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Chapter Ninety-Three: The Challenge
Having decided to establish the Hall Society, Zhang Qiu arranged for Zhao Pingchuan, Gao Zhi, Wang Zhengxiang, and Yao Yu to spread the word after class. At the same time, Zhang Qiu decided that these four would serve as the leaders, each recruiting members based on their abilities. As for Zhang Qiu, he temporarily took a backseat, entrusting the matters to them, which he felt confident about.
In addition, at Beilan County Vocational School, Yang Yu was also secretly gathering people. The vocational school was different from Beiluan High School; firstly, Zhang Qiu did not have as much fame there, and secondly, the vocational school was a mixed bag with various factions involved, making it quite chaotic. The newly formed Hall Society lacked the capability to further develop within the vocational school. Zhang Qiu was well aware of this and had repeatedly advised Yang Yu to keep a low profile while recruiting.
Gao Zhi, Zhao Pingchuan, Wang Zhengxiang, and Yao Yu put in great effort to promote the society. Gradually, word spread from one person to ten and then to a hundred. Coupled with Zhang Qiu's previously established reputation during Senior Year, the once-diminished Annual Major Event became a hot topic again.
Every enthusiastic student automatically became a living advertisement for the Hall Society. News of its establishment quickly circulated among students. Several students who had previously expressed interest in following Zhang Qiu were among the first to pledge their allegiance and became core members of the Hall Society. In the following days, Gao Zhi, Zhao Pingchuan, Wang Zhengxiang, and Yao Yu each formed their own groups, ranging from a few to over ten members, collectively gaining some scale.
Similarly, news of Zhang Qiu's establishment of the Hall Society reached Zeng Fan's ears. With a dark expression, Zeng Fan said to his subordinates, "This Zhang Qiu! He is really getting out of hand. We haven't moved against him, yet he has gone ahead and formed a society—truly pushing his luck!"
"Fan Shao, let's take action! Just say the word and I'll bring my brothers to teach him a lesson!" Wang Zhen eagerly encouraged from the side; he had been itching for revenge since that night.
Zeng Fan squinted at the distance: "Of course we need to deal with him, but not at school." After thinking for a moment, he added, "In two weeks it will be the homecoming week. Tell Zhang Qiu that if he's a man, we’ll meet at the Yuan Dynasty Ancient City Ruins—don't be late!"
"Got it." Wang Zhen turned around with a cheerful smile; he had been waiting for this moment for far too long.
"Wait." Zeng Fan called Wang Zhen back. "Spread this news around; let all the brothers get involved—the more people know about it, the better."
Wang Zhen smirked confidently and replied, "Fan Shao, just watch me." With full confidence, Wang Zhen strode away; spreading rumors in a dull environment was an easy task since what was most lacking was news.
As Wang Zhen walked down the corridor, he suddenly turned back. Zeng Fan watched him return with confusion as Wang Zhen approached him and asked, "Back so soon?"
Wang Zhen's expression was somewhat strange. After hesitating for a moment and biting his lip, he said, "Fan Shao, I think I should bring a few people with me." As Wang Zhen walked down the hallway, he suddenly realized that he couldn't go alone. The last time he brought so many people, it ended badly. Although this time he was just delivering a message, Wang Zhen still felt uneasy.
Zeng Fan listened to Wang Zhen's words, feeling both angry and amused. He casually pointed to three people and said, "You guys go with him." After Wang Zhen walked away, Zeng Fan continued to glare at Wang Zhen's back and exhaled loudly.
With three people accompanying him, Wang Zhen felt much more secure. As they approached their destination, Wang Zhen even took a moment to smooth his hair before standing imposingly at the entrance of Class Eighteen. He declared, "Let Zhang Qiu from your class come out."
As soon as Wang Zhen spoke, the entire class fell silent, all students' eyes fixed on Wang Zhen and his companions at the door. They recognized him as the person who had been knocked down by Zhang Qiu that night. At this moment, they wondered what could be the reason for his visit. Many secretly thought that the rumors were true; a confrontation was finally happening.
When Zhang Qiu saw Wang Zhen standing at the door, he assumed he was there to fight. He stood up to fix his hair and straighten his clothes before striding over with a hint of a mocking smile on his lips.
Zhao Pingchuan, Gao Zhi, Wang Zhengxiang, and Yao Yu saw Wang Zhen's arrival and stood up to greet him. Members of the Hall Society in the class also got up and surged toward the classroom door. In an instant, both parties gathered at the narrow classroom entrance with no fewer than twenty people blocking it completely. Anyone wanting to enter or exit the classroom would have to use the back door.
Alongside Zhang Qiu was Jiang Xue. Ever since she realized her feelings for Zhang Qiu, she had positioned herself as his girlfriend. Now that Zhang Qiu was facing off against someone, she naturally stayed by his side as "Sister Zhang."
Seeing that Wang Zhen had only brought three people, Zhang Qiu understood that they were not there to fight. Ignoring Wang Zhen, he coldly stared at him while Gao Zhi was the first to speak up angrily: "What do you want? Didn't you get enough last time? Here to pick a fight again?"
Zhang Qiu chuckled at Gao Zhi's remark; his tongue was quite sharp. Wang Zhen glanced at Gao Zhi and then at Zhang Qiu, his face turning pale with anger but he dared not retaliate.
Wang Zhen didn't want to act rashly, but one of his followers became anxious and pointed at Gao Zhi while cursing: "You... ah! Ah!"
Before he could finish his sentence, Zhang Qiu had already twisted the finger pointing at Gao Zhi upward at a ninety-degree angle. The pain made the follower grimace as beads of sweat formed on his forehead. Zhang Qiu coldly looked at him and said slowly, "No one insults my brother Zhang Qiu. This time is just a lesson; next time it won't be so easy." With a flick of his wrist, he released the follower who quickly raised his hand to rub it.
Wang Zhen watched everything unfold with a face as dark as charred liver; veins throbbed on his forehead. He wished he could tear Zhang Qiu apart but knew he had to endure it. Wang Zhen realized he lacked the strength to confront Zhang Qiu directly; moreover, Fan Shao was already furious, and Zhang Qiu would undoubtedly pay for this insult eventually. Looking up at Zhang Qiu, Wang Zhen said, "Fan Shao wants me to tell you that if you're a man, meet me at the Yuan Dynasty Ancient City Ruins after school. We won't miss each other!"
Zhang Qiu let out a cold laugh, thinking to himself that it had finally come. He immediately replied, "Then let's not see each other again."
Seeing Zhang Qiu agree, Wang Zhen didn't linger any longer and took his people away. Only a fool would stay here to make himself miserable. The disciple whose fingers had been twisted by Zhang Qiu ran a few steps to catch up with Wang Zhen, looking aggrieved as he said, "Brother Zhen, you have to avenge me."
Wang Zhen stopped in his tracks, a sinister smile appearing at the corner of his plump mouth.
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