Chapter 1: Are you sick?

  Thinking of being knocked down by him in front of all the students and instructors, then punched left and right ----- Tóng Shàngwǔ just wanted to die.

  He clenched Lu Yifei's hand and said in a hateful tone: "I won't let him go. I definitely won't let him go."

  "I know, I know." Lu Yi flew over and patted Tong Shangwu's shoulder repeatedly, signaling him not to get agitated. "I know you've been wronged. We're old friends, if he hit you, it's like hitting me - I won't let him off either. But we must calm down now. We have to be calm."

  "I know." Tong Shangwu nodded and said. "Yifei, you're smarter than me. The matter of revenge will depend on you."

  "Don't worry, I won't let you down." Lu Yifei gritted his teeth and said. "It's not necessarily about winning with your fists."

  He pointed to his own head and said, "The victory here is the ultimate victory."

  Tong Shangwu wanted to coordinate with Xiao Xiao's smile, but before his mouth could even curve upwards, his nose suddenly started aching.

  "You're a damned hybrid!" He cursed loudly, punching his fist on the iron bed below.

  "What's going on? What's going on?" Xiao Xueming had just finished smoking a cigarette outside and came in to hear a loud "bang". "Want to demolish the house? You're cured, why don't you hurry up and get out of here? What are you still doing here?"

  "Let's go now, let's go now." Lu Yifei helped Tong Shangwu up, with a forced smile on his face.

  Just as Huang Wenyi finished her phone call and came back, the three of them quickly left the old man's sphere of influence.

  Because Tang Chong is the new student that Jiao Yu Heng, the dean of the Psychology Department, just accepted this year, he also receives even more attention.

  When Tang Zhong's 'glorious deeds' were once again passed into Jiao Yu Heng's ears, he couldn't help but take out some time to have a talk with Tang Zhong.

  He has just been here for a few days and has already fought with people several times. Is this the kind of student you want to cultivate as an elite disciple?

  Moreover, Jiao Yu Heng secretly thought to himself that he was getting older and no longer had the energy to take on disciples. From now on, he would not accept any more apprentices.

  That is to say, Tang Zhong may be his own closed-door disciple.

  Father loves his youngest son. Jiao Yu Heng also has a different expectation for Tang Chong.

  So, after the military training ended at noon, Li Qiang, who had been waiting for a long time by the side of the playground, walked straight over to Tang Chong and said: "Tang Chong, Dean Jiao wants you to go to his office."

  "Alright." Tang Zhong replied. Then he smiled and asked: "Teacher Li, did the principal say what it was about?"

  "No." Li Qiang shook his head. He thought to himself, you're the one who's Dean Jiao's student, and if Dean Jiao had something on his mind, he wouldn't possibly tell me about it. If it weren't for your sake, why would Dean Jiao call his own student's counselor?

  He paused for a moment, then added another sentence and said: "Tang Chong, I also heard about what happened last night. Although it's said to be a martial arts exchange, there should still be limits-----and in the future, don't fight again. It's not good for your reputation. It's not good for Dean Jiao's reputation either."

  "I understand." Tang Zhong said gratefully. Besides your parents, there is someone else who is willing to tell you these big truths, proving that the person really cares about you.

  Li Qiang smiled and said, "Go ahead. Don't keep Director Jiao waiting."

  "Alright, I'll go now." Táng Zhòng said.

  "Knock knock-----" Standing at the door of the director's office, Tang Chong lightly knocked on the door panel.

  "Come in." A voice came from inside, belonging to Dean Jiao Yuhe.

  To be honest, Tang Chong still had a pretty good impression of this little old man.

  The first time he opened the meeting, he was attracted by his style of not talking nonsense and not speaking in clichés. He walked extremely fast, giving people a feeling of being swift and decisive. The group of people following behind him were left far behind.

  Moreover, he sometimes speaks unpleasantly, but if you can carefully understand him, you will feel that what he says is very reasonable and will have a huge impact on your life.

  In many ways, he and Da Dangjia are quite similar.

  Tang Chong pushed open the office door and stood at the entrance with a humble smile, saying: "Director, you asked for me."

  "Uh-huh." Jiao Yuheng put down the pen in his hand, left his desk and walked towards the small lounge, saying: "Tang Chong, come sit down."

  "Alright." Táng Zhòng walked over.

  Seeing Jiao Yuhe wanting to cook tea, Tang Chong quickly took over and said: "Director, let me do it. It's only right for a junior to serve."

  Jiao Yu Heng let go and said: "I thought you had forgotten that I am your teacher."

  "How could that be?" Tang Chong hastily denied. "Being able to become Dean Jiao's student is my honor. I'm also very grateful, grateful to the dean for giving me such an opportunity."

  Jiao Yuheng sneered and said, "I remember you saying last time that it didn't matter whether or not I became your student. Your ideal is just to go back and be a prison warden."

  Tang Zhong also did not deny, saying: "I indeed said that. Until now, my ideal is still to go back and be a prison warden ----- but that's my idea. The hospital director's appreciation for me and his selfless help will always be remembered in my heart, no matter what position I am in."

  This is indeed Tang Zhong's psychological talk.

  There is Bo Le first, then there will be a thousand-mile horse.

  Jiao Yuheng attaches great importance to Tang Zhong, which is a matter of pride for Tang Zhong himself.

  Otherwise, how could there be such a saying as 'You treat me like a national scholar, and I will surely repay you like a national scholar'?

  "Very good." Jiao Yuheng nodded. "Tang Chong, I know you're a filial son and also know that you have a conscience."

  He stared at Tang Chong with piercing eyes, suddenly raised his voice and asked seriously: "So, tell me - what do you want?"

  What's wrong?

  What brings you to our university?

  This question is not difficult to answer.

  "Learn knowledge, learn how to be a human being." Tang Zhong said.

  Jiao Yu Heng slapped his palm on the marble tea table, angrily saying: "Good one, learning knowledge and being a person ----- Tang Chong, if you don't understand anything, I can teach you. In the past, I have accepted such students. I taught him hand in hand for four years, and he also became talented. If you have an understanding of the field of psychology, you should know the name Wang Qi Kui. But you seem to see everything clearly, I'd like to ask you instead ----- why are you still doing this?"

  "Is the principal talking about me fighting in school?" Tang Chong bitterly smiled.

  "What else have you done to make me proud besides fighting?" Jiao Yuheng retorted.

  "What? Not even a explanation is willing to give me? Is this your attitude towards the teacher you will always remember?"

  "No." Táng Zhòng shook his head. "But being told by the Dean like this, I deeply feel ashamed."

  "Knowing shame proves you're still redeemable. Tell me, why do you always fight with people?"

  The water has boiled. Tang Zhong skillfully used the boiling water to rinse the cup and tea.

  Seeing Jiao Yu Heng's puzzled eyes, Tang Chong smiled and said: "The old master - my father likes to drink tea. I also like it. He is a lazy person. So he let me learn how to make tea. After a long time, I became skilled at it."

  Jiao Yu Heng could feel the young man's deep feelings for his father and thought, his father must be very proud of his son.

  Tang Chong was brewing tea while saying, "I got into a fight with the school basketball team, and the principal already knows about it. It's also thanks to the principal's help that Zhang teacher stopped pursuing my roommate's responsibility. And my roommate ended up hurting Zhang teacher because he was framed by those people from the school basketball team. They're a group of thugs..."

  "You're saying that with so many people and big shots around, you were the one who was thrown into the ink washing pool one by one? Are you indirectly praising yourself?" Jiao Yuheng said discontentedly.

  "There's no need for that." Tang Chong explained with an embarrassed expression. "I just meant to say, if it wasn't necessary, we wouldn't be willing to have conflicts with those people. That noon when we finished military training and returned to the dormitory, we were intercepted by them again-----I was furious, so I fought back."

  "What about what happened last night? Why did you beat up a classmate who was going to have a martial arts competition with you until he vomited blood?"

  "There was no vomiting blood. Absolutely no vomiting blood. The rumors were too exaggerated." Tang denied. "It's just that I accidentally hit his nose-----the principal also knows, the nose is a relatively fragile organ of the human body, so it bled a little bit. Today I saw that classmate again, and he even went to participate in military training. It proves that his body is fine. I apologized to him again."

  "So that's what you're saying, you were forced into all this? We've misunderstood you?" Jiao Yu Heng accepted Tang Chong's explanation in his heart. But on his face, he didn't dare to show it. He knew that this little guy was a wild horse that was hard to tame. If he gave him a slight smile, who knows what he would do next, maybe even poke a hole through the sky?

  "It doesn't matter," said Tang Chong. "It's better that everything is out in the open."

  Although he didn't directly say 'yes, you misunderstood me', but his words also indirectly showed his attitude - I'm not wrong. I was framed.

  "Tang Chong, do you know how bad the consequences of your actions are?" Jiao Yuheng said. "You're my student. Whenever something happens to you, a group of people come to me to tattle - do you think I'm glorious? I've never been so humiliated in my life."

  Tang Zhong stood up and bowed deeply to Jiao Yuhe.

  "I know I've caused trouble for the teacher." Tang Zhongcheng sincerely apologized.

  Jiao Yuheng waved his hand and said, "I didn't come to you to hold you responsible. Tang Chong, our teacher-student relationship is also a fate-----although I'm studying psychology, but I really believe in this kind of fate. I cherish our teacher-student bond very much. So, please treasure it too."

  "I will," Tang Zhong said in a deep voice.

  "Good." A hint of a smile finally appeared on Jiao Yuheng's face. He picked up the cup of Kung Fu tea brewed by Tang Chong and took a small sip, saying: "Since you're here at Nan Da to learn knowledge and become a better person, then go ahead and do it your way. I know your dream after graduation is to become a prison warden... but this is Nan Da, not a training ground for your premature practice."

  "I'm asking you one question, if something like this happens again in the future - will you still resort to violence?"

  "Agreed." Tang Zhong replied with relish.

  Scalding hot tea poured down his throat, and Jiao Yuheng jumped up from the sofa.