Chapter Twenty-Four: Have You Ever Experienced the Feeling of Being Slapped in the Face?

Chapter Twenty-Four: Have You Ever Experienced the Feeling of Being Slapped in the Face?

In his urgency, Hua Wuque called Tang Zhong an ‘idiot,’ proving just how much he cared about Tang Zhong’s future.

Anyone with a brain would understand what it meant to be accepted as a disciple by a leading figure in the field of psychology.

What Tang Zhong should have done was to take a generous gift to Dean Jiao Yuheng’s office as soon as possible, or, if he were more attentive, find out his home address to express his gratitude. Not foolishly run off to ask him for a favor—especially for someone like Hua Ming, who had absolutely no connection to Jiao Yuheng, someone so insignificant that Jiao Yuheng didn’t even know who he was.

From Jiao Yuheng’s standpoint, what would he think? Spoiled by favor? Lost in pride?

What now? Just because you’ve become the dean’s disciple, you’re extraordinary? You’re a cut above the rest? You can use his name to start fights and brawls? Is your teacher just there to clean up after you?

“I’ve told you before. This is my own business, none of you should get involved.” Hua Wuque’s tone was stern, but deep down, he felt a gentle, soothing warmth. Even he thought Tang Zhong shouldn’t risk himself for him, but Tang Zhong insisted on doing so anyway. Hua Wuque had no reason not to be grateful. “I really don’t believe they can fry up all one hundred eighty pounds of Hua Ming, or boil me alive.”

“Hua Ming,” Tang Zhong said, frowning. “Don’t be stubborn. Right now, we shouldn’t say or do anything. Dean Jiao will handle the communication.”

Why didn’t Tang Zhong fight those people in the campus restaurant? He had clearly secured the advantageous position, so why did he let them off so easily?

Because he could see the essence of the whole matter at a glance. The conflict with the campus bullies was minor; the real issue was how to quell the anger of the restaurant owner whose head Hua Ming had broken—after all, in any university, you need solid connections to win the contract for a supermarket or restaurant, those golden spots with yearly profits in the millions.

Dream on!

He was just like Hua Ming—a freshman who had just registered today. Li Qiang was merely an ordinary counselor, not even a formal staff member. The only person who could resolve this issue was the very one who had accepted him as a disciple today: Jiao Yuheng.

So, Tang Zhong went to find him.

After Tang Zhong’s low growl, Hua Ming fell silent.

He hung his head and reached out to Liang Tao for a ci