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As the National College Entrance Examination approached in June, a palpable tension enveloped the nation, almost visible to the naked eye.
Yang Xiaoyou, sensitive to the atmosphere, instinctively shrank his neck as he stepped outside. No matter how strong his personal resolve was, he couldn't help but be affected by the collective anxiety radiating from parents, students, and teachers alike.
This made his demeanor more fitting for an ordinary examinee.
When he reached the ground floor, he spotted a sleek black SUV parked at the entrance. Qi Qiusheng was leaning casually against it, a cigarette dangling from his lips as he rolled down the car window.
“Brat, you’re so slow! If it weren't for Menglu waiting for me, I would have left you behind. You should thank me,” Qi Qiusheng remarked impatiently upon seeing Yang Xiaoyou.
“Hehe, don’t mind him! He doesn’t even know how nervous he is,” said Qi Menglu as she opened the back door, revealing her teasing nature and silencing her father’s thoughts.
Feng Lin sat quietly on the other side of Menglu. Although the three of them were not taking the exam at the same center, they were headed in the same direction. Despite Qi Qiusheng often displaying dissatisfaction with Yang Xiaoyou, he still made sure to pick them up early to take them to the examination venue.
Though he held a noble title and lived comfortably, he was not from an exceptionally wealthy family and thus placed great importance on this exam.
“Menglu, Yuzi has already secured a spot at Huangpu Military Academy. Why don’t you try hard to get in there too? The comprehensive subjects they offer are renowned worldwide. We could attend school together!” Once they got into the car and it started up, Qi Qiusheng began to coax his precious daughter.
He had always been very protective of Menglu and had never pushed her to train for anything. However, at this moment, he hoped his daughter could enter the military academy he had once aspired to attend himself—a way of fulfilling his own unachieved dream.
Yang Xiaoyou watched the father-daughter banter with a deadpan expression. While he sometimes considered meeting the expectations of his elders, joining a military academy felt like too much pressure for him.
“Take care on your way. I have some matters to attend to; Brother Huang will drop you off,” Zhang You said with a smile as he glanced at his son, who was already geared up and beside him stood Huang Yue, looking somewhat anxious.
The gentleman who wanted to treat him to dinner seemed to be doing so because of a previous rejection. He wanted to show Zhang You those children; if that didn’t work out, he planned to invest in establishing a local school where Zhang You could teach them.
Zhang You found it hard to outright refuse this offer. He admired the willingness to invest in such an endeavor. However, conducting such activities domestically would certainly not allow for firearms training due to regulations. The other party's identity was also somewhat sensitive. It was quite rare for someone in that position to withstand pressure and make such choices.
Nonetheless, Zhang You believed that if one truly wanted what was best for those children, maintaining conventional connections would ultimately be more beneficial. After all, in domestic environments, bodyguards rarely had access to firearms. Seeking training camps in Siberia seemed like an unnecessary detour.
After watching Brother Huang take the two away, Zhang You tidied himself up and turned to lock the door before heading outside. He hailed a taxi and gave the driver a destination.
"I didn't expect it to be so remote. The exam should have started by now, huh? Hehe. That brat, although his aptitude in my aspects is not bad, studying really is quite challenging." As he arrived at a mansion resembling a summer retreat in the outskirts, he couldn't help but marvel at its luxury, which reminded him of his son.
Ultimately, he himself had a special background and had gone through many hardships, so he wasn't overly worried about the final results; he just hoped his son could perform normally and get into the school he wanted.
"Mr. Zhang, Mr. Zhong has been waiting for you for some time," a suited man said respectfully as Zhang You reached the entrance of the mansion, gesturing for him to follow.
This treatment was something he had never experienced before, making him feel somewhat uncomfortable.
As he was led inside, he observed the surroundings. His heart quietly marveled at how someone could become such a renowned philanthropist. If his own family wasn't financially stable, he wouldn't be able to help others. He had heard that this mansion often hosted charity auctions, but he didn't expect there to be so many guards around during such ordinary times.
"Exams are so boring." In the examination room, Yang Xiaoyou lay listlessly on his desk. For him, if he could solve a problem, he would get the answer directly; if not, it meant missing some crucial part. The sheer number of questions on the college entrance exam felt irrelevant.
He then began to stare at the young and attractive proctor eating ice cream. Of course, he wasn't at the point of being crazed over her like some would be; however, appreciating beauty was something he enjoyed. Unlike others who pretended to sneak glances, he didn't bother hiding his interest.
Lying on the desk with his head still, his lethargic gaze followed her wherever she went, which might have been somewhat terrifying for her.
Ah, summer is wonderful.
The sight of that blatantly indulgent ice cream nearly brought tears to the young proctor's eyes as she struggled with her lack of experience in monitoring exams and found nowhere to hide.
It wasn't until the end bell rang that she felt a sense of relief. However, after collecting that peculiar student's paper, she discovered that he was one of the rare students who had actually completed all the questions on such an exam paper. Since she taught this subject herself, she could tell with just a glance that he wasn't writing nonsense; this completely caught her off guard.
Looking again at Yuying Middle School's identification number made her gasp in surprise. Were all students from this school monsters?
"Mr. Liu! This is completely different from what you initially said! I agreed to this out of respect for Boss Zhong's character, but why are you suddenly going back on your word? And if it's just a stable security job, training can easily be done domestically! Where is Boss Zhong? Is this decision made behind his back?" At the dining table, upon hearing these words and confirming they weren't a joke, Zhang You's face darkened as he slammed his hand on the table in anger.
"Hmph! Is it different from before? How did you promise us back then? Can feelings only be reneged by you? What a joke. Do you think Boss has the time to personally negotiate with someone like you? You think too highly of yourself. However, if you agree now, you'll be one of us, and I will naturally recommend you up the ranks. Hmph. This won't cost you anything; on the contrary, there are endless benefits. Don't refuse a toast and end up drinking a punishment instead!" The young man at the head of the table wore a cold expression.
This matter had been fully entrusted to him; he had to handle it beautifully.
A mere barbarian dared to negotiate terms and break promises?
It had always been his side that broke promises; how could it be anyone else's turn?
"Refusing a toast and drinking punishment instead?! Hahaha! Nonsense! Let's see if you can stop me today! One day, I will definitely seek justice from Boss!" Although Zhang You had lived a peaceful life for many years, his true nature had not changed in the slightest. He was usually patient and willing to explain if he felt he had done something wrong. But now that they were trying to force him, his temper flared.
A heavy Pressure enveloped the entire room.
"Hmph! A brute is just a brute. No matter how strong you are, what does it matter? Can you outrun a bullet?" The Liu Youth said coldly.
At that moment, several Suit Men in the corners of the room simultaneously drew their weapons.
Seeing their angles and the dark muzzles of the guns, Zhang You's face turned ashen. Just as the young man was about to gloat further, Zhang You snorted coldly and, without any visible movement of his arms, suddenly flipped the table with a loud crash, blocking at least half of the Gunman's line of sight.
He then adjusted his position to block another shooting angle while launching himself at the young man like a cheetah, aiming to capture him as a hostage. As long as he could grab hold of someone, he could escape under the threat of harm.
The fierce aura surrounding him resembled that of a primal beast charging forward, startling the young man into retreating frantically.
At that moment, however, Zhang You suddenly felt a tingling sensation in his chest and forcibly halted his advance. Just then, with a loud bang,
A bullet grazed past his chest. If his Reaction had been even slightly slower, he would have been hit directly.
The first gunshot sounded like just the beginning, followed by a series of rapid gunfire.
Even with Zhang You's skills, he found himself dodging in a rather awkward manner. He had thought these four were just ordinary bodyguards, but he never expected their marksmanship to be so precise and their reactions so swift!
They had clearly reached the level of graduates from his training.
At the very least, they were all retired special forces soldiers.
Against four ordinary gunmen, he would have had confidence in his experience and skills to evade them.
But facing such experts, just a few shots had already left him struggling to cope. If they continued to attack, one moment of distraction could mean getting hit.
A prolonged defense would inevitably lead to failure, especially against four well-coordinated and highly skilled veterans.
Ultimately, Zhang You's limit was reached after fifteen seconds of explosive effort. His speed suddenly slowed down a notch. Although he managed to avoid a fatal shot, a bullet still grazed his thigh, causing his leg to buckle and cramp, sending him crashing to the ground, his face bloodied and bruised.
At that moment, the young man who had been retreating in fear realized that the threat had diminished. He couldn't help but laugh as he stood up again. "Ha ha! You bunch of brutes! Always thinking about spilling blood or something. But no matter how tough you are, can you outmatch a gun? They may not be as strong as you or have trained as long, yet they can still easily take you down. How does that feel? Frustrating, isn't it? Ha ha!"
Initially frightened, this young man was now filled with indignation. If it weren't for his fear of the opponents' strength, he might have even wanted to kick them while they were down.
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