Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Dean Gets Beaten (Second Update of the Fifth Day)

Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Dean Gets Beaten Up

Bang!

Song Nianqiang shoved open the dean’s office door. At that moment, the hefty fellow was clutching the dean’s hand, glaring at him furiously. Clearly, the dean had intended to strike someone just moments ago.

“Get out! You bunch of scum from society, degenerates of socialism, trash of our era, parasites under the twenty-first century!” In one breath, the dean showered Song Nianqiang and his companion with a slew of titles. But he was beside himself with rage, and with his free hand, he suddenly slapped the big guy hard across the face.

Slap!

The sound was sharp and clear. Five red marks bloomed instantly on the big guy’s cheek. Witnessing this, Song Nianqiang finally lost his temper. He'd already been seething thanks to Sun Liang, and now someone dared to hit his brother right in front of him? No matter who he was—even the King of Heaven—he wouldn't escape a beating today.

The big guy was stunned for a moment, unable to believe the dean had just slapped him. But Song Nianqiang didn't hesitate. He strode up to the dean and delivered a swift, powerful kick to the dean's chest, sending him staggering backward six or seven steps before he caught himself against his desk.

“Fatty, lock the door. Today, if I don’t beat him so badly his own wife wouldn’t recognize him, I’ll take his surname!” Eyes blazing, Song Nianqiang grabbed a chair from the floor and swung it at the dean’s head. This was no ordinary chair—it had a leather cushion and redwood armrests, a solid piece of furniture.

If it landed, the dean would surely be left bleeding and battered. A dean is not without his tricks, though; he rolled away just in time, and the chair crashed down onto the office computer, smashing it to pieces.

Meanwhile, the big guy locked the door. Having been slapped, his fury now outstripped Song Nianqiang’s. As soon as he finished locking the door, he saw the dean charging toward him. He let out a sinister laugh, blew on his palm, and then delivered a thunderous slap to the dean’s cheek.

Smack!

The sound was several times louder than before. After striking the dean, the big guy shook his hand, clearly feeling the sting himself. But the dean spun in place from the force, then collapsed to his knees with a thud.

“You always act so tough, huh? Let’s see you try it again!” Song Nianqiang strode over, grabbed the dean by his collar, and shouted in his face. At this point, the dean was completely deflated. He’d dealt with troublemakers before, but never students bold enough to lay hands on teachers.

“Damn!” Song Nianqiang’s anger hadn’t cooled. He kicked the dean hard in the stomach, sending him stumbling back three steps until he crashed into the desk. Unable to stop himself, he flipped over the desk, landing headfirst with a heavy thump.

All the dean’s former authority had vanished. Seeing the big guy approaching, he shrank his head down between his legs and cried out at the top of his lungs, “Don’t hit me! Don’t hit me!”

The big guy snorted at the dean’s pathetic state, grabbed him by the collar, hauled him up, and pressed the dean’s hand—his slapping hand—against his own face, roaring, “Come on! Keep hitting! Weren’t you so tough before?”

The dean now resembled a meek lamb, neck drawn in, head bowed, silent. There was still another chair in the room; if these two maniacs lost their temper again, one more blow and he’d end up in the hospital for a month.

“Dean! Dean!” Anxious knocking sounded at the door. To the dean’s ears, it was music from heaven. The person knocking was Sun Liang’s homeroom teacher. Sun Liang had been badly injured by Song Nianqiang, and the school infirmary was useless, so they’d called an ambulance. The homeroom teacher had come to discuss how to explain things to the parents.

“What’s all the shouting about!” Song Nianqiang flung open the door, startling Sun Liang’s teacher outside. But what really shocked him was yet to come. When he saw the dean’s condition, he was so stunned he froze on the spot.

“You—you—they—you—” Sun Liang’s teacher was at a loss for words. Even if he’d been clueless before, now he understood exactly why the dean was in such a state. “Those two are utterly lawless! Not only do they beat students, now they’re attacking teachers!” He immediately turned and headed for the principal’s office.

When their higher-level principal heard of this vicious incident, he was furious, pounding the desk until it rattled. “What kind of students are these? They’re nothing but hooligans, thugs, and scoundrels!” Song Nianqiang and his companion had gained a few more titles.

Of course, Song Nianqiang and his friend knew they’d gotten themselves into trouble. Naturally, they made their way to the old principal. The old man knew their backgrounds, and before they’d come to school, he’d told them, “As long as you don’t kill anyone, anything else can be handled by me.” So, they followed his advice and went to the old principal’s office, recounting exactly what had happened.

“You two—can’t you behave yourselves for once! Beating students is bad enough, but now you dare to thrash the dean! You’re turning the whole place upside down!” The principal was so angry he pointed at their noses and cursed, “What you’ve done is absolutely atrocious, the kind of thing only truly rotten students would do!” And so, Song Nianqiang and his companion earned yet another title.

“No need to say more. We’ll drop out!” With things having escalated this far, quitting was their only option. But before Song Nianqiang finished speaking, the principal slammed his fist on the desk. “No way! You two get back there and take your exams properly! I’ll handle the rest. I’ll be your babysitter and clean up your mess!”

The principal was so incensed he resorted to calling himself “old man”—that was no easy feat. With the principal taking care of things, Song Nianqiang could relax and left looking thoroughly innocent.

Meanwhile, the leadership was searching the campus for Song Nianqiang and his companion. Sun Liang’s homeroom teacher spotted them each holding an ice cream, strolling toward the exam hall, and was instantly furious. But teachers tend to be clever; if these two could thrash the dean, he figured he wouldn’t stand a chance himself.

So Sun Liang’s teacher quickly dialed a few numbers on his phone, but before he could finish the calls, the vice principal came over and spoke with him for a while. What was said, Song Nianqiang and his companion didn’t know, but judging by Sun Liang’s teacher’s expression, it was rather amusing.

They returned obediently to the exam hall to continue Song Nianqiang’s test. As for how the situation would be resolved, it was none of Song Nianqiang’s concern. Rumor later had it that the dean was transferred to work in the boiler room, though whether this was true remained uncertain. From then on, Song Nianqiang never saw him again.

Shortly after returning to his seat, Jiang Ningzhi handed Song Nianqiang a note. He opened it, grinned, and shook his head. Seeing his expression, Jiang Ningzhi smiled in relief and went back to her exam. The note read, “Are you okay?”

Chemistry was a complete mystery to Song Nianqiang; he only knew two formulas: H2O and H2. Anything else was unfamiliar territory.

With nothing better to do, Song Nianqiang watched Jiang Ningzhi sketch. In half an hour, he had finished her portrait and secretly slipped it into her pocket. After Jiang Ningzhi finished her exam, she handed him another note. Song Nianqiang read it, laughed, and quickly nodded his agreement.

As for what was written on that note—well, that's a secret.