dkrc Chapter 57 Public Enemy of Boys
Chapter 57 Public Enemy of Boys
Since the incident, the atmosphere in Class 1 of Grade 6 has become somewhat strange.
Chen Lang's cunning and Liu Yifei's ferocity spread like wildfire throughout the class and even the entire grade.
The boys no longer dared to underestimate these two little ones who had skipped grades.
Especially Liu Yifei.
That little girl, who looked like she stepped out of a painting, was quick and ruthless when she got to work.
Afu, weighing over 100 pounds, was powerless against her.
He was knocked down with just one punch and two kicks.
Poyang Street Primary School, a prestigious school for the elite, is generally attended by students from wealthy families with strict upbringing. Fighting is strictly prohibited at the school.
Who knows if you hit the leader's son or the mayor's daughter?
Especially since he lost to a girl who was several years younger than him.
That would be incredibly embarrassing.
A child's self-esteem is sometimes bigger than the sky.
Ah Fu's three buddies, now, avoid Chen Lang and Liu Yifei like mice seeing a cat.
The other boys no longer dared to provoke Liu Yifei.
The girls' reactions, however, were the complete opposite.
They didn't dislike Chen Lang's sly and mischievous personality; on the contrary, they found it particularly interesting.
Clever, resourceful, and with just the right amount of domineering.
Most importantly, he's good-looking.
With fair skin, delicate features, and bright, dark eyes, she always looks at people quietly, with a composure beyond her years.
In addition, Chen Lang has too many accolades to list.
Being a student who skips a grade is itself a sign of intelligence.
Students are allowed to read novels during class, and the teachers don't care.
His reputation as a musical prodigy had already spread from first grade to sixth grade.
This was in the 1990s.
Popular culture from Hong Kong and Taiwan is sweeping across the entire mainland with overwhelming force.
The Four Heavenly Kings, the Little Tigers, and Jimmy Lin.
Which one of them wasn't a heartthrob for countless young girls?
In the class, which girl didn't have a few cassette tapes hidden in her schoolbag, and which girl didn't copy a few cheesy song lyrics into her notebook?
Many of them were sent by their parents to learn piano, dance, and English from a young age.
So they know better than anyone just how difficult it is to play music so well and understand English novels.
The halo brought by this talent is far more dazzling than academic excellence.
As for what Afu and the others were saying in private, that Chen Lang and Liu Yifei had been a couple since childhood and were childhood sweethearts.
Few girls take such words to heart.
Kids don't know what a pair is.
It's like everyone's been paired up as a kid, but who took it seriously?
As a result, Chen Lang's popularity in the class actually increased instead of decreased.
His two female classmates behind him, Zhou Ting and Li Li, became his number one fans.
Every day I'm either borrowing an eraser or a ruler.
"Chen Lang, I bought a new Jacky Cheung cassette tape yesterday, but I don't quite understand the lyrics. Could you help me take a look?"
Zhou Ting handed over a neatly copied lyric book.
"Chen Lang, how do you pronounce this English word? The teacher read it too fast, I didn't hear it clearly."
Li Li held an English textbook, pointed to a word on it, and practically leaned right in front of him.
It's not just them.
During breaks between classes, other girls would always find various excuses to get close to him.
"Chen Lang, I heard you can compose music. I copied this playlist, could you take a look and see if you can revise it to make it sound better?"
"Chen Lang, I have some White Rabbit milk candy here, do you want some?"
Liu Yifei, standing to the side, pouted and flipped through her book with a rustling sound.
Looking at these enthusiastic older women, Chen Lang felt deeply moved.
He reminisced about his elementary school days in his previous life.
The girls in the class are all like tomboys.
She wore unfashionable clothes, had short hair or a bob haircut, and would chase boys all over the playground after class. She was ready to fight you at the drop of a hat.
Unlike now.
The girls in the class were all dressed up beautifully.
She was wearing a pretty dress and her hair was neatly combed.
She speaks softly and smells wonderful.
Those who can attend Poyang Street Primary School generally come from well-off families.
With good genes and sufficient nutrition, one's appearance is naturally bound to be good.
At the age of twelve or thirteen, the little girl had already grown up quite a bit.
Chen Lang thought to himself, "What a wonderful era this is."
However, feelings of regret are just feelings.
The current situation still needs to be handled properly.
On the one hand, he had to maintain a polite distance from these overly enthusiastic older women, and on the other hand, he couldn't let his little jealous wife throw a tantrum.
I can't keep a long face and hurt these young ladies' feelings.
This is a way of dealing with things that avoids offending or hurting anyone.
If this happened twenty years from now, he'd definitely be a central air conditioner, a prime example of a scumbag.
But in this simpler era, it was exceptionally useful.
He charmed the girls, making them think he was both gentle and talented.
He was riding high on his success, while the boy was naturally seething with hatred.
Everyone has a time when they first fall in love.
Everyone has a girl they secretly like.
Seeing his crush, or even his childhood sweetheart and future girlfriend, spending all her time flirting with other guys.
No wonder I feel terrible.
They could fight, but they couldn't win.
The shrew next to him is no pushover.
The scolding is ineffective and doesn't hurt at all.
They simply ignore you.
So this resentment could only be made up for elsewhere.
Soon, some people began to take action.
During Chinese class that afternoon.
A boy named Zhang Wei suddenly stood up from his seat.
"Teacher, I'm reporting this!"
He pointed at Chen Lang, his face radiating righteous indignation.
"Chen Lang doesn't pay attention in class; he's always reading extracurricular books!"
All eyes in the class instantly turned to Chen Lang.
The homeroom teacher, Ms. Zhang, adjusted her glasses, glanced at the book on Chen Lang's desk whose cover was entirely in a foreign language, and then looked at Zhang Wei, who had a righteous expression on his face.
His face was expressionless.
"Zhang Wei, sit down."
"The school is aware of Chen Lang's situation."
"You just need to mind your own business."
Zhang Wei was stunned; he hadn't expected his teacher to react this way.
Isn't reading extracurricular books during class a serious crime that defies the rules and must be severely punished?
He had rented a copy of Li Liang's "Yang Xiaoxie Unleashes His Power" from the bookstore last time, but before he could finish reading it, Teacher Zhang confiscated it.
I can't even get my 10 yuan deposit back.
How come it's taken for granted when it comes to Chen Lang?
He was still unconvinced and wanted to say something more.
But he found that the girls in his class were all looking at him with disdain.
Those eyes clearly conveyed a few words.
Snitching is shameful.
Zhang Wei's face flushed red instantly, and he slunk down.
The class's academic representative, a boy with small glasses who looks refined, is named Yang Wei.
He also disliked Chen Lang's indifferent attitude.
Complaining won't work.
Then defeat him fair and square in your studies.
We should give this student who skipped a grade a good beating.