Yuan Dabing panted as he leaned against Song Zhiqiu. "I didn't expect you to be so good at fighting! I didn't realize it in school. Good fellow, you hid it well. You can study and fight. Brother, you have to teach me next time."
"You don't need me to teach you how to fight. After today, you will know how to fight. When you're in your third year, you will be able to handle three to five people on your own," Song Zhiqiu replied while smiling. He looked like he was fine but, in reality, his body was hurting everywhere.
He knew how to study and he knew how to fight… This was nothing. He fought and played games in junior high.
He pretended to be a good student in school and not outside the school. Even the teachers didn't notice anything amiss when he switched his personality.
If he didn't end up in the police station and coincidentally met Uncle Yang who was promoted to the Southern Province, he and his cousin, Yang Heng, would still be fighting.
