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Chapter Ninety-Two Hall Society
Zhang Qiu looked at everyone seriously and continued, "The process of protecting our own creates a powerful attraction. This powerful attraction is the force we can rely on to protect ourselves. We will become stronger and stronger, and the stronger we are, the better we can protect ourselves. This is a positively correlated mathematical problem."
"I understand now, Brother Qiu," Wang Zhengxiang said, unable to hide his excitement. Zhang Qiu's words opened up a vast prospect for him. When Brother Qiu's vision comes to fruition, as an elder in this organization, he would truly be impressive. Perhaps he would be celebrated by successive generations of newcomers like those top students who are mentioned year after year.
While Wang Zhengxiang was excited, Gao Zhi was also eager to participate. Yao Yu remained quietly standing there, occasionally adjusting his glasses perched on his nose. On the other hand, Zhao Pingchuan was more composed; although he was excited, he understood how difficult it would be to realize this process. Zhao Pingchuan asked Zhang Qiu, "What should we name the organization, Brother Qiu?"
Zhang Qiu extended his right hand and gently stroked the thick trunk of a willow tree, his fingertips sliding slowly along the texture, and his eyes became somewhat moist. After a while, Zhang Qiu said, "I came up with the name back in middle school."
His thoughts drifted back to middle school when he and Yang Yu were still short kids, mingling and playing together. Influenced by the underworld and movies at that time, Zhang Qiu and Yang Yu decided to form an organization called Hall Society, symbolizing control over life and death.
In a short time, Zhang Qiu and Yang Yu really gathered a group of people together. However, being just kids, they eventually drifted apart as they played. Among those from back then, some would still greet each other when they met, while others had become strangers; only Yang Yu remained close.
As Zhang Qiu thought about this, he couldn't help but smile wryly. Who would have thought that after going around in circles, he would return to the path of forming a club? Was this fate playing tricks on him?
Seeing that Zhang Qiu had fallen into deep thought, everyone chose not to disturb him and waited quietly nearby. The hurried school bell brought Zhang Qiu back to reality; he quickly said, "Hall Society" and rushed with a few others toward the classroom. They dared not be late for their history class with their homeroom teacher, Zhao Guohong.
When they arrived at the classroom, Zhao Guohong was already standing at the podium. Fortunately, he didn't notice them and continued with his lecture. After class, Zhang Qiu called a few people to gather under the willow tree again to continue their previous discussion.
Yao Yu asked Zhang Qiu, "Brother Qiu, why is it called Hall Society? Do you believe in religion?"
Zhang Qiu shook his head with a smile: "I don't have any religious beliefs; I chose this name because Hall Society symbolizes life and death." He then recounted how he met Yang Yu in middle school and started the club, leaving everyone astonished.
"Brother Qiu, you’re up so early... I really didn’t see this coming." Zhao Pingchuan sighed from the side. Given Zhang Qiu's usual personality, he really didn’t seem like one of those arrogant delinquents.
Zhang Qiu smiled and said, "Just playing around, it’s nothing like a real gang."
Zhao Pingchuan asked again, "Brother Qiu, why did you disband later?"
"That's a long story. At that time, when we started the club, we were quite ahead of our time. There wasn’t a single club in the entire school; what existed were just small groups, people gathering around a certain individual to form a faction. We were fundamentally different from them; they loved to fight while we were just in it for the fun and thought it was interesting. But this touched their interests."
"You guys got into a fight?"
"Not just one fight; we had many. Both Yang Yu and I have been cornered before. The key moment was once when we were at the bike shed getting our bicycles, and a group surrounded us. At that time, Yang Yu and I were leaving school together. After being surrounded, we swung our bicycles at them and cleared a path. We didn’t want to linger; we knocked down the ones in front and ran away. But then more people came."
As Zhang Qiu spoke, his expression turned serious, and Zhao Pingchuan finally felt the cold aura emanating from him—cold, inexplicably cold.
Everyone eagerly awaited the next part of the story, but Zhang Qiu waved his hand and said, "Forget it, forget it. Now is the time for Hall Society to shine again. I don’t want to see any more disbandment; I hope everyone can join me to create our own future together."
Qiu Wan extended his hand, scanning the faces of everyone present.
Gao Zhi placed his hand on Zhang Qiu's hand, creating an atmosphere reminiscent of a chilling wind by the river. Zhao Pingchuan, Wang Zhengxiang, and Yao Yu followed suit, placing their hands on the previous person's hand. Finally, Zhang Qiu pressed his left hand firmly on top and shouted, "Let’s go!"
"Let’s go!" The shouts from Zhang Qiu and the others attracted glances from passing students, but no one paid them any mind. No one would have thought that several students were forming a club under a willow tree.
After deciding to establish the club, Zhang Qiu only informed Yang Yu afterward. Yang Yu complained over the phone, "Brother Qiu, that’s not fair! Why didn’t you wait for me for such a big decision?"
Zhang Qiu just chuckled lightly as Yang Yu continued, "Brother Qiu, how about this? I’ll bring all my people to join; let’s do this and reclaim our former glory."
"Sure, if you don't join me, I won't agree either." Qiu Wan and the others laughed.
Yang Yu asked again, "Brother Qiu, what are you planning to do about Liu Xiaofei? He has already come out and is spreading the word that he wants to kill you."
Zhang Qiu sneered, "Let him come if he wants to kill me."
"Brother Qiu, should we go after him? Right now, Liu Xiaolong and Liu Xiaofei have lost their big supporter, Wang Guodong. They are not as strong as before. I have also found out where they often go; it's at a hotel." Yang Yu was eager for action, feeling bored lately.
Zhang Qiu thought for a moment and replied, "No need. We don't need to pay attention to Liu Xiaofei for now; just keep an eye on him. There are too many things going on to manage everything at once. The current focus is on Beiluan No. 1 Middle School. Wang Zhen's matter will definitely not be settled easily by Zeng Fan. I suspect he might do something when he goes home. As for Song Weidong, I don't know what his situation is. He is a sworn enemy of Zeng Fan but has connections with Liu Xiaolong. The higher you stand, the more you notice; Beiluan No. 1 Middle School seems calm but is actually a deep pool. I need to think this through carefully."
"Alright, Brother Qiu, you make the arrangements. Just let me know if you need anything." After Yang Yu finished speaking, Zhang Qiu chatted with him for a few more minutes before hanging up.
The Hall Society, which had been silent for three years, suddenly revived this spring. Three years ago, it was just a group of kids playing around. Three years later, they were still a group of kids but were now serious about things. Could it be that fate had already arranged everything, and growing up was this absurd?
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