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Chapter Ninety-One: The First to Eat Crab
When Liu Xiaofei's words reached Zhang Qiu's ears, he merely smiled it off, not believing that Liu Xiaofei would actually dare to kill. "That was just his angry talk," Zhang Qiu told those around him.
After class one day, Zhang Qiu called Gao Zhi, Zhao Pingchuan, Wang Zhengxiang, and Yao Yu downstairs. The campus was bustling with students during the break, and no one paid attention to the five boys chatting under the willow tree. Zhang Qiu looked at everyone with an unusually serious expression; he had been contemplating this matter for a long time and had finally made up his mind to speak out.
"I called you all down to discuss something. Previously, we were just a small group, but now the situation has changed—there are over a dozen students who want to follow us. I think it's time to establish our own organization. What do you all think?"
Gao Zhi laughed without hesitation, saying, "Brother Qiu, as long as you've thought it through, I'm with you."
"Having an organization brings cohesion. Brother Qiu, I think it's feasible," Zhao Pingchuan agreed after some thought.
Wang Zhengxiang and Yao Yu exchanged glances and smiled, saying, "Since everyone is willing, let's go ahead and establish the organization."
"Great, then let's establish the organization," Zhang Qiu said with satisfaction as he looked at his friends. Although they joked around usually, they were reliable when it mattered. Thinking about the issues that would arise after forming the organization, Zhang Qiu continued, "Without a proper name, our words won't carry weight; without weight, nothing will get done. Since we're forming an organization, we need to be serious about it and have our own mission."
Gao Zhi was surprised and asked, "Brother Qiu, are you imitating Sun Yat-sen in founding the Tongmenghui? Our school is quite large; aside from official organizations, students haven't really done anything like that."
Zhang Qiu smirked slightly and replied casually, "I was just reviewing this history lesson. It's fine if no one has done it before; we'll be the first to eat crab."
Zhao Pingchuan nodded secretly beside him. He often thought of himself as quite insightful until he became familiar with Zhang Qiu and realized that Brother Qiu was even more exceptional. Zhang Qiu's considerations on certain matters left Zhao Pingchuan genuinely impressed. Finding solutions to problems may seem ordinary but is actually quite extraordinary. Back in the day, Chairman Mao faced relentless pursuit from the Kuomintang yet never gave up on his principles; this illustrates the point well.
"Brother Qiu, so what will our mission be?" Yao Yu adjusted his glasses and asked Zhang Qiu.
Zhang Qiu scanned the campus, observing the male and female students coming and going. He did not rush to answer but instead asked, "Let me ask you all a question: what do you think has the greatest impact on students in the campus? Or, what is it that students feel most powerless to change?"
Zhang Qiu's question left the four of them deep in thought. Zhao Pingchuan tried to speak up several times but felt his answers were inadequate. Seeing that everyone was silent, Gao Zhi took the initiative to say, "Brother Qiu, it's grades; that's what affects students the most. I can relate to that."
With Gao Zhi speaking up, it broke the ice, and Wang Zhengxiang and Yao Yu also shared their opinions. Only Zhao Pingchuan remained silent. After waiting for a while, Zhang Qiu summarized, "What you mentioned are indeed existing problems, but they don't hit the nail on the head. Poor grades are not a big deal; if one studies hard, things will improve. Problems that can be solved by oneself are not really problems; I'm thinking of something that cannot be resolved by an individual's strength."
"What is that?" Gao Zhi pondered for a moment but found most of his thoughts vague.
"Take our own experiences as an example: encountering someone like Zeng Fan. If we weren't united and instead were scattered like sand, wouldn't we have been taken down by Zeng Fan long ago?" Qiu Wan said, glancing at the silent Zhao Pingchuan. Although this statement was harsh, it was true, and everyone nodded in agreement.
Zhao Pingchuan suddenly looked up at Zhang Qiu and said, "Brother Qiu, I think I understand. What you mean is that the environment has the greatest impact on students, and it's something they cannot change themselves."
"Exactly," Zhang Qiu smiled knowingly. "What I want is the environment; its influence on a person is significant and does not contradict the active role of consciousness. If a student is focused on studying but someone disrupts him and leaves him helpless, can he solve the problem solely with his determination to learn?"
"No."
"Therefore, we have our mission: to ensure that students who join us are not influenced by other groups or bullied by others so they can study peacefully."
"Brother Qiu's idea is similar to those who collect protection fees in society," one of them remarked.
Zhang Qiu clapped his hands and laughed, "That's right; that's exactly what I mean."
The conversation between Zhang Qiu and Zhao Pingchuan made Gao Zhi, Wang Zhengxiang, and Yao Yu instantly understand Zhang Qiu's point. Especially Gao Zhi, who secretly admired how clever Zhang Qiu's idea was—bringing that concept from society into the school setting was truly remarkable.
Zhang Qiu saw that everyone understood his point and continued, "Our organization is like a student council, but we are the hidden student council that truly protects the interests of the students. This way, we can stand tall; it doesn't matter if the school doesn't recognize us, we will definitely win the support of the students."
"That's right, Brother Qiu, impressive," Gao Zhi said, giving a thumbs up. "If this were ancient times, you'd at least be a general, Brother Qiu."
Zhang Qiu chuckled, feeling flattered by the comment. Why wait for ancient times to be a general? In modern times, even today, Zhang Qiu envisioned a future where he donned a black outfit, wielding a sharp sword. Wherever the sword pointed, countless Brothers behind him would surge forward like a tidal wave to engulf their targets. Lost in his imagination, Zhang Qiu wore a radiant smile until he was interrupted by Wang Zhengxiang beside him.
"Brother Qiu, your ideas are great, but will the students really join us? Why should they believe we can protect them?" Wang Zhengxiang voiced his concerns. These matters seemed simple, but putting them into action was another story.
Zhang Qiu snapped out of his thoughts and didn't mind Wang Zhengxiang's skepticism; in fact, he appreciated it. A person only questions something when they care about it.
Zhang Qiu explained, "The purpose sounds nice but is quite abstract. When it comes down to it, it's just a worn-out phrase—'You can't touch my people.' It's that simple. What prompted me to make this decision were those ten or so who want to stick with me. Since there are people willing to join us, why not show our banner and openly recruit? The more people we have, the stronger we will be in protecting them."
As Zhang Qiu observed everyone's reactions, he noticed varying expressions on their faces, yet their gazes were firmly locked onto him with an intensity that surpassed even that of attending a class.
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