chapter 13
Thirteen: The Eternal Mischievous Young Master
After the class that was enough to make Wu Liang doze off ended, Ye Huanhuan looked at Wu Liang with a complex expression.
As if denying something, Ye Huanhuan shook her head in self-mockery and then left the classroom.
Just as Ye Huanhuan stepped out of the classroom, the previously quiet room instantly erupted.
Everyone began a heated discussion about Wu Liang’s transformation, and most of them were girls.
Especially after seeing Wu Liang remain quiet throughout the entire class without causing any trouble.
The girls gathered, chattering non-stop, casting glances at Wu Liang.
After all, having dealt with Wu Liang for a whole year, they knew exactly what kind of person he was.
His personality, his way of handling things, as classmates, they knew him better than anyone.
The old Wu Liang gave off the vibe of a reckless and arrogant delinquent, always stirring up trouble even during class.
But the current Wu Liang seemed more like a calm and aloof sage, as if everything was within his grasp.
The change in Wu Liang sparked intense curiosity in them, no one knew why Wu Liang had changed like this.
But it had to be admitted, the current Wu Liang was indeed much better than before, even quite charming.
“Boss! What happened to you! Where’s your signature pompadour???”
A scruffy boy approached Wu Liang, his hair a messy tangle as if it were a bird’s nest.
He used to be Wu Liang’s little sidekick, the one who planned many a mischievous deed for Wu Liang.
Moreover, his relationship with Wu Liang was quite close; he could be considered one of the few “good” friends by Wu Liang’s side.
Upon Wu Liang’s discharge and return to school, as his lackey, he naturally rushed to Wu Liang’s side at the first opportunity.
“Mouse? No big deal, I’m just thinking of changing my hairstyle.”
Wu Liang cast a cold glance at the boy who had approached him, the one with a bird’s nest hairstyle nicknamed Mouse.
Because he was usually sloppy, and when looking at people, he had to part his bangs to sneak a peek, which made him seem sneaky, Wu Liang in the game had thus given him the nickname Mouse.
But now, Wu Liang clearly didn’t think much of this lackey by his side.
After all, when he was playing the male lead in the game, trying to woo the female lead, it was often this ‘Mouse’ who offered Wu Liang strategies.
Which, in turn, sabotaged his own plans time and again, making him a true ‘dog-head military advisor.’
So now, when Wu Liang saw this ‘Mouse,’ he felt a gnawing irritation and wasn’t particularly inclined to deal with him.
However, it must be mentioned that ‘Mouse’ was utterly loyal to Wu Liang, always considering his best interests.
But why ‘Mouse’ was so loyal to him, Wu Liang couldn’t quite remember.
His memories of the past were somewhat blurry, only recalling it seemed to be something not worth fussing over.
“Ah, this… Boss, weren’t you devoted to the pompadour in this life…”
‘Mouse’ couldn’t believe his ears; Wu Liang, the boss, was just thinking of changing his hairstyle? Just like that??
The young master Wu Liang used to adore the pompadour so much, and he wasn’t sure if it was just his imagination.
He always felt that ever since the boss lost his pompadour, even his personality seemed to have changed.
“I have other matters, I’m going to find Teacher Ye.”
Wu Liang disdainfully shook off ‘Mouse’s’ hand from his shoulder.
Although the other party was very loyal to him, the underhanded tactics he had used in the game were still fresh in his memory.
“Uh… okay…”
‘Mouse’ watched Wu Liang, who had gotten up and was heading towards the door, in a daze.
He bowed his head and silently looked at his own hand that had been shaken off; this was the first time the boss had been so cold to him.
Had he done something at some point to upset the boss? Why did the icy aura emanating from the boss make him feel so chilled to the bone?
“Hey, Wu Liang! Are you planning to turn over a new leaf?”
“No more big gold chains, no more pompadour, are you not going to be a delinquent anymore? What’s the matter, decided to wash your hands clean?”
Suddenly feeling a tug on his shoulder, Wu Liang stopped in his tracks.
Turning to look behind him, he saw a blond-haired boy standing with two or three other boys, grinning at him.
“What, Monkey, you think I’m strange now?”
Wu Liang smiled faintly; if he remembered correctly, this blondie was some big leader’s son.
He had a certain influence in Yanghai City, though he wasn’t exactly a good sort in his daily life.
In school, Wu Liang had committed a few more deeds than before, earning himself the reputation of a scoundrel.
“Yeah, it’s strange, so strange. How did our notorious young master suddenly turn into a good boy?”
“Could it be that the shot put from the other day knocked some sense into you? This doesn’t seem like the usual arrogant young master.”
The boy with the blond hair squeezed Wu Liang’s shoulder bones forcefully.
But he found that Wu Liang’s shoulder bones were as hard as iron, immovable.
Looking at Wu Liang, who showed no reaction, a chill went down the blond boy’s spine. Was this guy’s body always this solid?
How come he couldn’t move him an inch, as if he was stupidly stiff.
“You’re right, I was indeed hit by a shot put, and it completely woke me up. I, Wu Liang, have never felt so clear-headed.”
Wu Liang, with a smile brimming in his eyes, twisted the blond boy’s wrist to one side with his right hand.
And the blond boy immediately felt as if his wrist was shackled by an iron hoop, unable to move at all.
Intense pain traveled from his wrist to his brain, and his arm twisted like a pretzel.
Large beads of sweat rolled down the blond boy’s forehead as he endured the pain and struggled.
But with every struggle, the strength in Wu Liang’s hand intensified.
“Ah ah ah!! Damn it, let go of me now!!!”
Unable to bear the pain any longer, the blond boy screamed, holding his bound arm, his face contorted.
It’s going to break, it’s really going to break, is this guy planning to dislocate my arm?!
“But unfortunately, the current Wu Liang is still the same Wu Liang from before. He is still that arrogant and wild scoundrel.”
Wu Liang released the blond boy’s arm with a cold laugh.
He’s not some good boy; he has always been a reckless young master.
It was like that before, and it will be like that in the future, it will never change.