Rebirth: He Decides to Lie Flat-Chapter 75 - 072 The Bustling School Entrance
Chapter 75: Chapter 072 The Bustling School Entrance
Chapter 75 -072 The Bustling School Entrance
“Bro, I just saw that old pervert being bagged and kidnapped.”
Er was witnessing the whole process of Bi Hezhong being captured and immediately came to report to Jiang Yan.
After mailing the photos, he spent the last two days half on his computer and then hurried back to the gate of Experimental Middle School in the afternoon just before school let out.
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Today, he finally caught the moment.
Jiang Yan, knowing the mailed photos had taken effect, instructed Er, “Let’s stop here, and don’t go to Experimental Middle School anymore. You’ve been parking that car for too long, it’s easy for someone to recognize it.”
Little did he know, Huang Mao chuckled, “You don’t know, bro. Every time I stop there I hang out the ‘collecting waste computers’ sign. One time, a female teacher even called me to her house to collect a computer, so even if someone notices, they wouldn’t think I’m stalking.”
“Still, don’t go there anymore; Bi Hezhong is very cunning.”
However, Jiang Yan also understood that no matter how cunning Bi Hezhong was, coming up against Shu Yang meant he was only in for a beating.
Anyone who could successfully start a factory in Yunzhou twenty years ago wasn’t a simple character.
Shu Yang, no simple character himself, was now standing in a deserted, shabby factory hall, with an incandescent light above him illuminating only the space around him, while the rest remained dim and indistinct.
Before long, a rapid succession of footsteps sounded outside, and then Shu Yang’s assistant entered first, followed by two men, and between them, Bi Hezhong with his head bagged.
With a swoosh, the bag was yanked off.
At first, the light made Bi Hezhong close his eyes, but as he adjusted, he slowly opened them. Seeing Shu Yang opposite him, he wasn’t surprised at all and even curved his lips in a light smile.
It seemed his guess was right; the person who sent the photos was Shu Yang.
“Shu Yang, for such a big boss, to be so eager to let everyone know you’ve been cuckolded? Quite a glory, huh!”
Shu Yang’s gaze was heavy as he stared at him, silent.
Bi Hezhong knew he wouldn’t escape a beating today, so he decided to go all in, “I did cuckold you, what of it? If you have the guts, kill me.”
Murder is illegal, do you dare?
Shu Yang turned his head to glance at his assistant, then walked towards a large window. Behind him followed the sounds of punches, kicks, and screams.
Tsk!
Your mouth was so tough just now, why are you screaming now?
Half an hour later, the factory hall returned to silence.
The next day at 7 a.m., at the peak time when students arrived at school, various vehicles passed by the entrance of Experimental Middle School, among them an inconspicuous grey van.
When it was the van’s turn to pull up to the gate, it wasn’t a student who came out but a man, stripped of his clothes and tied up tightly.
The man was thrown with a thump at the school gate, and a pile of photos scattered over him.
The van’s door closed, and it drove away swiftly.
The crowd at the school entrance was momentarily stunned by the sight, then looked again at the man lying on the ground, uncertain if he was dead or alive.
The security guard snapped to action, rushing forward to check.
“Bi, Teacher Bi?”
The security guard was shocked and quickly turned to run back to the security room to make a call.
His voice wasn’t quiet, and nearby students and parents heard him, some out of curiosity even picking up the photos…
By the time the principal rushed over from his home half an hour later, most of the students had been called into the school, but a few gossiping parents weren’t willing to leave, standing there and watching with interest.
“Oh, to think he’s a teacher, and look at this?”
“Who are you telling! The other day, my child didn’t do well in an exam just once, and he kicked him out of Class Three, no reasoning with him at all, acting all high and mighty like he’s someone important!”
“This is the ‘gold medal class teacher,’ the ‘outstanding teacher,’ the ‘promising youth’… what a joke, was the principal blind? Promoting such a person.”
The ‘blind’ principal just arrived and heard this comment: …..
Sigh…
The principal wiped his face as the security guards supported Bi Hezhong into the security room. Upon entering, he saw the unconscious Bi Hezhong, bruised all over, except for the face, he was hurt everywhere.
Director Yang had already drafted a divorce agreement for Yang Xueqin and had also pressured Bi Hezhong, so this kind of tactic was not his doing.
So, it could only be… fuck, was he fooling around with a married woman?
The principal couldn’t help but curse, not bothering with the photos scattered on the desk in the security room and just ordered the security to call an ambulance to take the person away.
“Principal, shouldn’t we, shouldn’t we call the police?”
Call the police? Call the damn police for what!
The principal snorted coldly and stormed out, slamming the door behind him.
Soon, the affair of Bi Hezhong spread like wildfire throughout the entire school, and in a few days, other schools had heard about it too.
Jiang Yan only chuckled upon hearing the news, then quickly put it behind him and immersed himself wholeheartedly in his studies.
June 20th.
The results of the last mock exam were out, and this time Jiang Yan seemed to have given it his all, actually surpassing the 700-point mark.
Xiao Qi had originally been quite pleased with himself for surpassing 670 points, after all, that score was enough to get into Beicheng University, something that he had never even dared to dream of before.
Then, he turned his head and saw Jiang Yan’s score of 706 points.
Xiao Qi: ….
Wait, isn’t this kind of improvement a bit outrageous?
Yu Hang did well, too, 682.
Zhu Jin got 714, and Zhu Zhen was once again second place with 719 points.
His total score had already surpassed Wang Lei from Experimental Middle School, but Principal Tan remained cautious, as usual, bringing Song Jiawen’s total score down a notch.
The principal and Teacher Gao from Number One High School had gradually come to realize that even though the Beicheng exams were different from those in Yunzhou, and perhaps even a bit more difficult, given Song Jiawen’s capability, it was estimated that she would not drop below 740 points.
This one’s aiming for the provincial top scholar, isn’t she?
Principal Tan was somewhat excited. When had Yunzhou ever produced a provincial top scholar?
…..
“I’ve passed 700 this time, can you draw me another painting? I’ve worked so hard, you should reward me a little bit, right?”
Last time, Song Jiawen hadn’t been able to get the painting back for him; of course, she hadn’t actually wanted it.
This time, they didn’t get a break right after the exams. They had to wait for the results to be released and the teachers to review the papers. It wasn’t until the day before they were supposed to take graduation photos at the end of June that they got a day off.
The two of them didn’t have anywhere else to go. Song Jiawen needed to earn her tuition fees, so of course, whenever she had time, she would head to Shanshui Gallery.
Jiang Yan followed her. While sitting on the bus, he shamelessly begged for another painting.
Just one painting isn’t enough; I should have at least ten or eight, right?
He had already framed the last one and kept it at home.
Song Jiawen glanced at him sideways, “The way you talk, it’s like you’re working hard for me.”
“Isn’t it?” Jiang Yan had no shame left, “If you hadn’t tempted me to aim for Beijing University, how could I possibly be trying so hard, almost studying myself to death? Big sister, you can’t just abandon me after leading me halfway across the river, right?”
Their voices had been low, but on a crowded bus there are always ears nearby. Someone standing close by glanced at them, primarily because Song Jiawen’s face was so eye-catching that it was hard not to keep looking at her.
Someone huffed, “Talking about love while underage and still daring to claim you’re going for Beijing University, quite the bold statement, isn’t it?”
No sooner had the person spoken than someone else chimed in:
“Oh? Has the threshold for Beijing University dropped so low now that even underachievers dare to daydream about it? Does that mean I’m guaranteed a spot too?”
“Of course, seeing that your grades have left certain people in the dust by leaps and bounds.”
Jiang Yan turned to look at the two speaking; they were boys in the uniform of Experimental Middle School, but strangers to him.
He turned his head back to the front, not wanting to engage with them.
The unpleasant comments from the two buzzed for a while, but Jiang Yan turned a deaf ear, completely ignoring them, which made them feel as if their punches had hit cotton.
Utterly boring.
