Zhao Yuan wasn't much better off either; he was in the middle of a fight asking him what the textbook was for.
Then Qin Chu asked again, "Did you bring your Moral Education textbook?"
The group of students at the alley entrance waited for a long time, but still no result came. These well-behaved students, who had been good since childhood, finally mustered up their courage. A few boys found some sticks or bricks on the ground and carefully walked into the alley.
Unable to find any tools, they picked up their schoolbags, which were heavy enough to kill someone.
The alley was dark and deep. They crouched down and took a few steps, but couldn't help but want to turn back. Mustering their courage, they walked a little further and finally heard a sound.
Upon hearing this voice, the student representative walking in front was even a little stunned, wondering if this alley was some kind of magic door and if he had traveled through time.
"Damn it, did you hear that?" The class monitor nudged the other student, his leg trembling slightly. "Why the hell did I hear the sound of students reading aloud?"
The sports committee member swallowed hard: "I...I heard it too! And I recognize that phrase..."
The students present looked at each other in bewilderment, and one of them couldn't help but recite along with them: "Prosperity, democracy, civility, harmony [1]..."
Author's Note:
Minors should not study this; if they encounter trouble from thugs, they must call the police or their parents, and not try to handle it themselves.
Note [1]: This is from the core socialist values.
Chapter 15 The First World (13)
"Take pride in loving your country and be ashamed of harming it..."
"Take pride in abiding by laws and regulations, and be ashamed of violating them!" [1]
"Clang!" Someone's schoolbag hit their foot.
The students who entered were stunned, with more than a dozen pairs of eyes staring blankly at the group of hooligans who were sitting in a circle, engrossed in reading on their phones.
The group of thugs were all bruised and battered, especially the fat guy who had stopped Wang Peng at the table earlier; his face was swollen to twice its normal size, which was equivalent to the bruises of four ordinary people.
Before they came in, even with their wildest imaginations, they couldn't have imagined that they would see such a scene.
Moreover, seeing the thugs beaten up like that and forced to memorize moral education textbooks, everyone present felt a strange sense of sympathy.
"How about it? Is this method good?"
Zhao Yuan leaned over to Qin Chu, eager to show off. Actually, he hadn't brought the book with him, but he thought Qin Chu's idea was very interesting, so he simply searched for the e-textbook on his phone.
After watching the group of thugs recite their lessons for a while, until the idiots were seeing stars, Qin Chu finally took pity on them and let them go.
The group, still feeling sympathy, returned to the barbecue stand.
Midway through, the sports committee member whispered to the academic committee member: "I was so naive back then, I actually thought being a hoodlum was cool."
The class representative looked at him: "And now?"
The sports commissioner looked weary: "Now I've decided I'd rather die than be a hoodlum."
Although they can now sit comfortably at the barbecue stall, the food is almost cold, and after this incident, most people have lost their appetite.
Of course, this only applies to most people, not including the two who had just engaged in strenuous exercise.
Zhao Yuan stretched around for a bit, then devoured a bowl of skewers in front of him with great relish.
While eating, he didn't forget to recommend it to Qin Chu:
"Hey deskmate, this is delicious, it has cartilage."
"Hey, this is a bit spicy, don't eat it."
Zhao Yuan kept rambling on and on, but Qin Chu finally ruthlessly suppressed him: "Don't fucking throw your skewer at me!"
Zhou Sisi, whose mood was fluctuating wildly, happened to be sitting opposite the two of them. Watching this scene, she couldn't help but discuss with her girlfriends, "When did they become so close?"
She asked for a long time without getting a response, but when she turned her head, she saw her best friend holding her face and looking at Qin Chu, her eyes almost sparkling.
After a while, the group of thugs finally dawdled out of the alley.
The group of people who were arrogant before now felt their legs tremble when they saw the boy sitting there calmly in his school uniform, and then they wanted to run away.
But before they could even start running, Qin Chu's cold voice drifted over: "What are you running for? Have you paid the bill?"
Perhaps he was too frightened by Qin Chu, or perhaps the little bit of reading he had just done had finally paid off, the fat man in the lead quickly went to the cashier and paid his bill.
The beating was over, the bill was settled, and the thugs breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that they could finally leave in peace.
They hadn't walked far when Qin Chu asked again, "How many tables have been booked?"
Upon hearing Qin Chu's words, not only the hooligans but even the students in Class One were stunned.
Holy crap, is this what they meant?
Watching the fat man shakily move the cashier and settle their table's bill, the students in Class One, especially the class representative who was supposed to bleed a lot of money, felt like they were dreaming.
Only the sports committee member continued to lament: "Damn, the price of being a thug is too high, isn't it? You get beaten up, you have to memorize moral character, and you even have to lose money?"
Upon hearing this, Qin Chu thought the kid had a good understanding, so he glanced at the person next to him and said, "Did you hear that? Don't ever think about becoming a thug again."
Zhao Yuan was enjoying his meal when he heard this and looked up in confusion: "What did you hear?"
He held up the skewers in his hand and asked, "Do you want some, deskmate?"
Qin Chu: "..."
How could someone be so stupid?
The series of experiences tonight have left an indelible impression on all the students present.
It was already quite late, but it was a little earlier than their usual evening study session ended. The group chatted and laughed as they walked towards the bus stop, looking forward to the weekend.
Just before parting ways, they remembered being interrupted by the thugs and hugged the class representative as they handed him a birthday present.
Qin Chu didn't surround them because he hadn't even thought to prepare.
Seeing this, Zhao Yuan's lips twitched, but he didn't say anything.
Once everyone had mostly left, Zhao Yuan went to find the class representative and tossed him two pens.
Holding the gift, the class monitor was stunned, clearly not expecting to receive a gift from Zhao Yuan. He thought of how reluctant he had been when he asked Zhao Yuan for a favor, and then of how he had just made Zhao Yuan brave enough to go into the alley alone to find Qin Chu, and suddenly felt extremely embarrassed.
"Oh, I... I didn't expect you to give me a gift. I even called you a bookworm before. I'm sorry, I didn't really think that way, it's just that other people said it, and I couldn't help but repeat it... And Cheng Cheng, it was wrong of me to try to exclude him before, if it weren't for him today..."
The kid stammered as he apologized, his face turning as red as a monkey's bottom under the streetlights. After stammering through his apology, the class monitor realized he had two pens in his hand and became even more embarrassed: "Why are there two more...?"
Zhao Yuan smiled and said, "The other one was given to me by my deskmate."
Hearing this, the class monitor looked even more embarrassed: "Does Cheng Cheng think we're particularly annoying, so he made you..."
"No, I don't think so." Zhao Yuan thought for a moment. He didn't mean to forgive others on Qin Chu's behalf. But based on his understanding of his deskmate, the other person probably didn't really care.
"The reason he didn't come..." Zhao Yuan stroked his chin, a smirk playing on his lips, "is probably... shy?"
The class representative was stunned, completely unable to imagine what Qin Chu would look like when she was shy.
After Zhao Yuan had walked away, the class monitor belatedly realized that Zhao Yuan was not quite what he had imagined. Judging from the tone of his voice, he was quite flirtatious.
Is this what they call a repressed pervert?
A group of people gradually dispersed on the platform, just like they usually do after school, but this time it was slightly different.
"Cheng Cheng, where do you live?"
"Changfeng District".
"That's a pity, we're not on the same train. Goodbye!"
Similar conversations continued one after another, and some girls even ran over to him specifically to say, "Goodbye, Cheng Cheng," before running away blushing.
Unfortunately, the person being greeted was completely oblivious to the situation, merely nodding in response. And in his mind, he was wondering, "Even if we don't say goodbye on Monday, we'll still see each other again. Why are they all saying goodbye to me today?"
Noah was speechless and didn't want to talk to General Qin.
Qin Chu didn't plan to take the train at the platform. He intended to walk back through the streets and alleys, hoping to take care of a few thugs and contribute to public safety.
Zhao Yuan and he were walking together for a while. When it was time to part ways, Qin Chu suddenly asked, "Why did you deliver the gift for me?"
"Did you hear that?" Zhao Yuan casually made up a story. "Isn't it half price for couples? Whether I buy one or two, I'll still pay for one."
"..." Qin Chu was taken aback by this bastard's attitude of not taking advantage of the situation. Normally, he would have said something sarcastic, but this time he remained silent.
Zhao Yuan thought he would yell "Who the hell is your girlfriend?", but he waited and waited and didn't hear it, and instead he felt very frustrated.
He hesitated for a moment, then asked, "You saw me give him a gift, did you hear anything else?"
"What did you say?" Qin Chu looked at him coldly again. At that time, a bunch of people greeted him, but he really didn't pay attention.
Zhao Yuan quickly waved his hand: "It's nothing, it's nothing."
After finishing arranging the items, he felt extremely agitated inside.
Tsk, his deskmate overheard his serious talk but missed the smirk that followed. Logically, this should be a good thing; otherwise, Qin Chu would have grabbed him by the collar and given him a good scolding.
Now that he's no longer being threatened with what seemed like a real threat, he feels uneasy.
Like an impatient brat, if you do something bad, of course you have to let the person in charge know. What kind of skill is it to do something bad in secret?
Qin Chu continued walking forward quietly, as always.
He hadn't thought of preparing a gift for the class representative, not because he disregarded these kids, but because until his teens, he had never had the concept of celebrating birthdays, whether his own or someone else's.
Later, he was adopted. In order to receive a gift from him on his birthday, the old man would whisper various hints and suggestions in his ear half a month in advance, like a theatrical performance.
Even so, Qin Chu would still forget.
Zhao Yuan lagged behind Qin Chu by half a step, pondering whether he should relay the last sentence to Qin Chu.
For example, you could lean close to the person's ear and say, "Hey deskmate, I told the class monitor that you're so shy, you're too embarrassed to give him a gift."
After saying that, he might have to limp home.
After pondering for a while, Zhao Yuan decided against doing something reckless like repeating the events. But his mischievous nature was still bothering him; he felt restless if he didn't say something.
As Qin Chu walked along, he heard someone behind him say in a very mournful tone, "Classmate, you're so cold-hearted..."
Qin Chu got goosebumps from that tone. His mind went blank for a moment, and he turned to look at Zhao Yuan as if he were an idiot: "What's wrong with you now?"
Zhao Yuan thought to himself, "He must be a little sick; he can't stand not being scolded."
He quickened his pace to catch up with Qin Chu and put his hand on the man's shoulder.