On the wide street, people came and went, and the sound of car horns blared incessantly, which was somewhat annoying. Exhaust fumes in the air had stained the surrounding trees with a thin layer of dust, and the summer sun shone scorchingly on the rough earth.
Yang Feng walked slowly home with a blank expression, his hands in his pockets, walking at the pace of an old man, his mind filled with turmoil.
He never expected to be fired for hitting a spoiled young master. Is this society really that dark? Do people just stand by and watch a girl be bullied? He was screaming inside, feeling incredibly suppressed, and wanted to find something to vent his anger on.
Just then, in this alleyway, an old man riding a tricycle was pulled off by a young man with blond hair and punched. The old man lost his balance and fell to the ground. Yang Feng, who was not far away, naturally did not hear what the three young thugs were cursing.
But when I saw an old man being bullied, I was immediately furious. What kind of people are these to beat up a man over sixty years old? What kind of behavior is this?
Although I've been involved in a few group fights since I started high school, I would never bully the weak.
Especially when they saw this old man, who was making a living by collecting aluminum cans, earning only a few dollars a month and probably not even having enough to eat, these three thugs actually took out some loose change from his pudding-filled pockets and spat on him.
Yang Feng didn't know why the three youths were acting this way, but he couldn't stand it any longer. He picked up a red brick from the ground and rushed over to beat them up.
"Damn it, who the hell are you?!" The blond thug felt a sharp pain in his head, staggered back a few steps, clutched his head, and shouted.
"Damn it, you even bully an old man, are you even human?!" Yang Feng said, and continued to smash the brick with his backhand.
The three thugs took a few steps back, looking at the crazy young man. They exchanged glances, wondering if the three of them were afraid of a single student.
It's obvious that Yang Feng, dressed in blue and white, is a student.
So, the three men rushed up, grabbed Yang Feng's arm, and snatched the brick away. The blond-haired youth swung the brick at Yang Feng, and the sharp corner of it hit Yang Feng on the head.
Yang Feng felt a sharp pain in his head, and everything went black before his eyes. He stumbled and fell to the cold ground, unconscious.
"This... Brother Feng, he's not dead, is he?" one of the thugs said fearfully, staring in horror at Yang Feng's head, from which blood was slowly flowing.
"Go...go!" The blond-haired youth called Brother Feng's lips trembled slightly. If he really killed someone, he would go to jail. He turned around and shouted.
The three thugs quickly slipped away in the blink of an eye.
At this moment, the old man smiled slightly, took out a transparent triangular cube that resembled blue crystal, his eyes filled with a worldly wisdom that seemed to have seen through everything, and he exuded an aura of wisdom. He murmured to himself:
"I've been on this planet for so long, and you're the first kind young person I've met. Seeing your extraordinary physique, and since I can't use this myself, I'll give it to you. I'll come back to find you in three years..."
The old man muttered to himself as the triangular, transparent blue cube in his hand floated above Yang Feng's body and began to gradually merge into it.
This extraordinary encounter changed the course of Yang Feng's life, and what the old man didn't expect was that this young man wasn't actually a person with a sense of justice...
That's awkward.
The old man vanished from the planet with a gentle breeze, arriving in the outer universe and leaving through a wormhole.
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Around six o'clock in the afternoon, the sky was dark and it was raining heavily. In one alley, no one had been there since.
Yang Feng slowly opened his eyes and found that his face felt a little wet. He then realized that he was lying in a small puddle and stood up.
He remembered seeing an old man being bullied by thugs, and he couldn't stand it, so he went up and beat him up, but he thinks he was hit on the head by the three of them.
But why is it that I don't feel any pain at all now, and I feel very relaxed all over, and my mind is clear?
Is this what it means to get smarter by being hit with a brick?
Yang Feng looked at his white school uniform, which was covered in water stains and mud, and looked up at the sky. It was obvious that it was almost evening!
Didn't I skip an afternoon of classes?!
This is terrible. Although my grades are very bad now, I still managed to develop good study habits.
This could be considered Yang Feng's first time skipping class.
"Oh well, whatever, let them scold me."
Yang Feng sighed, walked out of the alley and onto the main street, weaving through the crowds of people, heading home.
The Ordinary Community is a residential area built by the Beijing District Government specifically for impoverished families. It is a low-end residential area with rents ranging from one thousand to three thousand yuan. Yang Feng's rent is naturally the cheapest, at one thousand yuan.
It's a living room and a bedroom, but that bedroom has been turned into two small bedrooms, so there's only room for a bed and a table.
Moreover, the water and electricity fees here are cheap, less than a hundred per month, which is very cost-effective.
Yang Feng walked up the stairs to the seventh floor, took out his key and opened the door. Just then, a melodious, bell-like voice rang out.
"Yang Feng, you're finally back! I'm starving!"
Yang Feng looked up and saw a girl with two braids put down her pen, came to him from the desk, and complained.
This girl is Yang Feng's younger sister, named Yang Lianqing. She has bright, beautiful eyes, arched eyebrows, long eyelashes that flutter slightly, and fair, flawless skin. She is wearing the same blue and white school uniform, with her long, slender, and fair legs taut under her black skirt.
"Why don't you just order takeout if you're hungry?"
Yang Feng was naturally in a bad mood, after all, he had just lost his job, how could he be in a good mood? So he went into the bathroom and started changing his clothes.
"By the way, Yang Feng, have you had dinner yet? I'm calling to order takeout now, and I'll order it for you too." Yang Lianqing held her old phone and turned to look towards the bathroom.
"No need, I have no appetite." After changing his clothes, Yang Feng was still wearing his school uniform, since wearing a school uniform saves money. He went straight to his room after leaving the bathroom, closed the door, and lay down on the bed.
Yang Lianqing felt sorry for her brother when she saw him looking so distraught. He had told her not to go out to work so that she wouldn't have to neglect her studies, saying that he would take care of everything and she shouldn't worry.
But he knew he always came home very late from work, and today he came home around eight o'clock. It was obvious he'd been fired.
Yang Lianqing sniffed, put down the phone, and decided to skip a meal to maintain her figure. She picked up her water glass and took a big gulp to fill her stomach, then picked up her pen and continued doing her homework.
Yang Feng lay on the bed, sighing repeatedly, when suddenly a voice echoed in his mind.