CHAPTER 38: CHAPTER 38 FACTORY MANAGER’S SON (PART 1)

The parents of the two students from the tenth middle school arrived first; a middle-aged man, still wearing factory work clothes, came in.

The father rushed into the office door and immediately saw his son with a head full of blood, his face turned gloomy instantly, and he angrily glared at the few students from the first middle school on the opposite side, shouting furiously, "Who did it? Who the hell hit my son!"

The boy who got into a fight with Shi Yang in the arcade stepped forward, wearing a smug expression, and pointed at Shi Yang to complain to his father, "Dad, it was him who hit me!"

The father didn’t say a word, charging towards Shi Yang, surprising everyone by grabbing Shi Yang by the collar, raising his hand ready to slap him.

Shi Yang grabbed the father’s arm with one hand, while the other formed a fist to block the incoming slap.

"Don’t hit my brother!" Zhao Meimei, without hesitation, sprang up next to Shi Yang and headbutted the father.

The teachers at the side reacted, quickly coming in to break up the fight; four teachers separated them while chattering:

"No hitting! We haven’t even investigated what happened yet!"

"There’s always room for discussion, how can you hit someone!"

"The student’s parents are about to arrive too, how can you as a parent be hitting kids!"

The father was pulled away, and Shi Yang hurriedly turned to help Zhao Meimei.

Zhao Meimei had just bumped into the father, losing control and bouncing back, ending up sitting on the ground.

Shi Yang pulled her up, anxiously asking, "Are you hurt? Where did you hurt yourself?"

Zhao Meimei had fallen on her tailbone, and tears instantly welled up in her eyes from the pain, "Ah! My butt’s split in two!"

Shi Yang helped Zhao Meimei up, glaring at the father, "You dare hit my sister!"

Shi Yang’s eyes turned red with anger, his veins bulging as he yelled, disregarding everything and lunging towards the restrained father, kicking him.

The teachers were busy holding down the father, not expecting this turn of events; Shi Yang kicked directly at the father’s stomach, causing their balance to falter, and they fell to one side, the teachers scrambled to let go of the father, watching him fall to the ground.

Shi Yang’s face flushed; the only thought in his mind was Zhao Meimei had cried, this kid cried for helping him.

Shi Yang lunged at the father to fight, while the teachers continued yelling and intervening, Zhao Meimei struggled to rub her sore butt, seeing Shi Yang starting to fight, she screamed and rushed forward; she was small and nimble, reaching Shi Yang first.

Qu Chaozong was fast too, seeing Shi Yang fighting, he hurried forward, but after two steps saw the two bastards from the tenth middle school heading to sneak attack Shi Yang, promptly turning to tackle them, kicking and pulling the two, the three tangled together.

The Peng sisters, Peng Rui and Peng Hui, were so scared they cried and hid behind the desk, while looking out at the people fighting.

The teachers were in chaos, pulling apart Qu Chaozong and the two students from the tenth middle school, and pulling the father and Shi Yang apart, but the two were too angry to be separated, and one teacher shouted at another, "Quick, go call for help!"

One ran out to ask for help, and there was only one teacher left struggling to pull the father off Shi Yang.

The father, after being kicked by Shi Yang, was furious, raising his arm to block Shi Yang’s punching fist, and he grabbed Shi Yang’s shoulder to pin him to the ground, with a bang, Shi Yang fell hard, letting out a muffled groan of pain.

Even as agile and bold as Shi Yang was, he was just a kid, how could he have the strength of a grown man, at first he could still spar with the middle-aged man, but later, he was pinned to the ground and beaten.

Zhao Meimei screamed and cried loudly, "Don’t hit my brother! Let go of my brother!"

"Ah! Damn!" The father was ready to punch Shi Yang, but suddenly his arm was bitten hard.

The father turned his head and saw a little girl gritting her teeth while biting his arm. It was a hot day, and he wore only a half-sleeve shirt, the bite landed directly on his skin, the needle-like pain was obvious, and it was bleeding.

Furious, the father turned to strike, but heard an angry shout from Shi Yang below, "Meimei!"

At the office door, two people rushed in, the leader wore casual clothes, holding a bag, followed by a young man in work clothes, both hurriedly ran into the office.

Seeing the people fighting on the ground, the leader shouted loudly, "Let go of my son!"

The father was dizzy with rage, suddenly grabbed from behind, reflexively throwing a punch, hitting the person holding him.

"Director!"

"Director Shi!"

"Ah? Oh my God! Director Shi!"

Several exclamations echoed one after the other; the person hit cried out in pain but did not let go, desperately restraining the father, while several others rushed in to help.

The father was pulled away but struggled to reach Shi Yang.

Several teachers rushed in from outside the office.

"Everyone stop fighting! Behave!"

The security department chief rushed in, accompanied by some security guards, separating everyone to keep watch.

The security chief was followed by the director of the academic affairs section, who both had rushed over after hearing the news; the director called out in surprise, seeing the person in work clothes helping to support someone, "Secretary Zhao?"

As Secretary Zhao turned around, the middle-aged man helping beside him also glanced back.

Even the security chief was stunned, shouting incredulously, "Shi, Director Shi?"

Director Shi ignored his facial injuries, torn apart, rushing over to carefully lift Shi Yang, checking his injuries meticulously.

Shi Yang suffered harshly from the father’s blows, his face covered in blood, a shocking sight; lying on the ground, he had become limp and could not move when picked up.

Director Shi’s eye sockets twitched, lips trembling, holding Shi Yang, he shouted hoarsely at the people beside him, "What the hell are you standing around for! Hurry and call the police! Get an ambulance! Hurry, save my son!"

Shi Yang lay in Director Shi’s arms, mouth agape, breathing painfully.

His fingers trembled, extending as he grasped hard, laboriously saying, "Me... Meimei... Meimei, are you okay?"

Zhao Meimei, hearing Shi Yang call her, rushed over, seeing Shi Yang covered in blood, and for the first time in her life, she cried loudly.

Tears blurred her vision, and she could only distantly see Brother Yangyang being carried away, leaving a trail of crimson, disappearing quickly from the office door.

Zhao Meimei chased after him crying, but was suddenly grabbed at her waist, trying hard to reach but unable to touch him.

Her view, chaotic and blurred, left only the moving figures.