stjorthotic Chapter 79 Gathering, Circle
Chapter 79 Gathering, Circle
The test continues.
When it was Fang Shuwen's turn, the playground was quiet for a moment.
It's not because he's so powerful, but because Han Tieshan's 600-pound attack was so explosive that everyone is still reeling from it.
Fang Shuwen walked to the stone lock area, glanced around, and picked out a piece that weighed 330 jin.
Thirty pounds more than the standard is acceptable, as long as it's not too conspicuous.
He is currently entangled in too many matters, and if he were to reveal his true strength, it would easily attract prying eyes and hostility.
Grip the handle and apply force.
The stone lock lifted off the ground and was steadily held above his head.
"330 jin, pass."
The instructor in charge of the assessment didn't even look up, just made a note on the roster. 330 pounds, average for the elite class, nothing much to say.
Fang Shuwen put down the stone lock, dusted off his hands, and walked back to the group.
As I passed by Sun Mao, I heard him mutter to himself, "That's it? I thought he was something special."
Fang Shuwen ignored him.
The test continued, and the next few were all above average, so basically no one was eliminated.
After all, once you're selected for the elite class, the school's meals become much more nutritious.
They also had renowned teachers to guide them, and even corresponding medicinal soups.
In terms of treatment, it's several times better than other martial arts schools.
Fang Shuwen even suspected that there might be other ingredients in the daily medicinal soup, otherwise it would be impossible for the improvement to be so significant.
Some of these things went against common sense that he had previously understood.
When it was Guo Ziming's turn, the fat man walked to the stone lock area and, instead of choosing the standard 300-jin (150 kg) piece, picked a 360-jin (133 kg) piece.
He assumed a horse stance, took a deep breath, and puffed out his cheeks like a toad.
"rise!"
Stone lock lifted off the ground, arms trembled, face flushed, but it was indeed lifted, and it even held steady for two breaths.
"365 jin, pass!"
Another commotion broke out on the playground.
"When did Guo Ziming, that fat guy, become so fierce?"
"If your family has money to hire good tutors, can you be like me?"
Guo Ziming put down the stone lock, raised his chin high, and his "I'm the best in the world" expression was even more exaggerated than when school started.
Fang Shuwen looked at it and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
This fat guy has indeed made great progress.
After the test, the students walked back to the teaching building in twos and threes.
Fang Shuwen had just reached the edge of the playground when Guo Ziming caught up with him.
"Fang Shuwen! Were you holding back just now? 330 pounds, I feel like you were holding back!"
"With this level of skill, what's the point of hiding it?"
Guo Ziming stared at him for two seconds, clearly not believing him, but he didn't press the matter.
Ever since he witnessed Fang Shuwen killing someone with a gun, his attitude towards Fang Shuwen has changed a lot.
"Alright, let's not talk about that. I'm hosting a small gathering at Wenxuan Pavilion on Saturday night. Are you coming? Han Tieshan is coming too."
Fang Shuwen thought for a moment and nodded: "Okay."
It was only because Guo Ziming helped them last time that those Wild Wolf Gang gunmen were killed.
Therefore, he had to give Guo Ziming face when he invited him.
.......
Time flew by and it was Saturday evening.
Fang Shuwen changed into clean clothes, borrowed a bicycle, and headed to Wenxuan Pavilion.
When we arrived, it wasn't completely dark yet.
The neon lights at the entrance of Wenxuan Pavilion were already on, and several black cars were parked there, their gleaming bodies reflecting the lights.
Fang Shuwen parked his bicycle by the roadside and walked up the steps.
He identified himself, and this time the waiter did not stop him, but led him up to the Peony Hall on the second floor.
As you push open the door, a whiff of air mixed with the aroma of food and wine and the smell of cigars hits you.
There were six or seven people in the private room, all young men and women around seventeen or eighteen years old, dressed elegantly, clearly from wealthy families.
Most of them were students in the elite class, with only a few not.
Guo Ziming sat in the main seat, with Han Tieshan beside him.
Han Tieshan wore a navy blue Paramount suit today and had his hair gelled.
But he remained as dull as ever, sitting there without saying much.
His silence doesn't mean others are ignoring him.
"Tieshan, how did you get that 600-pound weight? Tell us your secrets, brothers." A round-faced fat man across from him asked with a hint of flattery.
"Exactly, exactly, 600 pounds! Even if all of us combined, it would be a struggle," another man in a floral shirt chimed in, his tone ingratiating.
"It's nothing, just practicing every day," Han Tieshan replied in a muffled voice.
"We practice every day too, so why is there such a big difference?"
Han Tieshan looked up, scratched his head, and immediately ruined his neat hairstyle: "I don't know either."
That was so blunt that it silenced the private room for a moment.
Then the round-faced fat man burst into laughter, and several people raised their glasses, with Han Tieshan surrounded in the middle, the center of attention.
Fang Shuwen stood at the door, not yet seated.
Guo Ziming only noticed him then, stood up and waved: "Fang Shuwen, you're here? Please have a seat."
Fang Shuwen had just taken a step when someone spoke up.
"Ziming, who is this?"
The woman in the floral shirt glanced at him sideways, her gaze lingering for a moment on his faded gray long shirt.
"My classmate, Fang Shuwen."
"Fang Shuwen? Your former lackey? What occasion is this, and why did you bring him here today?" The man in the floral shirt smirked.
The round-faced fat man next to him didn't say anything, but his eyes conveyed a similar feeling.
Guo Ziming's face darkened: "How can you talk like that? Fang Shuwen is my friend now."
"friend?"
The man in the floral shirt chuckled and leaned back in his chair.
"Ziming, aren't your standards for making friends a bit too low? You're bringing just anyone into your circle. What will we all look like if word gets out?"
The round-faced fat man chimed in, his tone less aggressive, but the meaning was similar:
"Ziming, we've all grown up together since we were little, we know each other's family backgrounds and circumstances. If you suddenly bring a stranger here, it'll be awkward for us to sit together since none of us know each other."
Guo Ziming's face darkened further. He opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know how to respond.
Han Tieshan looked up at Fang Shuwen, his expression blank, then lowered his head again.
Fang Shuwen stood at the door, not having touched a chair since he entered.
The way the people at the table looked at him wasn't malicious; it was an unconscious indifference that showed they didn't take him seriously at all.
He suddenly found it a little funny.
I'm here to give Guo Ziming face.
It's not about currying favor with anyone, nor is it about trying to get into any particular circle.
Since they don't welcome him, there's no need for him to force himself on them.
"Guo Ziming, we won't sit down today. You guys chat."
After saying that, he turned and left.
Guo Ziming paused for a moment, then quickly stood up: "Hey, Fang Shuwen, don't go! They're just being mean, don't take it to heart!"
Fang Shuwen didn't stop walking, he just waved his hand and said, "It's okay, you guys have fun."
I pushed open the door and went outside.
The door closed behind me, and the corridor was quiet; the dark red carpet made no sound when I stepped on it.
Fang Shuwen went down the stairs and out the door. The night breeze hit him in the face, cool and refreshing.
He took a deep breath and expelled the suffocating feeling from his lungs.
I walked over to the bicycle, bent down, and unlocked it.
Then he rode his bicycle along East Street towards the Zhao residence.
The night breeze felt cool on my face.
If Lao Fang knew he was treated like this tonight, he'd probably feel sorry for him.
But what Lao Fang didn't know was that his son no longer needed to depend on others for a living.
Fang Shuwen pushed off with his foot, and the bicycle sped up even more.