Insufficient balance

  "Move him!"

  Ma Zi's face endured the pain, shouting behind two young men to surround Ye Jun together. In fact, he was also quite frightened in his heart, and did not expect Ye Jun to move so quickly. Ma Zi, who knew that single-handedly might not necessarily win stably, did not mind this way of group fighting.

  "Hey, little buddy, brother's gonna show you what it means to go in with a white knife and come out with a red one!"

  The green-haired man first flashed the blade, then swung the spring knife in his hand again, with a malicious expression. The owner of the grocery store had intended to stop him, even if they were going to fight, but seeing the green-haired man playing with knives, he was both shocked and frightened, and swallowed back the words that had reached his lips.

  Ye Jun's mouth curled up in a cold smile, and under Green Hair's disbelieving gaze, he suddenly took the lead and pounced forward. He lifted his leg and precisely kicked the spring knife out of Green Hair's hand. At the same time, his tightly clenched fist heavily smashed into Green Hair's nose bridge. Accompanied by a miserable cry, Green Hair instantly covered his bleeding nose, and his originally white shirt was stained with a lot of blood, shocking to behold.

  Many passersby and students stopped in their tracks, and the crowd of onlookers grew larger by the minute. As the top middle school in Jiangling City, Jiangling No. 1 Middle School naturally received special treatment, with a police station just 200 meters away. Seeing Ye Jun's quick and sharp movements, they knew they had kicked an iron plate today. Suddenly, they let out harsh words: "Kid, you'd better not run away this afternoon, I'll bring people to keep you company and have some fun!"

  "Uncle, you have guts to say it again." Ye Jun's face sank, his tone was eerily calm.

  "Hey kid, don't be too arrogant, I have many brothers who can take you down easily, like squishing an ant. And that bitch who sent you to school today, once I catch her, I'll let my brothers have their way with her and then sell her into prostitution!"

  Ye Jun's tone was quite condescending, causing many students to purse their lips in mockery. For a moment, Ma Zi's face couldn't hold up, since he couldn't gain an advantage with his hands, he also couldn't lose the battle of words.

  But just as he finished speaking, Ma Zi's face regretted it, because he was horrified to discover that Ye Jun had picked up a long bench from the grocery store for guests to rest on at an extremely fast speed and chopped it over.

  Bang!

  Before he could even raise his hand to block, the bench shattered into two pieces with a loud crash. Mazi's face went dizzy and his eyes blurred, while blood splattered everywhere, dyeing half of his twisted face red, looking extremely terrifying. If the bleeding green hair was shocking earlier, then Mazi's current state was enough to be described as frightening.

  But Ye Jun apparently intended to be ruthless, and when Ma Zi's face turned pale and he fell to the ground, he fiercely raised the half-bench in his hand, and under the frightened gaze of passersby and students, he slammed it onto Ma Zi's right knee!

  "Ah!"

  Accompanied by a heart-wrenching scream, not to mention the students, even passersby couldn't bear to look again. Ye Jun's image in their weak and small hearts was cruel, really too cruel! Looking at Mazi's face lying on the ground in shock, many pedestrians thought that this half-leg might be useless, and whether he could keep his life depended on whether this ruthless student was willing or not!

  "Yè Jūn, no, Brother Yè! Stop hitting, it'll lead to someone's death!"

  Huang Bozhao panicked, thoroughly panicked. He had heard of people getting stabbed before, but he had never seen it with his own eyes. Even if someone pulled out a knife, they were usually just trying to intimidate others. This group of young thugs didn't even have the guts for that. Not all young people who mixed with society dared to be like the characters Nan Ge, Hao Ge, or Shanji in the movies. In this day and age, everyone knew how to form gangs and build relationships, even elementary school students dared to do it. But those who truly dared to fight and pull out knives were few and far between, absolutely few!

  Ye Jun gave the young people of this era a too intuitive violent image, and Huang Bo even if he was a notorious thug in Jiangling Middle School, was also shocked and uneasy about Ye Jun's current behavior.

  "What's going on? Dammit, it's you bunch of troublemakers again! Do you all want to be locked up for two days?"

  At this time, two middle-aged policemen pushed through the crowd, uttering some routine warnings as they walked, but when they took a closer look, they were stunned. Because this scene completely defied the logic of their decade-long careers as police officers: three hoodlums, one lying on the ground unconscious, one covering his nose and struggling to breathe, another cowering behind Huang Boquan, trembling with fear, and a high school student grasping half a chair, with a fierce gaze.

  "What's going on here, Old Zhang?"

  "We'll take it back and talk about it later! But judging from the situation, this group of good-for-nothings has kicked an iron plate."

  Two middle-aged policemen exchanged a glance, both seeing the surprise in each other's eyes. Fortunately, one of the older ones was still rational and shouted to the students and passersby who had gathered to watch: "Disperse, there's nothing good to see."

  "Hey, Captain Li, something's happened over here. Can you send a few people over? Also, can you call an ambulance... yeah, someone's passed out and it looks like they're seriously injured." Meanwhile, another police officer immediately pulled out his walkie-talkie and briefly reported the situation on the scene.

  "Hey! I'm telling you guys, what are you staring at? Disperse!"

  The police officer put down the walkie-talkie and saw that many students and passersby were still chattering, suddenly got angry. Fortunately, this word was effective, and the people who had gathered together dispersed in threes and twos, but some students would stop and look back after walking away. However, the police officer didn't bother to deal with these, after all, his eyes and legs were not on other people's bodies, he couldn't control them, and walked straight towards Ye Jun, saying seriously: "Comrade, I hope you can explain things clearly, don't worry, we will enforce the law impartially."

  "It was the police, he did it! He struck first."

  Seeing the police arrive, Huang Mao, who was hiding behind Huang Boqiang, suddenly gained confidence and pointed at Ye Jun, ready to turn the tables. He pushed Huang Boqiang hard and urged him, "Boqiang, you'd better speak up, isn't that right?"

  Huang Bozhao was about to continue speaking in accordance with Huang Mao's words, but suddenly caught a glimpse of Ye Jun's gloomy gaze sweeping towards him, and his hands and feet immediately turned icy cold, stuttering: "I don't know, it has nothing to do with me."

  "What nonsense are you talking about, Bo Guan?"

  Huang Mao got angry, didn't expect Huang Boquan to be so ungrateful at this critical moment. But Huang Boquan cried and said: "Big brother, you can leave after patting your butt, but I still have to read books with him for a year."

  Huang Mao listened and was speechless, he wasn't stupid. But as soon as he thought of the dozens of brothers behind him, he suddenly had the courage to say: "What's there to be afraid of? We outnumber them!"

  "Damn it! I didn't know who was right or wrong, and thought you were all being framed. But listening to your tone, you're not good birds either. Take them all back! Record their statements before letting them go!" Just as Old Zhang, in charge of dispersing the crowd, walked back, he heard Huang Mao's boastful bragging, and immediately got angry. He glanced at the middle-aged policeman beside him and asked, "What did the team say?"

  "Leave this on the ground, wait for the ambulance, I'll stay here and keep an eye on it. You take them a few back."

  "Good."

  Old Zhang heard the words and briefly explained the situation to the intercom, then led Huang Mao, Green Hair, Huang Boquan, and Ye Jun into a simple police station dozens of steps away.

  As soon as they entered, Old Zhang took out several sheets of letterhead from the drawer and distributed them to the four people, saying seriously: "You all write down what happened before on your own paper. Remember, this is a confession, it's going to be legally binding, so don't write nonsense."

  "Officer, I'm illiterate." Green Hair covered his nose and raised his hand.

  "You can't even recognize a single character, what are you doing coming out here? You'll end up rolling back home to farm sooner or later, and by then you won't even be able to recognize money!"

  Old Zhang heard this, and suddenly slammed his hand on the table, not caring about Huang Boquan and Huang Ma's suppressed smiles, and said fiercely: "You can't write, you have to write. If you can't write it out, don't think about leaving today!"

  "What's so funny? Can't you read?" Old Zhang scolded, seeing Huang Mao still covering his mouth and laughing.

  "Officer, I could read at the age of three."

  Huang Mao didn't take entering the police station seriously, and it seemed that he was a frequent visitor to even more high-end places. He had a smooth tongue and a smile on his face. Old Zhang heard this and pointed at Green Hair, smiling: "Alright, you can work hard for a bit. Since he's illiterate, let him speak and you write it down. Also, the one lying on the ground, please take care of him too."

  After that, regardless of Huang Mao's crying face, he looked at Huang Boquan and Ye Jun, and said seriously: "You should be students from Jiangling No. 1 Middle School, right? How did you get mixed up with this group of social youth? Ah, I need to call your principal to report the situation and have your class teacher come pick you up."

  "Officer, it's none of my business, don't call." Huang Boqiang was afraid as soon as he heard that the class teacher would come to pick him up, because it was very likely that his parents would come to school next.

  Old Zhang didn't care about winning sympathy, nor did he notice Huang Boquan's almost pleading gaze. He picked up the phone and found a number from a stack of business cards on his desk. When a slightly high-pitched voice came through the phone, Old Zhang smiled and explained the situation briefly. Before long, he covered the receiver and asked Huang Boquan, "Which class are you in?"

  "Lab Class 2."

  The liberal arts supplementary classes in Jiangling are all classified as experimental classes, while the science classes are all classified as Yucui classes. Due to the large number of students retaking this time, the liberal arts class has four classes for the first time in history. Of course, except for one class that is a gathering of top students, the other three classes are not the kind that can't be helped, but rather a mix of fish and dragons.

  About 10 minutes later, a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses walked into the police station, dressed in casual clothes. As soon as he entered, his eyes fell on Huang Boquan, and he said with a bitter tone: "Huang Boquan, it's you again! Why are you so disobedient? You can't even go a day without causing trouble, can you? You've been following me for three years, take a look at yourself, your college entrance exam scores were only in the hundreds. Don't you think about yourself, or at least think about your poor mother who sold blood to support your education? And what about your father, who broke his leg on a construction site a few years ago and can't work anymore? The whole family is counting on you to make something of yourself. Sigh... never mind, I won't lecture you again, just think about it yourself."

  "Excuse me, which class are you in?" The middle-aged man looked at Huang Boquan with a serious and kind expression, his face full of helplessness. Instinctively, Ye Jun felt that this was a good teacher, at least he had fulfilled his responsibilities as a teacher, far surpassing those hypocritical scoundrels who often scolded or fined students.

  "Hello teacher, I'm Ye Jun, a student who transferred into Class 2 this year."

  "What? You're Ye Jun?"

  The middle-aged man was surprised, but soon laughed and said: "Sorry, the teaching office made a mistake when arranging the list. You are a student of Class 1, not my class."

  What class?

  Huang Bozhao was shocked for a moment. All along, Jiangling No. 1 Middle School had an unwritten rule that students who could enter Class One were not necessarily top students with excellent moral character and academic performance. That's why it was called "a gathering of stars", because inside, there were not only excellent students who relied on their true abilities to pass the exams, but also young masters and ladies who relied on connections to get in. After all, Jiangling No. 1 Middle School had always exceeded its annual college entrance examination targets, with 80% of them coming from Class One of "a gathering of stars". The school's faculty and equipment were completely different from those of other classes, but no one would be jealous or feel that the school was unfair, because these facilities were all donated to the school by those dignitaries without charge.

  To put it bluntly, these facilities are all privately owned, and even some foreign teachers and special tutors are hired by these wealthy individuals. If you don't have the ability to get in through exams, and your parents can't afford to send you there either, who's to blame? Who's at fault?

  So, Class 1 of Jiangling No. 1 Middle School has too many students from the current and previous years trying to squeeze in!