Fang Yan looked at the excited yellow-haired man and asked with a smile, "Did you self-study the law course of TVU?"
"Yes." The yellow-haired man nodded proudly. From a hooligan who had tasted blood for blood to a knowledgeable and cultured night school graduate, it could indeed be said to be a huge change of being reborn.
"You can become a lawyer in two years?"
"Yes. I've been preparing for a long time. I'm confident that I can get a lawyer's license in two years. "The yellow-haired man was even more proud.
Fang Yan's eyes became sharp, as if he wanted to see through the yellow-haired man's internal organs and tear off his clothes and flesh. He said with a slightly sarcastic tone, "So, are you trying to tell me that you've become a knowledgeable and cultured hooligan?"
"— —"
The yellow-haired man's face turned red and he couldn't speak for a long time.
"Three years ago, when I first saw you, you followed a bad guy to touch a girl's butt in a small bar. The second time I saw you, you were lying in front of the school gate with blood all over your face — this is the third time we met, right? You came to the school gate with a group of you from three years ago — of course, you're knowledgeable and cultured now, and you're studying law — some of the laws are even clearer than I am. In this field, you can be my teacher. "
"You won't say that you're hooligans who cause trouble and harass the girls in the school. You made them into victims. You're not here to block the school. You said you're here to negotiate and find justice — you used to hate the media, but now you know how to use the media. You used to be afraid of the police, but now you know how to use the police to protect you. "
"You proudly told me that you self-studied the TVU course, and you said that you can get a lawyer's license in two years — you've indeed improved, and you've grown to a level that I'm impressed with. What do you want me to say to you? To encourage you to achieve anything if you have a will? To praise you for turning over a new leaf? "
"Mr. Fang, I didn't mean that, I just — —" The yellow-haired man was so ashamed that he couldn't speak. He really hoped that Fang Yan could see his growth, and he was also eager for Fang Yan to praise him. Even if she patted him on the shoulder, it gave him the strength to move forward.
He had experienced too many things in the past few years. He had fought and injured people, eaten and dashed, went to the police station, patted his wife, and touched a little girl's butt. However, those past events were like a wonderful popcorn movie, burning in the treasure house of life. Not a single trace was left.
That time, he became Brother Wolf's chosen puppet. His face was covered in blood as he lay on the stretcher. Fang Yan angrily pulled him up and used his finger to smear the blood on his face. Then, Fang Yan seriously added a side to the word 'taste.' That scene replayed in his mind countless times, crashing into his soul again and again.
The appearance of Fang Yan completely subverted his previous worldview. Before meeting Fang Yan, he thought that Brother Wolf's tattoo of a wolf's head was cool. He thought that his companion Zhang Quan Dan's lip stud was cool. He thought that Little Wolfhound's ability to drink twelve bottles of beer in one breath was cool. He thought that Little Pretty Boy's ability to rely on his Liu Dehua appearance to be taken care of by all kinds of rich women was cool. Of course, until now, he still thought that Little Pretty Boy was cool. He was born with skills that made people envious.
However, after getting to know Fang Yan, he felt that Fang Yan was cool when he grabbed the glass bottle in his hand and broke it piece by piece. He was cool when he rushed up and lifted Brother Wolf's body. He was cool when he faced the gangsters and the media. He was cool when he used his finger to smear the blood on his face. Most importantly, he did not have Liu Dehua's face, but many young and beautiful girls liked him.
It was as if a candle had suddenly appeared in a dark room, and Fang Yan was the one who had brought the candle to her. He felt that he should change and become a knowledgeable and charming man.
So he began to study hard and became the most outstanding graduate of the TV University that year. He liked the law and began to strive for a lawyer's license.
All of this stemmed from the influence of the man in front of him.
He came to Rosefinch Secondary to look for Fang Yan several times, but he was disappointed every time.
Today, he was surprised to meet him, but it was in such an awkward situation.
Fang Yan looked at the yellow-haired man and said, "If you study hard day and night just to become a cultured hooligan, if you work hard to get a lawyer's license just to defend yourself and your companions' innocence — then I regret reminding you in the first place. I regret teaching you how to arm yourself with knowledge. It's better to let you 'taste blood'. It's also less destructive to society. "
The yellow-haired man respectfully bowed to Fang Yan and said, "Mr. Fang, I know I was wrong. I relied on what I learned and became arrogant and complacent. I felt that I had a few drops of ink in my stomach, so I wanted to help my brothers to vent their anger. There was a problem with my mentality, and there was also a problem with my mind. I didn't use what I learned where it should be used. I'm sorry for your education. "
Fang Yan's expression softened a little, looked at the yellow-haired man and asked, "What's your name?"
"My name is San Xian." The yellow-haired man said embarrassedly. He also felt that his name was really not presentable. "My surname is Hai. My parents used to sell seafood at the ferry, so they named me San Xian."
"San Xian, don't feel ashamed of your name." Fang Yan patted him on the shoulder and said, "You should work hard to make your parents proud of your name."
San Xian nodded and said, "My parents are already very proud of me. They didn't let me go home a few years ago, but now they call me several times a month and ask me to go home when I have time. They will be even prouder in the future."
Fang Yan smiled and turned his eyes to Xiaoxing and the group of minions he brought with him.
Where Fang Yan's gaze landed, everyone took a step back in unison.
How could they dare to go against a man that even their boss had to bow down to?
San Xian's face was extremely embarrassed. He took the initiative to explain to Fang Yan, "Mr. Fang, this matter is indeed our fault. It's up to you to punish or punish us."
"If it wasn't me you met today, but anyone else in the security office, what would you do?"
"Seek justice." San Xian said frankly.
"How do we seek justice?"
"Ask them to apologize to the injured and pay for medical expenses. This is the standard method of our brothers in the underworld." San Xian said. "Otherwise, make the matter bigger. Most schools don't want negative news to be reported by the media."
"You guys are good at scheming." Fang Yan said with a smile, "I won't beat you or punish you. I'll let you remember this. "
"Mr. Fang, what do you mean?" San Xian had a bad feeling in his heart.
He respected Fang Yan, but he was more afraid of Fang Yan. This fear came from the bottom of his heart. It was as if this man could turn into a monster by opening his mouth or waving his hand —
Dang dang dang —
The school bell rang.
There was a brief silence, then the whole ground began to shake.
The clamor, the sound of footsteps, and the students rushing out of the classrooms were like a flock of sheep spreading around the school before gathering at the school gate.
When they passed by the school gate, they found a strange and eerie scene.
More than ten men lined up in two neat lines. They stood on both sides of the gate of Rosefinch Secondary as if they were greeting guests at the entrance of a restaurant.
Some of these men had terrifying tattoos, some wore cheap and dense ear studs, and some had colorful, non-mainstream hairstyles. These men looked like delinquents at first glance, but they were doing something that did not match their image at all.
"It's been hard on you, please go home safely!" They bowed deeply to the students and shouted together.
"It's been hard on you, please go home safely!" They stood up and performed the same etiquette to the next group of students.
It was the peak time for students to enter and leave the school. Just as they raised their bodies, they had to lower their heads again to remind the students who passed by them to "go home safely."
"Oh my god, isn't that the ear stud guy Xiao Xing? He's amazing, I heard he has a lot of underlings — "
"Ah, that Big Fatso, he asked me for a hundred yuan and hasn't returned it to me yet — what's his name again?"
"The one with a scorpion tattoo on his neck is Brother Scorpion. I heard he's a famous gangster in this area. No one dares to mess with him. At that time, the owner of the student's cafeteria quarreled with him and he brought his men to smash the restaurant —"
The students were stunned by this scene. These hooligans were people they could not afford to provoke in the past. Now, they were bowing respectfully to them and asking them to 'go home safely' in a considerate manner.
Did the Big Bad Wolf eat grass now?
Many students took out their phones from their pockets in surprise to record this strange scene. It was rare to see such a lively scene.
Fang Yan sat in the security booth and drank tea. Baldy and the others stood at the door with their heads held high. They stared at the gangsters with majestic and disdainful eyes. They tried very hard to express to the students that the reason why these gangsters were so docile and did such unreasonable things was because they were conquered by our domineering aura.
Baldy's face was full of pride and glory. The few strands of hair on his head were fluttering in the autumn wind.
Very silly and very unruly!
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