Rebirth begins with an arranged marriage

Chapter 87 Are you crazy?

Hearing Zhao Weimin's threat, Tang Huaiyi smiled and said, "Yes, this isn't a school!"

"But try touching me here, okay?"

Pointing to the dusty concrete train station, he reminded Zhao Weimin, "Look over there—there are police in the train station, and there are also security personnel near the cars over there. Who do you think you are, to hit whoever you want?"

Zhao Weimin and the other two, along with He Genbao, were stunned. They looked at the train station and then at Tang Huaiyi.

He Genbao, who had just been beaten and whose face and body were still sore, felt even more aggrieved: No, why didn't I think of that? If I had said so earlier, would I have avoided this beating?

It doesn't seem like that... Zhao Weimin and his gang just dragged me anywhere and beat me up. I couldn't escape.

Looking at Tang Huaiyi, Zhao Weimin felt once again that this guy was really hard to deal with—why couldn't he just be like He Genbao, bowing his head and begging for mercy? Instead, he said things that made him feel uncomfortable, yet he also felt it was inappropriate to hit him.

"Well done, Tang Huaiyi, you're quite the smooth talker," Zhao Weimin said. "No wonder Guan Xiaolin believes you but not me."

"You really think I wouldn't dare hit you here at the train station?"

"Fine, go ahead and hit me. I'll yell 'robbery' then," Tang Huaiyi laughed. "Young people fighting might go unchecked, but surely someone will intervene if you rob someone? If that still doesn't work, surely someone will intervene if you use a knife?"

"If this really blows up, how will you explain it to your father when you need favors? How does your father handle favors?"

"What happened? Just because of some trivial squabble over a girl at school, it escalated into a serious public order incident, and you had your dad put in a good word for them?"

Zhao Weimin's expression changed slightly: "You're carrying a knife?"

"What do you think? I travel about 10 or 20 miles from the countryside to the county town, through fields of corn taller than a person. Do you think I wouldn't carry something for self-defense?" Tang Huaiyi retorted.

Zhao Weimin and his two friends looked at each other, both somewhat hesitant.

Watching martial arts movies on video gets their blood pumping, but once they're back in reality, even if this poor student in front of them has a knife, they wouldn't bother fighting him.

Tang Huaiyi's calm demeanor and tone, as if he had actually been through a knife wound, made them even more uneasy.

"Brother Zhao, I think he makes a good point. It's not worth arguing with him..."

One person said.

The other person nodded in agreement.

Zhao Weimin felt he had a way out: "Alright, Tang Huaiyi, what you said makes some sense. I won't argue with you, so as not to make my dad worry."

"You can leave now."

"Leave?" Tang Huaiyi smiled. "You should make things clear before you leave."

Zhao Weimin was taken aback: "What do you mean? Let me tell you, Tang Huaiyi, don't push your luck! I'm not hitting you today only because of Guan Xiaolin and to avoid trouble. Don't think I'm really afraid to deal with you!"

"Look, they're talking about Guan Xiaolin again."

Tang Huaiyi looked at Zhao Weimin and said, "Think carefully about what my relationship is with Guan Xiaolin, and what your relationship is with Guan Xiaolin; then ask yourself, is it any of your business whether or not this is a normal interaction between classmates, and why are you targeting me?"

Zhao Weimin was stunned by his question: "What?"

"Take my advice and think it over carefully. Ask yourself what's really going on," Tang Huaiyi said. "Today I'm carrying a knife, but next week it might be He Genbao carrying a knife. Think carefully about what you're going to do, why you've provoked us, and what the consequences will be if you push us too far."

"If you're just trying to make friends who smoke, drink, and watch videos, the two behind you are enough; there's no need to drag your classmates along. If you're trying to pursue Guan Xiaolin, the more you do these kinds of things, the further away Guan Xiaolin will be from you."

"Do I need you to remind me—"

Zhao Weimin blurted out something subconsciously, but seeing Tang Huaiyi's smiling face, as if an adult were caring for a mentally challenged child, he immediately flew into a rage and cursed, "Tang Huaiyi, do you want to die? What right do you have to lecture me? Who do you think you are?"

Seeing that he was still unconvinced, Tang Huaiyi looked at He Genbao beside him and said, "He Genbao, tell me, what are you going to do if he bullies you again?"

He Genbao's answer, given his pride, low self-esteem, and sensitivity, did not disappoint Tang Huaiyi.

"I'll stab him to death!"

"He made me call my parents in; my dad's definitely going to beat me to death. Before he dies, he'll at least stab all three of them to death!"

Zhao Weimin turned around in astonishment and saw a pair of sinister and violent eyes, devoid of any life.

He Genbao genuinely wanted to stab Zhao Weimin and the other two to death; there was no doubt about that.

"Are you fucking an idiot? You think I'd just tease you and you'd pull a knife?"

Zhao Weimin cursed and swore, but a chill ran through him.

These poor wretches have such worthless lives. Tang Huaiyi always carries a knife with him, and He Genbao is going to bring a knife to stab him next week too.

I was just joking around with them, teasing them a bit, why are they so easily amused?

Why can't you stand being hit a couple of times or scolded a few times? Why are you so eager to fight me?

Tang Huaiyi reminded him again: "Zhao Weimin, have you thought this through? Pursuing your female classmates is your own business. If you keep bringing trouble on us, you have a life to live, and so do we."

"Once you're gone, you're gone. No matter how capable your father is, he can't save you."

Zhao Weimin pushed his bicycle, glanced at Tang Huaiyi, then at He Genbao whose eyes were filled with hatred, and cursed, "Are you all desperate for money? Don't you value your lives?"

"Isn't it just that they're desperate for money?"

Tang Huaiyi scoffed: "Sometimes, this is the fairest thing to do."

"I'm not going to waste my breath on lunatics like you!"

Zhao Weimin and two friends rode away on bicycles, muttering curses under their breath.

Tang Huaiyi was a very peculiar person. His words always sounded like they came from a generation older than his classmates. He had more ideas and was much more persuasive than his classmates.

Zhao Weimin had intended to stop him today to vent his anger, but he didn't expect him to leave so hastily, and he was quite startled.

For a rich kid like him who smokes, drinks, and watches videos for fun, it's quite an unexpected outcome that he'd resort to violence at the drop of a hat.

After the three bicycles left, Tang Huaiyi was about to take Li Xiujuan home.

Just then, He Genbao, whose face was swollen, suddenly spoke up: "Tang Huaiyi, thank you."

"Thank me?" Tang Huaiyi laughed. "Just don't tell on me again."

"I'll never sue you again."

He Genbao said in a low voice, "I apologize for telling you before."

"Also, please tell Guan Xiaolin I'm sorry, and thank her as well."

Ok?

Tang Huaiyi frowned: "Can't you say it yourself?"

"I...I have other things to do..."

He Genbao lowered his head, walked towards Tang Huaiyi, and suddenly reached out his hand: "Can I borrow your knife?"

As he spoke, he reached out to snatch Tang Huaiyi's bag.