"Stinky brat, spit it out and tell me what the hell happened?" Before Shen Yinian could react, Mr. Zeng was already fuming, his large hand, like a fan, swung at Zeng Yi.
Zeng Yi seemed to have anticipated his move and slipped behind Teacher Zhong with a swish, poking his head out and saying, "Dad, this is at school, at least save me some face."
"Fuck your face, you're not giving me any respect, and you expect me to give it to you?" Unable to hit him, Mr. Zeng just glared furiously.
"That's why I didn't tell you at home," Zeng Yi muttered.
Then, turning his head to Shen Yinian, he said, "Shen Yinian, I owe you one this time. Next time you need anything, just count on me!"
He sounded full of bravado, but his heart wasn't as confident. He feared that Shen Yinian wouldn't forgive him.
You see, although Shen Yinian didn't agree to be his lackey, he was the boy in class Zeng Yi admired the most.
