Chapter 25: The Horse Loses Its Majesty When It Gets Off

  Hua Hai cafeteria, crowded with people.

  Huahai University's eight canteens serve over 30,000 teachers and students. At meal times, it is inevitable that they are crowded and noisy. Zhao Heng and his friends enter the packed Southwest Canteen together, queuing for food, waiting for seats, occasionally being sized up by arrogant seniors who think they're superior, pointing and laughing, venting out their own past experiences of being bullied as freshmen.

  Zhao Heng was not dissatisfied, he felt that arguing with these people would lower his status, so he led the two of them to ignore them and follow the team in the small stir-fry department. Qiao Yuncai glanced at the menu on the wall to confirm his favorite food, while busy stealing glances at the beautiful women around him, and often squeezed out a very strange smile.

  But he soon became disappointed to find that the girls were mostly glancing at Zhao Heng.

  Song Qingguan also discovered this and couldn't help but secretly sigh that Zhao Heng's magnetic field was too strong.

  Fifteen minutes later, five reasonably priced stir-fries and six bowls of white rice were placed in front of the three people. Without much ado, Qiao Yuncai directly picked up his chopsticks and started eating. When Zhao Heng and Song Qingguan still had more than half a bowl of rice left, Qiao Yuncai had already started on his second serving. The speed at which he ate left Zhao Heng and the others in awe.

  "Ding Lingling, Fourth Miss of the Ding Family."

  As Zhao Heng put a piece of fish meat into his mouth, Song Qing's expression was slightly stunned, and then he lowered his voice and said: "Eight meters east of us, the new student who is popular among the students, Miss Ding from the Ding family, the younger sister of Ding San Shao. Although she can't compare to Du Ziyuan, her pursuers will not be less than Du Ziyuan."

  "She has a bad reputation and is rumored to have had numerous boyfriends."

  Song Qingguan told Zhao Heng and Qiao Yuncun what he knew, and also winked at Ding Lingling to inform her of the location. Zhao Heng didn't even look up and continued eating with his head down, while Qiao Baozi turned around with a chicken wing in his mouth and saw several rich and aggressive tall girls sitting not far away, one of whom was exceptionally proud and elegant.

  A head of smooth long hair swept to the left, a pink low-neck sleeveless shirt, ultra-short denim skirt below, wearing a pair of light-colored high heels, legs wrapped in embroidered black silk stockings, the pointed toe slightly shaking, this outfit not only did not affect her elegance but also gave her an air of maturity.

  This outfit perfectly showcases her stunning and alluring figure.

  Qiao Pangzi swallowed the whole chicken wing, although he didn't know Miss Ding Si, but with a glance, he knew that girl was the one who had splashed a bottle of cola on him, and he had already recognized her as the female driver. He turned his head to ask Song Qingguan: "Is it the middle one wearing Luohua stockings?"

  Song Qingguan nodded in agreement, "That's right, it was her, Miss Ding Si, Ding Lingling. I had some dealings with their circle before, but it wasn't suitable for my personality, so after a few chats, we lost touch. Besides, I'm not someone who would be noticed by others."

  With the support of the Du family, how could the Ding family's children possibly take Song Qingyuan seriously?

  Qiao Pangzi didn't tease him this time, but instead looked at Zhao Heng and said: "Heng Ge, so the one who scolded you that day was actually Ding Lingling? How did you provoke that arrogant woman? I thought she was just an ordinary rich second generation, but it turns out she's the fourth miss of the Ding family. It looks like we're in for a show from now on."

  Zhao Heng did not make a sound and continued eating calmly.

  "Ah, Heng, have you had a falling out with Ding Lingling?"

  Song Qingguan, who was drinking the thick and heavy soup with a strong flavor of monosodium glutamate, suddenly looked up and exclaimed: "Heng, do you have any grudges against Ding Lingling? This is going to be troublesome. Although this woman is as beautiful as a seductress, she has always been vengeful and will constantly target and attack you if you offend her. Otherwise, I can act as an intermediary?"

  "He hesitantly opened his mouth: 'Maybe she'll give me some face.'"

  Zhao Heng took a mouthful of rice with a piece of beef and calmly replied, "No need! She's the kind of person who holds grudges, how could she accept your mediation? If you go, it'll only make her look down on us and drag you into the whirlpool between me and her, so don't get involved in this matter."

  Song Qingguan knew Zhao Heng's temperament and helplessly let out a long sigh: "Alright."

  Qiao Pangzi couldn't help but ask: "Heng Ge, what's going on between you and her?"

  "Zhao Heng!"

  Before Zhao Heng could respond, a loud shout came from the side, and five or six robust boys surrounded them, holding stainless steel tableware in their hands, with a fierce aura on their faces. One of the boys, wearing a plaid shirt, took a step forward, shaking his bald head, and shouted:

  "Who is Zhao Heng?"

  "What's up?"

  These boys, who looked like they were born for sports, not only didn't show any tension when they saw Zhao Heng, but instead put on a high and mighty attitude. A hint of anger flashed in their eyes as the boy in the plaid shirt shouted: "Are you or are you not Zhao Heng? If it's not Zhao Heng, shut your mouth! Otherwise, don't blame us for smashing your pig brain!"

  Obviously looking for trouble.

  At this time, another boy came out from the side and pointed at Zhao Heng, saying: "He is Zhao Heng!"

  It's clear that he has accurate information, which can be seen from his absolutely affirmative tone. Qiao Pangzi's heart had a sudden flash of insight and turned around to see Ding Lingling and other tall girls looking at him with playful eyes. When the other party found out that he was staring at them, they didn't hesitate to glare back at him, raising one middle finger in disdain, being arrogant and domineering.

  Qiao Pangzi's face was slightly red with anger: This woman is still so arrogant!

  There's no doubt that this is also someone Ding Lingling brought over.

  "Are you Zhao Heng?"

  The bald-headed boy handed the tableware to a companion, and then walked over to pat Zhao Heng's shoulder twice. His smile was exceptionally gloomy: "What did I just call you for? You didn't respond! Do you think my questions are nonsense? Are new students also so arrogant? Come on, follow us outside to chat for a bit, we have something to discuss with you privately."

  "No time!"

  Zhao Heng said lightly, with a hint of disdain in his eyes. The four or five boys around him changed their faces, and anger flashed in their eyes at Zhao Heng's refusal to drink the penalty wine. If this were not the cafeteria, a fight would have already broken out. But the bald boy did not curse loudly, instead putting his arm around Zhao Heng's shoulder as if they were good friends:

  "Are you not going? Do you want to make me angry?"

  A smile spread across his face with a hint of malice: "Can you bear the consequences of making me angry?"

  Zhao Heng swept his hand aside and calmly spat out a single word: "Scram!"

  Song Qingguan and Qiao Pangzi both knew Zhao Heng's ferocity, and they were afraid that he would hurt the bald-headed boy in public. These were all the school's treasured darlings, mostly local officials' rich second-generation children. If Zhao Heng were to hurt them, their studies might be terminated before they even began. So Qiao Pangzi spoke up at the right moment:

  "Heng ge, this is the cafeteria, it doesn't look good."

  Song Qing pulled Zhao Heng's sleeve slightly, and the latter understood the meaning of his two roommates. He nodded lightly to indicate that he wouldn't cause trouble, but when these words fell into the ears of the bald-headed boy, he thought that the fat boy was afraid they would beat up Zhao Heng, so he reminded them not to make a scene in the cafeteria. The bald-headed boy sneered and put his hands on his hips:

  "What's wrong with the cafeteria? We can make it fun."

  These sports students who were recruited by Huahai University often represent the school or Huahai City to participate in various competitions, so they have special privileges in school. If they don't commit murder or arson, they can be considered as the top among students. Therefore, these people often fight in school or outside, and the school authorities only give warnings.

  Under the pressure of public opinion, they would give a severe punishment, but expulsion was absolutely impossible. Therefore, the bald-headed boys' arrogance wasn't without capital. Although bullying new students didn't sound good, it didn't mean they wouldn't dare do it. So, the bald-headed boy patted Zhao Heng's shoulder and said with a smile: "Be smart, come out for me."

  "Get out!"

  "Alright, alright, got it!"

  The bald-headed boy's arrogance towards Zhao Heng made him furious, which was a direct challenge to his authority. He glared and stretched out his hand to grab the tableware and hit Zhao Heng on the head, but just then he heard a loud shout from the doorway: "Old Ye, you're here!" Qiao Yuncai and the others turned their heads to look, and saw more than ten school leaders walking in through the door.

  The latter is smiling and waving at students.

  "Light brother, the school side came to the cafeteria for inspection."

  A boy leaning against the bald-headed boy spoke up: "No violence."

  "I know."

  Looking at the school leaders in the distant crowd, especially the white-haired old man who was leading them, the bald-headed boy could only disperse his anger and turned to glare at Zhao Heng, humming: "You little brat, you're lucky, running into the school's consolation visit to the cafeteria saved you. I'll let you off today, remember, stay away from Du Ziyuan."

  "Otherwise, I'll make you wish you were dead."

  Qiao Pangzi and Song Qingguan stared at Zhao Heng in surprise, not expecting that Zhao Heng was related to Du Ziyuan. At this time, the bald boy pointed at Zhao Heng again and said with a gloomy face: "You know what I mean, you should also know my patience. Zhao Heng, you're just a poor boy without power or influence, do you think you can pursue Du Ziyuan?"

  "It's like a toad wanting to eat swan meat!"

  Zhao Heng said calmly and steadily:

  "How can I be a toad and yet you are afraid that I will eat swan meat?"