Chapter Eleven: Catching Thieves

  "Whatever, I'm done with you. I need to take a shower first, and then I have something else to attend to later." Zhao Yang said with a shrug.

  "Take a bath? What are you taking a bath in so early?" Lin Xueqi was taken aback.

  Zhao Yang pointed to his body and said: "I just went out for exercise and I'm all sweaty. How can I not take a bath?"

  "What? You said you just broke out in a sweat!?"

  Lin Xueqi almost jumped up, "You're so inconsiderate! You broke out in a cold sweat and didn't even tell me, I ended up pouncing on you just now, isn't that making my whole body smell of your stinky sweat? And my mouth... Ahhh! You're so inconsiderate, I'm not done with you!"

  Lin Xueqi went crazy and shouted loudly, rushing directly into the bathroom, gargling hastily.

  This life is so bleak... Waaah, why am I so unlucky......

  Lin Xueqi felt a pang of sadness and resentment in her heart.

  ……

  After taking a bath, Zhao Yang changed into casual clothes and took the admission notice of "H University" left by his grandfather before going out.

  Zhao Yang didn't know exactly which day H University would start, but it should be around these days. He had to go and communicate with the school leaders first.

  Zhao Yang's home was not far from H's place, about a 10-minute walk. Soon Zhao Yang arrived.

  Before, Zhao Yang occasionally came to H University to play and was still quite familiar with it.

  Because school hasn't started yet, there are still relatively few students on the campus of H University, with only a few people walking around here and there.

  After inquiring with the teacher on duty at school, Zhao Yang found the office of Principal Li Mingcheng.

  Knock knock!

  Zhao Yang knocked on the door.

  "Please come in."

  Hearing the voice inside, Zhao Yang pushed open the door and walked in.

  "Excuse me, is there something I can help you with?" Principal Li Mingcheng looked up and asked after seeing Zhao Yang.

  "Principal Li, I have something to discuss with you." Zhao Yang walked up to Principal Li Mingcheng's desk and handed him the admission notice in his hand. "It's like this, Principal Li, my name is Zhao Yang, two years ago..."

  At this point, Zhao Yang roughly explained what had happened.

  Li Mingcheng heard and flipped open Zhao Yang's admission letter, took a look, then searched on the computer, and nodded: "Hmm, it's true. Your grandfather did come to find me back then. Since you've now woken up and recovered, you can just enroll with this year's new students."

  Zhao Yang immediately expressed his gratitude: "Thank you, Principal Li."

  Li Mingcheng smiled and said, "No need to be polite. You were one of the top ten students in our province's college entrance examination, I hope you can study well after enrollment. Oh, right, five days later you can go through the admission formalities, just take this note and the admission notice to handle the formalities."

  Li Mingcheng wrote another note and handed it to Zhao Yang.

  "Alright, thank you Principal Li." Zhao Yang took over the note and thanked him again.

  Leaving Principal Li's office, Zhao Yang couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. Looking around at the campus, he thought to himself: Grandfather, in just a few more days your grandson will be a student at H University, I've fulfilled your wish, and I hope you can see all of this from heaven.

  Walking out of H University campus, Zhao Yang wandered aimlessly.

  At this time, a sudden cry came from behind: "Catch the thief! Robbery!"

  At the words, Zhao Yang was stunned for a moment, and then he quickly turned his head to look back. He saw a young man in his early twenties holding a woman's handbag and running wildly with his head down. Behind him, not far away, a 17 or 18-year-old girl was chasing after him with an anxious expression.

  "Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

  The thief suddenly drew out a gleaming dagger from his waist and waved it up and down, trying to scare off the pedestrians who wanted to stop him.

  As expected, the pedestrians around originally wanted to stop the thief, but when they saw the thief pull out a dagger and look ferocious, they retreated one after another, not daring to risk their lives.

  Those pedestrians indeed didn't dare block him, and the thief couldn't help but reveal a few points of triumphant color, immediately fleeing towards a small alley by the side of the road.

  Seeing this, Zhao Yang didn't hesitate and chased after him.

  Zhao Yang's speed was much faster than the little thief, seeing that the little thief was about to dash into the alley, Zhao Yang no longer held back, the internal energy in his body suddenly burst out, his feet stomped on the ground, and he instantly shot out like a cannonball. Then, with a somersault, one foot landed on the wall of the entrance of the alley, and with another flip, he jumped over the little thief's head and blocked him in front.

  "Put down your bag!"

  Zhao Yang looked at the thief coldly.

  The thief obviously did not expect Zhao Yang to catch up with him so quickly, especially the aerial flip move that shocked him.

  He immediately showed a fierce look, grasping the dagger in his hand and pointing at Zhao Yang, shouting loudly: "You little bastard, if you don't want to die, get out of here quickly, otherwise I won't be polite to you!"

  "You think you can be rude to me? I'd like to see how you'll be rude to me!" Zhao Yang sneered.

  The thief glanced at the girl who was chasing after him and the crowd of onlookers, then gritted his teeth and ferociously swung his dagger at Zhao Yang.

  "Ah! Get out!"

  Zhao Yang glanced disdainfully and instead of retreating, he advanced with his five fingers spread out, grabbing the dagger that the thief was swinging at him.

  Bang!

  Zhao Yang grabbed the thief's wrist and suddenly pinched it with force.

  At once, a "crack" sound was heard, and the thief immediately let out a scream like a slaughtered pig.

  "Ah! My hand!"

  At the moment when the thief let out a miserable cry, the dagger in his hand also fell to the ground. Zhao Yang's right hand swooped down and caught the falling dagger in his palm.

  With a single hand grasping the dagger, Zhao Yang's wrist made a series of swift turns, effortlessly conjuring up a dazzling display of knife work that left onlookers bewildered. Then, with an enigmatic smile, he gazed at the thief and said, "I told you to put down your bag, yet you insisted on suffering this physical pain!"

  The pain in his wrist made the thief break out in a cold sweat, but he was clearly unwilling to give up yet, and with the hand holding the bag he fiercely smashed it towards Zhao Yang's head.

  Zhao Yang glanced over, smiled faintly, and with a sudden twist of his left hand, he shook his wrist, accompanied by a "click" sound, immediately dislocating the thief's right arm.

  At the same time, his body slightly shifted to one side, allowing him to dodge the bag that the thief had thrown down.

  Zhao Yang immediately kicked the thief's leg with one foot again.

  With a thud, the thief's knee undoubtedly crashed heavily onto the ground, and his mouth let out another cry of pain.

  "How dare you still resist?"

  Zhao Yang let go of the thief's dislocated arm and his hand was stuck on his neck.

  "I dare not, I dare not! Big brother, I was wrong, please spare me!"

  The thief knew he couldn't escape and immediately began begging for mercy.

  However, Zhao Yang did not pay attention to him. He kicked him to the ground with one foot and stepped on him, making it impossible for him to get up. Then he squatted down to pick up the lady's handbag that had been stolen by the thief and patted off the dust on it.

  At this time, the girl also caught up with a gasp...

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