"Whether you become an entrepreneur, I have no idea, but judging by your filthy mouth, bullish behavior, and this vulgar fashion sense you're drenched in, I'd say you're inseparable from two particular words for the rest of your life," Hao Jian said with a smirk.
"Which two words?" He Zexi inquired.
"Moron!" Hao Jian replied succinctly.
"I'll fuck your ancestors, you dare to mock me?" Enraged, He Zexi raised his fist, ready to strike Hao Jian's face.
"Zexi, don't be rash." At this moment, an elegant-looking student came out of He Zexi's car.
Immediately, he looked at Hao Jian with a smile plastered across his face: "Teacher Hao."
"You are?" Hao Jian frowned, having no recollection of this young man.
"We have met before at the joint event held by the Business School and the Chinese Medicine Hospital," the student reminded him.
"Oh, that's right, now that you mention it, you do look familiar," Hao Jian nodded, recalling he was also at that event.
The student turned sternly to He Zexi, "Zexi, apologize to Teacher Hao immediately."
"Apologize? Are you out of your mind? You want me to apologize to him?" He Zexi burst into a derisive laugh, glaring at his companion. What a joke. Had he, He Zexi, ever apologized in his life? 'Apology' wasn't even a word in his dictionary!
"Please don't be angry, Teacher Hao. My classmate has an ugly temper," the student quickly said with a forced laugh to Hao Jian, and then lowered his voice to He Zexi:
"Shut up. Don't you know about the military attack at the Chinese Medicine Hospital a while ago? He's the main character of that incident, single-handedly dealt with the entire army. Are you out of your mind to pick a fight with him?"
The student seemed utterly exasperated. He Zexi didn't know who Hao Jian was, but he certainly did.
Picking a fight with Hao Jian was practically seeking death. A beating would be the very least of his worries, if not worse; the other party could kill them with impunity.
"Single-handedly dealt with an army? What is this, a movie scene? I bet someone's been mythologizing this story," He Zexi scoffed, completely disbelieving.
"All the students at the Chinese Medicine Hospital saw it. How could it be fake?" The student was angry, seeing He Zexi as nothing but a fool.
How could the story that went viral in the Chinese Medicine Hospital be a lie?
"Pfft, the group of morons from Traditional Chinese Medicine, can their words be trusted? Who knows if they're just making stories up to make their school look good," He Zexi maintained a disdainful attitude.
"Forget whether that's true or false, but even if it were, so what? I am far more dangerous than any army!" He Zexi snorted. His family had leverage over the army; why should he be afraid of Hao Jian?
"You're absolutely hopeless!" The student, teeth clenched in anger, couldn't be bothered with He Zexi any longer and left.
"Fool." He Zexi snorted contemptuously, not taking the student's words to heart at all.
Then, He Zexi, eyebrow cocked, turned to Hao Jian: "Talking to you, fool. You fucking dare to mock me? Do you want to die? Everybody else might be afraid of you, but I, He Zexi, certainly am not!"
"You should be," Hao Jian sneered.
"Fuck!" He Zexi was livid, having never encountered such a brazen young man before, and threw a punch straight at Hao Jian's face.
He Zexi's fist was caught effortlessly by Hao Jian.
He Zexi was shocked, staring in terror at Hao Jian.
With a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, Hao Jian said, "You should have listened to your classmate, shouldn't you?"
With a swift kick, Hao Jian sent He Zexi flying five or six meters away; that was him being merciful. Otherwise, given He Zexi's build, he might have been killed with a single kick.
"You dare hit me? Do you know who I am?" He Zexi roared furiously, having never been humiliated before; his pride was deeply wounded.
"I don't know. Why don't you tell me?" Hao Jian walked up to He Zexi and then stepped on his foot.
He Zexi winced in agony, wishing he could rip Hao Jian apart. He bellowed, "Son of a bitch, I'm the third young master of the He Family Clan. You dare to hit me? I'll make sure you don't even know how you died!"
"The He Family Clan? How are you related to He Rongsheng?" Hao Jian hadn't expected to encounter a member of the He Family Clan here.
He Zexi was suddenly taken aback, "How do you know my dad?"
"He Rongsheng is your father? That explains it," Hao Jian said with a cold laugh.
"Explains what?" He Zexi's expression darkened, sensing the sarcasm.
"It explains why they say 'like father, like son.' You have perfectly inherited your father's arrogance and stupidity," Hao Jian taunted, looking down at He Zexi condescendingly:
"By the way, you are nothing compared to Kong Xiaozhen and Liang Jiankun. As fellow heirs, you're not even fit to tie their shoelaces."
Hao Jian took one look at He Zexi and knew the guy was an idiot.
He couldn't understand—Liang Jiankun and Kong Xiaozhen were sons of privilege just like He Zexi, so how come they were so much smarter than him? Could it be that the He Family Clan had no talent?
Hearing this, He Zexi was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, with his entire body bristling and his eyes filled with resentment and murderous intent, "I will kill you! I definitely will!"
No wonder He Zexi was so agitated; ever since he was young, he had been labeled in various ways, often compared to geniuses like Liang Jiankun and Kong Xiaozhen.
But from some point on, the clan stopped comparing him to Liang Jiankun and the others. It wasn't that he had become less intelligent, but rather that he had started to lag behind Liang Jiankun and the others in smarts.
At the age of fourteen, Liang Jiankun started doing business, earning three million for two families in a month, while Kong Xiaozhen enlisted at fifteen and was fighting on the front lines the same year.
And at that time, He Zexi had achieved nothing, so he was outclassed by them.
Since then, this became a sore spot for He Zexi.
Now, hearing Hao Jian say he was inferior to the likes of Liang Jiankun, He Zexi immediately felt that sore spot prodded and lost control without restraint.
On hearing He Zexi's threat, Hao Jian just sneered disdainfully and then landed a heavy punch on the hood of the Ferrari. With a loud "bang," the Ferrari emitted a piercing scream, the airbags bursting out, and the entire front hood caved in, with black smoke billowing.
He Zexi was dumbfounded—what on earth was this guy? How could he dent steel with a single punch? Had he really taken out an entire army by himself?
"Want to kill me? Then you'd better weigh whether your bones are tough enough!" Hao Jian huffed coldly and, ignoring He Zexi, headed towards the school gate.
In his opinion, if He Zexi was smart enough, this incident would end here.
But obviously, He Zexi wasn't smart enough. So after being afraid for a while due to Hao Jian's threat, he then showed an expression of humiliated anger, harboring resentment in his heart against Hao Jian's insult.
"Teacher Hao, next month our school is hosting an international chess competition, competing with chess masters from all over the world, are you going to participate?" Inside the classroom, Zhao Yating and other students looked at Hao Jian excitedly.
Hao Jian knew about art, knew about ceramics, maybe he knew about chess too? They really wanted to see Hao Jian shine on that international chess stage.
International chess, also known as chess, is one of the most ancient strategy games, renowned just like Huaxia's chess.
"Probably not next month, because I will be going abroad soon to deal with some matters, and I may not be able to return for a while. Today I came to the school to ask for leave from the principal," said Hao Jian with a smile.
Those students immediately showed a look of disappointment—didn't this mean they wouldn't be able to attend Hao Jian's class for a while?
"Then when will you come back, teacher?" asked Zhao Yating, somewhat despondently.
"I don't know, probably within two months. Today I came to the school to wrap things up, and I should be leaving Huaxia in the next few days," explained Hao Jian. He also warned them, "While I'm away, don't be naughty and make trouble; you can call me anytime if something comes up. I need to go see the principal now, so don't give the new teacher a hard time."
Then Hao Jian left the classroom under everyone's watchful gaze.
The students in the classroom immediately began discussing, all speculating about where Hao Jian was going.
At this time, Che Xiaoxiao also couldn't help but frown slightly. What was Hao Jian going abroad for?
Che Xiaoxiao knew even less about Hao Jian than Shu Ya. She only knew that the guy was like an all-purpose machine who seemed to be capable of anything, yet his background was a complete mystery to her.
Was his trip abroad related to his identity? Che Xiaoxiao's interest was piqued, and her eyes shifty, wondering about something.
"What are you thinking about?" At this moment, Zhao Yating came over.
She had been observing Che Xiaoxiao's expressions and noticed her secretive smiles, as if she was brewing something.
Seeing Zhao Yating asking, Che Xiaoxiao immediately dropped her smile and said emotionlessly, "Nothing."
"Stop lying, everything on your mind is written all over your face! Tell me! Are you planning to follow the teacher?" Zhao Yating squinted at Che Xiaoxiao, guessing what she was up to.
Che Xiaoxiao turned pale, "How did you know?"
"Because I was thinking the same thing," Zhao Yating said with a playful smile.
"I don't want to take you with me," Che Xiaoxiao said immediately upon hearing Zhao Yating's comment, knowing full well what Zhao Yating intended to do.
She had no intention of bringing along Zhao Yating to track down Hao Jian.
"Fine, you don't have to take me, but I'll go tell the teacher right now," Zhao Yating huffed and started to stand up to walk away.
Che Xiaoxiao got a fright and quickly pulled Zhao Yating back, saying somewhat angrily, "How can you be so shameless?"
"So are you taking me or not?" Zhao Yating didn't bother with Che Xiaoxiao's words and continued to ask indifferently.
"Fine, fine, fine, I'll take you, you shameless thing," Che Xiaoxiao grumbled, exasperated by Zhao Yating's brazenness.