Chapter Thirty: The Most Realistic Outcome

  Just as the fierce battle was going on, a group of people walked down from the main road, which was outside the circle of this fight and caught people's attention. The sunlight at the horizon was dim, but the appearance of these people brought an atmosphere that was completely opposite to the scene. This side was a hot-blooded and bloody fight.

  On the other hand, everyone here is calm and peaceful. Each person's attire is vastly different from that of students in this phase. The clothing may not be considered trendy or luxurious, but in terms of matching and style, they belong to a type rarely seen in this small city, probably the kind of outfit that stands out in big cities as seen on TV.

  A few people stood at the edge of the empty lot, one of them chuckled and said, "Huh, this is interesting."

  Standing next to her, Chen Lingshan was stunned. These people were none other than Wang Weiwei and his group, who had once appeared out of nowhere during the holidays and paid for everything. Because she had a deep impression of him, Chen Lingshan remembered Wang Weiwei's appearance. At this moment, seeing him walk down the road with several people, her attention fell on his face, aside from being concerned about Su Can's fight.

  Wang Weiwei didn't recognize Chen Lingshan, but simply focused on her appearance. A beauty will always attract people's attention, regardless of their identity. Later, Wang Weiwei led the way to sit down at a nearby snack stall, "I was just getting bored, and it just so happens that I stumbled upon a good show!"

  Several people sat down, and Wang Weiwei still looked at Lin Luoran with some concern. Lin Luoran was still as elegant as ever, hesitated for a moment, and then sat down, which made Wang Weiwei feel a little more at ease. These several princes-like men, dressed in Versace and Dior, including one who had applied Lanc?me men's face cream, sat down in a corner of this small city, ordered a few dishes of stir-fried potatoes and skewers, and watched the fierce battle scene in front of them, which would make people who knew them drop their jaws in surprise.

  Using a knife to wipe his wrist, that's the unconventional of later generations. For Wang Weiwei and her circle, what they are doing now is enough to make those old-fashioned people shocked as unconventional.

  But they are used to using this way to escape from the suffocating family space that is about to make people breathless.

  "Wow, that kid... seems to be the one who's good at playing ball!" Nicknamed "Little Five", Lin Wudong furrowed his eyebrows.

  "Oh, it seems so." Wang Weiwei also apparently recognized Su Can, but the Su Can who was waving half a brick in the crowd was somewhat beyond his expectations.

  Lin Huoran glanced in that direction, her eyes lit up and she smiled, "Pretty bloody ah." Although Lin Huoran usually looked cold and elegant, sometimes there was a boyish side to her personality, which was also why she could often go on adventures with Wang Weiwei.

  "Watching him play games calmly, you can tell that this kid still has a hidden trump card in his heart. He's also good at fighting, very calm, although without any particular skill, but always able to ensure that he inflicts minimal harm on himself while making effective counterattacks..."

  Mao Suo, who grew up in the military compound, smiled slightly. He was perhaps the most unassuming person among them all, wearing a sweater and long pants, which couldn't hide his lean yet robust physique.

  Then he lit a cigarette and tossed the Zippo lighter onto the table, glancing at Wang Weiwei.

  Wang Weiwei waved his hand, and Mao Lu, who was about to stand up, sat back down. Among these people, Wang Weiwei was the first to look at him, and they all understood that in the future, their life paths would be closely tied to Wang Weiwei, forming a vast network of connections.

  "Halt!" Just as Wang Haoran suddenly intervened in the clash between the two sides, fiercely separating the entwined parties, he finally stopped the increasingly intense fight.

  Someone covered their bruised forehead and the back of their hand, secretly retreating in shock. Just now, they were still competing with Su Can Xue Yi Yang for victory, but now thinking about those flying tiles, they felt a wave of fear in their heart.

  Bang! Su Can threw the brick in his hand to the ground, patted the still trembling and sore muscles of his hand, wiped away the bloodstain at the corner of his mouth, and calmly stared at this group of people.

  This posture made the crowd even more astonished, they all had a slight twitch in their eyelids, and their hands and feet were still trembling slightly from the intense battle. Each person was still feeling lingering fear, and Su Can's cold eyes added an inexplicable sense of dread to them.

  Xue Yi Yang's body was slightly more battered than his, but this kid was quite fierce when he got angry. A few people were pointing at Xue Yi Yang, clutching their bruised bodies where he had hit them with bricks, and they all seemed to know him before, but now looked utterly shocked. "Xue Yi Yang, good job! Good job!"

  It was originally what Su Can wanted to avoid, pulling Xue Yi Yang into such a circle that didn't fit in with the atmosphere of Class One. However, today Xue Yi Yang's crazy energy made Su Can's heart surge with excitement. On the surface, it seemed like Xue Yi Yang was very smooth and unwilling to offend any circles in Municipal No. 1 Middle School, also having an air of superiority as a student of Class One, always drawing boundaries and setting limits for himself.

  But the kind of feelings that two people have grown up together, cannot be blocked by this worldly boundary. When encountering a truly important juncture, such as being surrounded by others, if it doesn't erupt then nothing will happen, but once it erupts, Xue Yi Yang's loss of rationality still inexplicably moves Su Can's heart.

  "You're not convinced, come on!" Even if it was someone he had played football with in the same stadium before, and the other party was a high school student, Xue Yi Yang was now completely furious, holding up a brick and pointing at the other person, his eyes bulging out, making Su Can laugh and cry at the same time.

  The two of them were exhausted, and if they continued to fight, they probably wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer. Xue Yi Yang still dared to provoke him, truly with an aura that was more than sufficient, and in this aspect alone, he had already suppressed his opponent by more than one move.

  ???

  Wang Hao Ran's gaze, however, was not on the two of them as he watched to stop this PK. Su Can turned his head and exchanged a glance with Wang Wei Wei at the snack stall.

  Wang Weiwei gave Su Can a smile and gave him a thumbs up.

  Wang Haoran's anger flared up again, doesn't this mean he is supporting Su Can?

  "Who the hell are you?! Get down here and I'll take care of you too!"

  Wang Wei's companions, Xiao Wu and a few others, suddenly felt an itch in their hearts and involuntarily rolled up their sleeves.

  "Shut up!" Wang Haoran reacted immediately and shouted out loud, and the people around him suddenly fell silent.

  Wang Haoran remembered the Wang Weiwei in front of him, at a banquet in the "August 1st Triumph" hotel, this group of people had appeared in front of Wang Weiwei. In Xia Hai City, everyone must know about the Kayla Hotel, because it is also the most luxurious business banquet high-end hotel in all of Xia Hai City.

  However, few people know that the Bayi Hotel is a municipal government-funded hotel that only receives important guests and is not open to the outside world. It has no stars, but it is built with a depth and luxury that will not be inferior to the Kayla Hotel.

  Wang Haoran had been to this hotel many times due to his uncle, the deputy secretary of the municipal party committee. However, he could never forget the scene at a recent banquet where Wang Weiwei was surrounded by admirers. The person leading Wang Weiwei and others was said to be his maternal uncle, a calm and composed middle-aged man. Just sitting there, one could tell that he had an air of superiority, looking down on everyone else.

  And people like Wang Jinrong, the municipal party secretary and Mayor Hong Xiaotian, although they were very calm and composed in front of that person, however, they showed a hint of trying to curry favor with Wang Weiwei.

  Wang Hao Ran naturally couldn't clearly distinguish the hierarchy, but relying solely on his own sensitive comparisons, he knew that he and Wang Wei were not on the same level. To put it bluntly, if a conflict arose, he would be beaten to a pulp and possibly disappear. However, if Wang Wei were beaten to a pulp, his uncle Wang Jin Rong would likely want him dead as well.

  In Wang Haoran's heart, this is the most realistic outcome.