The Honest Man’s Counterattack 2003

Hou San thought it over and found the top dog of high school, Huang Dabian, known as the leader of the first high school, and told him about the incident of waking Zhao Feng and getting hit with a pencil case.

In the school's backyard toilet, Huang Dabian laughed heartily, with his little brother Li You laughing to the point of madness. They looked at Hou San, whose head was wrapped in bandages, and mercilessly mocked him.

"Hahaha, you damn monkey, are you trying to make Big Bro Biao die laughing?"

"How dare you help the teacher wake up a sleeping classmate"

"You're so bored, go climb the wall"

"No culture is truly scary. Don't you know people are most violent when suddenly awakened?"

Hou San was depressed, looking at Li You laughing like a tumbler, and angrily said: "You little punk, as if you're so cultured. Do you even know how many letters are in the English alphabet?"

Li You sneered: "Big monkey, no matter how uncultured I am, I wouldn't let Zhao the honest get hit on the head. Right, Bro Biao?"

Huang Dabian smiled ambiguously and teased: "If I'm not mistaken, Zhao Feng is the famous good guy in senior three, known as the number one honest person. You bullying an honest person is going too far. When an honest person goes crazy, he'll destroy you without blinking."

Hou San's face was full of embarrassment. He had targeted Zhao Feng precisely because he seemed easy to bully. Who knew the honest guy would explode, knocking him down with a pencil case, causing him to lose face. He was so regretful. If he couldn't regain his reputation, how could he mix in the class? Forget showing off, he wouldn't even have the face to talk to girls.

Hou San hesitated, then took out a pack of Jinsan hard-box cigarettes from his pocket and handed them to Huang Dabian, glumly saying: "A small token. Please help me save face."

Huang Dabian's eyebrows lifted, happily taking the Jinsan cigarettes. He tore open the package, took out three cigarettes, gave one to each person, struck a match, and lit up.

"Monkey bro is awesome. Jinsan is an imported American cigarette, 20 yuan a pack. You've gone all out," Li You said with a wicked smile.

"If I give you cigarettes, I'm Monkey bro. If I don't, I'm a big monkey. You turtle son," Hou San cursed.

"Stop messing around. Handling Zhao the honest is simple. Find him in the toilet during break time to chat."

Huang Dabian held the cigarette, casually pulling out a color-screen mobile phone. "I just bought this color-screen phone for 5,800 yuan. Remember my number, call me anytime."

"Bro Biao is awesome. The new Motorola color-screen phone is so damn beautiful," Li You bootlicked.

"Now that you've got a phone, I'll follow you from now on," Hou San said enviously.

"It's nothing. My dad just got a big engineering contract. I'll be a construction site supervisor after graduation," Huang Dabian said.

In the third-year first class classroom, Zhao Feng pushed open the door, his gaze disdainful of everything, walking with a confident stride, ignoring his classmates' shocked looks as he headed to his seat.

The classroom suddenly went quiet. Countless eyes focused on him. The girls' eyes lit up, giving him a collective stare. When did such a handsome boy, with the most popular Hong Kong style, arrive?

The boys had strange expressions, quickly recognizing Zhao Feng. This guy had changed his hairstyle, making him almost unrecognizable.

Classmates whispered and discussed:

"Zhao the honest cut off his bowl-cut. He's actually quite handsome."

"He's a bit handsome, but not as handsome as me. But the new hairstyle suits him."

"After crying yesterday, Zhao the honest seems to have a different temperament."

"Girl, don't have a crush. Zhao the honest likes the white school flower. A toad wants to eat swan meat."

Bai Jiaxin stared unblinkingly at Zhao Feng until he returned to his seat. She thought to herself, this guy has a bit of a Hong Kong style. He's actually quite handsome. Rejecting his confession seems to have stimulated him. Even an honest person has a temper. She might need to comfort him sometime.

Su Yin's gaze was fixed on her deskmate Bai Jiaxin. She had a mushroom head haircut, a round face, small nose, small eyes, and small mouth. Her features were extremely uncoordinated, ugly with a sense of style.

No one knew how Director Guo arranged the seating, placing the most beautiful school flower next to the ugliest girl in class, sitting them at the same desk.

Su Yin suffered tons of visual attacks daily, which only highlighted Bai Jiaxin's fresh and elegant beauty. She was like a flower, standing tall, fair-skinned and beautiful, like a proud white swan, with an ugly duckling squatting beside her, creating a stark contrast.

Without comparison, there would be no pain. Su Yin envied Bai Jiaxin's beauty, was jealous of her family background, and hated her excellence. All the boys in school liked Bai Jiaxin, sending her endless love letters and gifts.

Even a handsome guy like Zhao Feng had confessed to her. Why, after three years of high school, had no boy ever approached her? Heaven was so unfair.

"Xiao Bai, Zhao Feng is so handsome. You can consider him," Su Yin whispered.

"The college entrance exam is approaching. Academics come first," Bai Jiaxin said coldly.

"High school is about to end. If you don't have a passionate romance, you'll definitely regret it later," Su Yin tried to persuade.

"How could I regret? There are plenty of excellent boys in college. If I mess up the college entrance exam, I'll regret it for life."

Bai Jiaxin remained completely unmoved. She came from a privileged background, with successful businessman parents who had seen all kinds of deceit and bad people.

Influenced by her environment, she had long seen through everything. She was determined not to date in high school and wouldn't let anything interfere with the most important college entrance exam. Her high school classmates were just passersby in her life. Her goal was a top university, studying abroad at a famous overseas school, pursuing her dreams.

Su Yin was frustrated. Bai Jiaxin was not only beautiful but also extremely intelligent. Fooling her was nearly impossible.

"Right," Bai Jiaxin stood up and gracefully walked to Zhao Feng in the back row, showing a sweet smile.

Zhao Feng's expression was strange as he stared at Bai Jiaxin. With his thirty-plus-year-old mind, he had long abandoned the idea of pursuing her.

According to historical trajectory, Bai Jiaxin, with her excellent background, would easily enter a key university, then study abroad, return as a sea turtle, marry a listed company CEO, and live a legendary life - like a low-configuration milk tea success story.

In his previous life, their last meeting was at a ten-year high school reunion.

Bai Jiaxin drove a Lamborghini, wore an Armani dress, carried an Hermès bag, wore a Patek Philippe gold watch, sprayed Chanel perfume, and wore crystal shoes. She was the sole focus of the entire gathering.

Zhao Feng rode an antique Phoenix bicycle, wearing knock-off market clothes, with only a Xiaomi phone of any value.

Zhao Feng was ashamed, not even having the courage to approach Bai Jiaxin, only daring to secretly watch from afar - an unreachable goddess.

Countless nights, he had tossed and turned, his mind filled with her unreachable figure, wasting countless moments of youth.

Bai Jiaxin looked down at the dazed Zhao Feng. Her pretty face slightly reddened - he must be mesmerized by her. This guy wasn't so honest after all; he was a little rascal.

Bai Jiaxin patted Zhao Feng's shoulder, coquettishly saying, "Stop dazing. Did you write the reflection letter the teacher asked for?"

Zhao Feng came to his senses, suspiciously asking, "What reflection letter? Didn't the teacher call my parents? My dad is coming soon."

Seeing Zhao Feng's act, Bai Jiaxin laughed. She poked his forehead, giggling, "Hehe, you haven't written the reflection letter. You're doomed. Wait for the teacher to deal with you."

Zhao Feng said nonchalantly, "The college entrance exam is coming. I have no time to write a reflection letter. I'd rather review."

Bai Jiaxin whispered, "If you don't understand any topics, you can ask me. I'm the study committee member. I guarantee I'll teach you."

Zhao Feng laughed, "Guaranteed teaching with no tuition? I'll definitely find you."

Bai Jiaxin smiled sweetly and returned to her seat.

All the curious classmates withdrew their gazes. They said Zhao Feng was different now, able to chat and laugh with the school flower without being shy or scared.

Hou San entered the classroom, looking at Zhao Feng with ill intent. He walked to Zhao Feng's desk and stopped, saying viciously, "Zhao Feng, Bro Biao wants you to report to the toilet during break. Don't you dare not go, or you're dead."

Zhao Feng looked strange, curiously asking, "Bro Biao? Where did he come from... Ran Debiao?"

Hou San sneered, "Have you gone stupid? Which Biao bro? The first high school's top dog, Huang Dabiao."

Zhao Feng fell into thought, muttering Huang Dabiao's name. Memories of Huang Dabiao surfaced - the worst troublemaker in high school. His father was a small contractor with some money. He constantly fought, showed off, tried to attract girls, and boasted about how great he was, calling himself the first high school's top dog, not knowing how childish he was.

Hou San returned to his seat and patted Zhao Feng's shoulder again, sneering, "Zhao the honest, you'd better go when break time comes, or Bro Biao will throw you in the toilet."

Zhao Feng suddenly turned back, squinting his eyes, staring at the sinister-looking Hou San, coldly saying, "Monkey, give me a cigarette."

Hou San's expression was dumbfounded, his face gradually turning ferocious, shouting, "Get lost. Even if I have cigarettes, I won't give them to you."

Zhao Feng suddenly erupted, grabbing the metal pencil case and swinging it back, accurately hitting Hou San's face, flattening his nose.

Boom!

Hou San fell backward, chair and all, crashing heavily to the ground. Golden stars danced before his eyes, his nose bleeding, his brain going blank, stunned once again.

Zhao Feng threw down the pencil case, stepped on Hou San's face, and bent down to search his pockets. He quickly found an unopened pack of Jinsan cigarettes and a box of matches, casually stuffing them into his own pocket.

The entire class erupted in noise.

Classmates were shocked. Zhao Feng's fighting ability was too strong. He had knocked out the monkey again.

"Wow, hitting the monkey was so cool!"

"The monkey deserved it. Dying wouldn't be unjust."

"I just discovered that the hidden handsome guy in class is Zhao Feng."

"He's really handsome. Even I'm a bit moved."

"Pity, Zhao Feng likes the white school flower. You have no chance."

Ding ding ding!

The break bell rang. Zhao Feng turned his head and beckoned to Jin Fugui. The chubby boy stood up and followed him out of the classroom.

Zhao Feng took out the Jinsan cigarettes, joking, "Captured the monkey's war spoils. Feels good, right?"

Jin Fugui's eyes lit up. He took the cigarette pack and looked at it, laughing, "The monkey has good stuff. Imported American Jinsan. My dad's so rich, but he only smokes Hongtashan. He's never had cigarettes this good."

Zhao Feng laughed, "Let's go do the toilet job."

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