his head, "I have no clue!"
"Oh," said Leng Xuan. He had a vague feeling that someone was following him when he went to the cafeteria with Zhao Xiaotian the day before, but he didn’t think too much of it at the time. Now, hearing Zhao Xiaotian mention it, he suddenly felt that person might have deliberately followed him. If that was the case, it wasn’t out of the question that this person knew Huang Xiaojun and had gone to snitch after Leng Xuan had dealt with Huang Xiaojun.
However, this thought was fleeting in his mind. Huang Xiaojun, he really didn’t take him seriously. What intrigued him was the person who had managed to follow him and make it difficult for him to detect; that person had some real skill!
Zhao Xiaotian saw that Leng Xuan had gone silent and thought he was scared, so he suggested, "Brother Xuan, it’s better to swallow your pride than to let yourself be in danger. I think it’s best if you hide outside for a bit. When Huang Xiaojun and his gang arrive and can’t find you, they will naturally leave. Then I’ll give you a call, and you can come back."