Chapter 130 — Kang Xiaofeng's Family History
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Tang Zhi had wanted to nap at noon, but sleep would not come; that hateful, smug grin of Wei Zhao's kept surfacing in her mind. She rubbed her slightly sore temples and the reddened corners of her eyes, then lifted her head, hoping to read for a while, only to hear people not far off discussing something—and Wei Zhao's name seemed to come up.
Tang Zhi's heart tightened instinctively. She did not know why she should care about that name—perhaps she was afraid of people gossiping about Wei Zhao courting her?
"You know what? Just now I went to the toilet and saw that transfer student from Class Five next door—he kicked Zhong Yongliang's chair right out from under him, and Zhong Yongliang went sprawling flat on his back!" The boy was telling his classmates what he had seen, his face alight with relish. "And you know why?"
"Why?" asked several students listening nearby. Senior year was simple and dull, so the occasional bit of exciting news could keep everyone amused for quite a while.
"Because that transfer student said Zhong Yongliang was sitting in the aisle blocking the way! And he'd kick him again next time he blocked it!" The boy spoke as if he himself were Wei Zhao. "Don't you think that's something?"
"That transfer student is named Wei Zhao, right? So handsome!" A somewhat boy-crazy, flirtatious girl cut in when she heard this. "During last week's morning exercises, didn't you all see it? All by himself he beat that gangster with a gun until he was crawling on the ground spitting teeth. A man like that—you'd feel so safe with him!"
"Tch, someone like you? He'd have to be out of his mind to fall for you... such a flirt, who knows how many men have been with you." Another girl gave a cold snort. "Now me, I'd be about right..."
"Get lost!" The flirtatious girl, having been looked down on, was instantly annoyed. "Look at your crooked, misshapen face—you're not even as good as me! If anyone has a chance, I'd say only Tang Zhi is worthy of him..."
Tang Zhi held a book up as cover and pricked up her ears to listen to the conversation nearby. Hearing how arrogantly Wei Zhao had kicked over Zhong Yongliang's chair, she could not help curling her lip. A spoiled rich boy will always be a spoiled rich boy—he had not managed to keep up the act for even two days; today, provoked by her, he had shown his true colors and turned overbearing again.
She was still feeling contemptuous when she heard someone mention her, saying she and Wei Zhao were a good match. She was annoyed, yet could not very well stand up and argue—the more one explained such things, the worse they got—and her irritation with Wei Zhao only deepened.
Wei Zhao had no idea his glorious deeds had already spread. Returning to his seat, he saw Kang Xiaofeng give him a thumbs-up, but paid it no mind. "Read your books properly. If you fail to get into university, we'll see what you do then..."
"Heh heh, I'm reading right now!" Kang Xiaofeng gave a wry smile. "Ah, if only my family were like Second Grandpa's, I wouldn't have to study so bitterly—I could be a spoiled young master too."
"Hm..." It was the first time Wei Zhao had heard Kang Xiaofeng speak of his family. "Your Second Grandpa? Who is he? Very formidable?"
"Formidable?" A trace of faint contempt crossed the corner of Kang Xiaofeng's mouth. "Just a petty man who took someone else's things and got rich off them. Our branch of the family barely has any dealings with him anymore."
"Oh?" Wei Zhao caught the implication—it was more or less a family feud.
"You know Miracle Doctor Kang, right?" Kang Xiaofeng said.
"Miracle Doctor Kang?" Wei Zhao frowned. It sounded somewhat familiar. Then it hit him—the words he had heard from the shop assistant at the pharmacy a few days ago. "The one who sells the golden wound medicine, Miracle Doctor Kang?"
"Yeah, that's him." Kang Xiaofeng nodded. "He's my Second Grandpa."