Chapter 3.2: How to Deal with Them? Beat Them to Death

The doctor simply examined her once, “There is no obvious head injury, wait until we arrive at the hospital to conduct further tests.”

Yu Zhao glared at Ji Rang for a second.

The corner of Ji Rang’s eyes dropped, and his lips hooked into an especially tyrannical smile: “Do you really think that Laozi has a good temper?”

(T/N: Laozi means “I, your father,” and is an arrogant way to refer to oneself.)

Yu Zhao looked at the clever and lovable Qi Ying who sat beside Ji Rang. She was still tightly clutching on to the corner of his clothes and wouldn’t let go. His heart really felt like shit. The phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

He picked it up and took a look—it was his father who called.

Yu Zhao was immediately frightened.

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He shakily answered the phone call, and Yu Cheng at the other end asked: “Is your school finished? I just got off work, and now I’m on my way to pick you and Ying Ying up.”

Yu Zhao indeed had unspeakable bitter sufferings, so he evaded his question: “We can go back by bus, you don’t have to go out of your way and give us a lift. “

(T/N: Meaning: There is a pain in my heart, but I can’t say it. It is often used to describe a person with hidden difficulties who can’t talk about it or has no one to talk to.)

Yu Cheng said: “How can I let Ying Ying squeeze in a crowded bus? You can wait for me at school, I’ll be there soon.”

Yu Zhao was about to cry. He planned to confess the truth and accept his fate, but then Qi Ying handed the screen of her mobile phone to him and it read: Tell Jiujiu, my new classmates and I went to the bookstore to buy stationery and tutorial books, and we want to play a little more.

As if he had received a great amnesty, Yu Zhao hurriedly conveyed her message. Yu Cheng learned that Qi Ying got along with her classmates very happily, so he let this matter slide.

After he hung up the phone, Yu Zhao looked at the tired Ji Rang next to her, and buried his head in typing to communicate with Qi Ying on WeChat.

——Sister, do you know him?

——Yes.

—— /Panic. How did you know each other? Do you know who he is?

——Ji Rang.

——Sister, I tell you, don’t be fooled by his appearance. That man is not a good thing.

——No, he’s a very good person, I know it.

Yu Zhao rolled his eyes with anger, and he almost swore.

You know fart.

(T/N: What the hell do you know?/ You don’t know shit./You know nothing Jon Snow.)

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Is this f*cking Class Two so poisonous that it brainwashed his obedient and quiet sister on the first day of school?

This dog day Ji Rang’s punch was really ruthless that his lower abdomen was still painful right now, and he needed the doctor to check his condition later.

(T/N: Son of a b*tch/f*cked or spawned by a dog)

The ambulance drove all the way to the hospital and Ji Rang didn’t say a word from beginning to end. He waited until Qi Ying finished seeing the doctor, then he took the treatment bill to the counter to settle the medical expenses. When he returned, he threw all of it to Yu Zhao and left.

Qi Ying just entered the treatment room when she saw that he was about to leave. She ran out and grabbed the sleeves of his uniform that he put on his shoulders.

Ji Rang didn’t look back, and just glanced at Yu Zhao through the corner of his eyes. Don’t know who he was threatening: “Laozi doesn’t have so much patience.”

Yu Zhao quickly took back Qi Ying’s hand.

In fact, she didn’t want to let go, but looking at Ji Rang’s complexion, she also knew that what he said just now was not good words. The rims of her eyes were still red, but her fingers loosened.

Ji Rang shook his shoulders, patted his clothes, and walked towards the elevator.

After two steps, through the doings of ghosts and gods, he looked back at her.

(T/N: It means that it seems like ghosts and gods are instructing him to do something unconsciously. / He did something unthinkable or something unexpected.)

Qi Ying was still standing there, staring anxiously at his back. When she saw that he looked back, a smile immediately bloomed on her small face.

That smile had a cautious and eager to please flavor.

Ji Rang suddenly felt a burst of irritation in his heart. He cussed, then accelerated his pace and left.

As soon as he left the hospital, Qu Dazhuang called him to ask, “Rang Ge, how’s the girl who blocked a hit for you?”

Ji Rang pulled out a cigarette from his pocket and said, “She had no major problems.”

Qu Dazhuang sighed: “Niubi ah, Rang Ge, you have to add another point in your glorious history. There are girls who are willing to block a rod for you.”

(T/N: F*cking awesome! It means someone is so awesome and cool after doing sth amazing or out of others expectation.)

Ji Rang laughed: “Scram.”

Qu Dazhuang also said: “Rang Ge, how should we deal with that bunch of rascals from Third High School?”

Ji Rang slanted his head to hold the mobile phone, and found the lighter to light the cigarette. He exhaled the smoke, and the smell of the smoke wafted through the air. The nearby security guard shouted, “Hey, you’re not allowed to smoke in the hospital!”

Ji Rang raised his head to look at him. He’s obviously just a teenager wearing a school uniform, but the expression in his eyes was inexplicably terrifying.

The security guard stepped back subconsciously.

Ji Rang merely smiled, accelerated his pace to get out of the door, and his tone was faint towards the phone: “How to deal with them? Beat them to death.”