Chapter 3 0003 【Shake Your Hair】
Xie County Magistrate, named Xie Yang, came from a remote village in Fushi County, Longdu City.
His family was quite poor.
However, he had an older brother named Xie Fei, who had already been a civil servant for several years, which somewhat alleviated their financial pressure.
Xie Yang, wearing an ill-fitting old suit, with his hands in his pockets like an adult, kicked his suitcase and asked, “You used your dad’s suitcase for books, where are those clothes?”
Chen Guiliang said disdainfully, “They were all stinking, making me want to throw up, so I just tossed them into the foot-washing tub.”
“I plan to take them home and throw them in the washing machine after the mid-term exam,” Xie Yang casually explained.
He had a side part hairstyle, with one side intentionally left extra long.
Normally, he would tuck his hair behind his ears to avoid the school’s long hair ban for students. When the teacher wasn’t around, he could let it hang down, Just right covering half an eye.
This fellow, thinking he was very handsome, blew a breath, precisely blowing away the hair covering his eye. Then he deliberately acted cool, tossing his hair to the side: “You finished your paper so fast, how many math problems did you do?”
“Did a hammer,” Chen Guiliang pointed at the remaining few books, “Do you want to buy books?”
Xie Yang tossed his hair again: “No. Your books are my books, I can read them for free anytime.”
Chen Guiliang really wanted to hold his head down; all that random flipping and tossing was quite annoying.
Like he had cervical spondylosis.
Xie Yang’s legs were still shaking, and when he saw a girl pass by, he once again blew and tossed his hair to show off.
Unfortunately, the girl didn’t even glance at him.
From his suit to his leather shoes, all of Xie Yang’s attire was hand-me-downs from his brother. He raised his hand, revealing a broken, no-name brand watch, and glanced at the time, saying, “The cafeteria is about to open.”
“It’s still early, help me sell books,” Chen Guiliang remained cross-legged.
Xie Yang didn’t refuse, silently squatting beside Chen Guiliang.
Chen Guiliang turned his head and squinted at him, finding it oddly amusing.
At this moment, this guy’s face was covered in acne, his whole body exuded a hormonal restlessness with nowhere to vent, and every action seemed so childish and idiotic.
Who would have thought he could become a County Magistrate in the future?
The future Xie County Magistrate, at this moment, picked up a book and flipped through it, exhaling and blowing his hair as he boasted: “I’ve reached level 32 in legend of the world, and yesterday I got a top-grade helmet with Magic 3. You wouldn’t believe how big a sensation it was, half the internet cafe crowded over to watch. The net cafe manager offered 200 yuan, but I’m not stupid, 200 yuan can’t buy anything worthwhile.”
Chen Guiliang sighed: “legend of mir 2, such an ancient game.”
Xie Yang said: “Ancient my foot, it’s only been in open beta for just over three months. Are you not fully awake today?”
“You don’t understand.”
Perhaps having someone to talk to, Chen Guiliang had a belly full of words he wanted to express.
“Do you believe in supernatural events?” Chen Guiliang asked.
Xie Yang countered, “Did you encounter a ghost?”
Chen Guiliang said: “Or it could be a sci-fi event.”
“UFOs, right.” Xie Yang played with the hair on his forehead.
Chen Guiliang sighed: “Ah, never mind, this thing can’t be explained.”
Xie Yang grinned mischievously: “Did a female ghost get attached to you? When you’re done, let me have a go.”
Chen Guiliang said speechlessly: “If you’re so desperate, you can go to the wet market and buy a slab of pork belly to solve it. The sensation is no different from calling a prostitute.”
“Really?” Xie Yang actually wanted to confirm this information.
Chen Guiliang patted his shoulder: “When I achieve financial freedom, I’ll buy you pork belly every day.”
“Get lost,” Xie Yang pushed Chen Guiliang’s hand away, and then mysteriously said, “Zhou Jing smiled at me this noon, do you think she’s interested in me?”
Who was Zhou Jing?
Chen Guiliang recalled carefully and soon had some impression: “What could she be interested in about you? That you toss your hair so dashingly? Or that you look so handsome with all those pimples on your face?”
“You jerk, if you can’t speak properly, then shut up!” Xie Yang was furious with embarrassment.
Chen Guiliang chuckled.
It was quite interesting to be back in high school, but it was third year now; it would have been even better if he could go back to first year.
Although he was very poor, he could still live carefree.
“Bang bang bang…”
A male student came over, dribbling a basketball. He was over 1.9 meters tall and quite handsome, the kind of person very popular with girls at school.
He also had an MP3 hanging on his chest, listening to music with earphones.
Such electronic devices, in 2003, were as cool as brand-name mobile phones.
But Chen Guiliang and Xie Yang both frowned.
In every class, there were always one or two jerks.
The jerk dribbling the basketball and walking over now was named Li Jun. His grandfather, before retirement, was the factory director of a textile mill, and both his parents were minor leaders within the system. Additionally, he had a bunch of relatives in the system.
The County Brahmin!
How much of a jerk was this scoundrel?
After graduating from junior college, he was arranged by his family to work as a teller in a bank, and he would actually brag in the class group every now and then: “Yesterday I cursed out so many customers, and today I talked back to a certain leader.”
He even deliberately made things difficult for elderly people doing business and recounted it in detail in the class group as a joke.
“Oh, selling junk?”
When Li Jun passed by the bookstall, his mouth was foul as expected. He stood there and mocked, “There’s a shed on East Street specifically for laid-off workers. You two can go set up a shoe-shining stall there.”
Xie Yang, being only 1.7 meters tall, naturally had his imposing manner suppressed in front of Li Jun, who was 1.9 meters tall.
Xie Yang subconsciously took half a step back, but he wouldn’t lose face, so he retorted “idiot” under his breath.
Chen Guiliang, of course, wouldn’t tolerate it either; he had to maintain his high school persona, and his personality couldn’t change too quickly.
So, Chen Guiliang’s mouth was even fouler: “East Street isn’t suitable. I can introduce your mother to Shijiakou (a cheap red-light district).”
“Damn you!”
“Try saying that again!”
Li Jun was completely triggered by these words, so angry that he threw his basketball, rolled up his sleeves, and was about to get violent.
Chen Guiliang patted his butt and stood up, provoking: “Want to fight? I’ve got a pile of demerits on me, I’m barefoot and not afraid of those with shoes, even if I get expelled, I’ll still kill you!”
Xie Yang also clenched his fists and glared at Li Jun: “Our Chen Daxia cut people in junior high. For someone like you, Old Chen can cut ten with one watermelon knife!”
Li Jun was a coward who bullied the weak and feared the strong. Seeing this stance, he immediately chickened out, turned around to pick up his basketball, and muttered to himself, “I won’t stoop to the level of country folk.”
To be honest, Chen Guiliang couldn’t understand how such a person’s mind worked.
Li Jun clearly didn’t dare to fight Chen Guiliang, yet because of a small conflict in the second year of high school, he would provoke Chen Guiliang again and again.
It seemed that if he didn’t say a few foul words when they met, he would feel incredibly uncomfortable.
Meanwhile, Li Jun, that jerk, had walked far away and pulled out his phone to make a call: “Hello, Mom, I finished my math exam… I didn’t perform well, mainly because I was affected by someone… Yes, it’s that Chen Guiliang again. He’s on probation but still unruly. He handed in his paper in less than half an hour. It made me think a lot of time had passed, so I panicked and started writing randomly… Mom, guess what he went to do after handing in his paper early? He actually set up a junk stall at school. Farmers are just farmers, hahahaha…”
Chen Guiliang didn’t know someone was badmouthing him behind his back. He glanced at the six remaining books in the box and didn’t bother selling them anymore: “Let’s go out for some stir-fry, my treat today.”
“Your treat my foot, save it for the cafeteria,” Xie Yang knew Chen Guiliang was very poor.
Chen Guiliang pulled out the money from selling books: “Your grandpa got rich today.”
Xie Yang didn’t refuse again, only saying, “Next time, I’ll treat.”
The two dragged the broken suitcase, chatting nonsense as they walked towards the school gate.
At this time, more and more students were handing in their papers and leaving. Several of them actively greeted Chen Guiliang, all calling him by his nickname, “Chen Daxia.”
Chen Guiliang vaguely remembered these students, but he couldn’t recall most of their names.
“Chen Daxia! Xie Sao Bang!”
A skinny guy with a buzz cut, shouting Chen Guiliang and Xie Yang’s nicknames, enthusiastically bounced and ran towards them.
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