CH 45

Translator: Rin    Editor: Mars    Proofreader: Ume

The English unit paper this time was a bit difficult. Jiang Li scored 148 points, he didn’t only rank first in the class, but also 1.5 points more than Class 6 Xu Haowen’s 146.5.

At first, when Jiang Li’s score was known, the homeroom teacher of class 5 was sceptical about this ranking, to which Teacher Zhu said firmly that Jiang Li definitely didn’t cheat.

As Jiang Li suddenly changed his appearance and became confident and outstanding, her gaze always unconsciously fell on Jiang Li during the test. It could be said that she paid attention to him almost all the time, so he had no chance to cheat.

In the classroom of senior high class 6: 

“Haowen, did you hear? That Jiang Li in class 5 scored 148 on his English paper! Xu Haowen’s tablemate pulled him to share the latest news with him, “This paper is so hard, 148 points, isn’t there really something fishy about it?”

Xu Haowen, who was checking his paper for errors, looked up at him and said, “Don’t talk nonsense.”

“Oh.” The tablemate reached out and put his hand over his mouth to show a zipper motion.

Xu Haowen lowered his head and continued to read the test paper, but his eyebrows slowly tightened. His mind remembered the last time he met Jiang Li at the stairway, the other party had lowered his head against the wall, not daring to look at him.

On the other side of the classroom, Feng Yu was also talking to Chi Fang about this matter. As a scum student who had never passed his English exam, towards the top student who scored 148 he expressed great admiration.

However, what he admired more was another thing:

“I heard from Xiaodong that Jiang Li even mocked them for their bad brains!”

Feng Yu learned from the gossip and said with an “everyone here is trash except me” tone,  “Just relying on hard work is useless, I mainly rely on my good brain.”

Chi Fang: “…”

Chi Fang, who didn’t pass the uni test this time, felt that he was also in the range of group mockery.

But with his own experience of encountering Jiang Li these few times, he really didn’t seem like someone who could say such arrogant and disdainful words.

…

Towards the fact that he became the topic of conversation for other people once again, Jiang Li didn’t care about it at all. He was still alone and didn’t have the intention to get closer to other people in the class.

As for Chi Fang, Jiang Li wasn’t in a hurry to capture him, since the future was long.

But since the test English results were announced, other teachers had slowly changed their attitude towards him. No longer ignoring his existence as before, they would also call him up to answer questions in class.

One day after the evening class, Jiang Li took a ride back home, and when he went upstairs, he found that the door was unlocked.

A burglar?

Jiang Li found a handy wooden stick from the corner of the stairs, gently pushed open the door, and walked inside lightly. There was a broken backpack in the living room, the sound of cursing and swearing echoed out from his room.

Hearing the sound, Jiang Li realised that it wasn’t that a burglar had entered his house, instead, the original host’s father came back.

As expected, from Jiang Li’s room came a middle-aged man. He was wearing a grey short sleeves shirt and black pants, with a flat shaved head and slightly drooping eyes, which was a greasy scoundrel look.

Father Jiang was first stunned when he saw Jiang Li, and only after a few seconds did he realise that this was his son. When he saw the wooden stick in Jiang Li’s hand, his expression changed, “What do you want, little brat? Want to beat your old man?

Jiang Li held the wooden stick and, not letting go, just stood there and said expressionlessly, “I thought there was a thief in the house.”

“A thief?” Father Jiang, as if he had heard some kind of joke, laughed out loud for a while and pointed to the things in this house, “What kind of blind thing would come here to steal things?”

Indeed, apart from a pile of broken furniture, there wasn’t even a single thing valuable in the house.

“Right, I have to go out, give me some money.” Father Jiang ordered, he just went through Jiang Li’s room and couldn’t find any money.

“I don’t have any money,” Jiang Li said.

Father Jiang didn’t believe him. “Aren’t you working in that Old Zhou’s factory? How can you not have money, cut the fucking crap and take it out.”

“I said I don’t have it, you had just tried to find it too.” Jiang Li didn’t want to confront him head-on yet, nor did he want to tangle with him to prevent himself from losing control of his hands, so he walked around the sofa from the other side and headed for the room.

Since he was a child, this was the first time Jiang Li had pulled a long face in front of him. Father Jiang was displeased, he took a big step over, reaching out to slap him. “You little brat, you…”

Jiang Li reacted quickly and dodged to the side, the stick in his hand was sharply drawn, directly hitting Father Jiang’s wrist, causing him to scream in pain.

“Don’t touch me with your filthy hands.” Jiang Li pulled away a few steps and looked at him coldly.

Father Jiang was angered by Jiang Li’s attitude, cursing as he jumped towards him to teach him a lesson. Jiang Li saw the right moment to dodge sideways, then lifted his foot and kicked him hard at the side of the waist, directly knocking him down to the side of the wall. He reached out and pulled up the broken cover on the sofa to cover his head, using the stick in his hand to beat him hard.

Father Jiang was covered by the hood, struggled a few times before pulling it off, and came face to face with the stick that Jiang Li drew to the face.

“Ah!”

The father cried out in pain, cursed him a “little bastard”, stood up from the ground, and casually took a small wooden stool from the side and smashed towards Jiang Li.

“Host, beware!”

The system’s voice rang out sharply.

Jiang Li dodged it with an agile movement, and when he saw his father jumping on him, he jumped over with one hand on the back of the sofa.

“I’ll beat you to death today, you little mongrel.” Father Jiang walked towards Jiang Li with a grim face, his dark face still had bruises from the stick Jiang Li had just used to hit him. He looked unusually hideous and scary, obviously enraged by Jiang Li.

Jiang Li gripped the stick in his hand tightly, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and his eyes were gloomy. “I have exactly the same intention.”

Jiang Li originally didn’t want to rely on violence to solve everything, but things didn’t go as he wished. Since he couldn’t avoid it, then he could only face him head-on. The injuries that the original host had suffered from childhood in the hands of this old bastard would be returned today!

Suddenly, a cell phone started ringing rapidly. Father Jiang fished out the phone from his pocket, his expression changed in almost a second and said in a flattering tone: “Dao ge1 … hey hey hey! You guys take it easy! I’m just trying to get some money, okay okay okay, I’ll go over there right away, don’t go!”

Father Jiang hung up the phone, looked viciously at Jiang Li, picked up the backpack on the floor, and left in a hurry as if there was something urgent.

Jiang Li looked at his back, he felt quite unfortunate, his hands were still itching.