My teacher is as beautiful as a demon. (270)

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Volume 1 Living with a Beautiful Teacher, Chapter 270: Hitting Someone is Impolite.

This was truly the most difficult time Liang Jun had ever endured in his life. Aside from Xia Yunqing, Liang Jun

had never had to suffer such a loss while holding a beautiful woman in his arms. It seemed that this time he was determined to be

a cat that wouldn't steal fish. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and although his nose was filled with the fragrance of her body

and perfume, he resolutely pushed the beauty out of his arms. Unfortunately,

when he reached out to push her away, his hands landed on her two enormous treasures. Thus, he and the beauty in his arms

simultaneously let out a low cry. For the woman, it was her first time having that area touched,

so she naturally experienced an unprecedented electric shock. Liang Jun, on the other hand, had tasted countless beauties and

objectively evaluated the characteristics of each person, which gave him that extremely fresh and beautiful feeling about her at that moment.

His hands lingered on her chest for a second or two before reluctantly leaving. The

feeling of disappointment was no less than that of a hungry wolf facing a table full of delicious food but unable to eat it.

But having already pushed her away, Liang Jun was determined not to pull her back. He simply

said with a regretful tone, "Let's go, we both need to restrain ourselves."

Yi Ren was still a high school student; she absolutely didn't understand men. If she did, she would give Liang Jun another chance,

and perhaps the two of them could create a happy new life together. However, because of Liang Jun's impassioned words

and looked up to him even more and felt contempt for herself, thinking

she had been far too frivolous.

Yi Ren obediently put on her clothes and went out. Liang Jun hesitated slightly before knocking on Xian'er's door.

Xian'er had also just showered, and she clearly smelled of bathwater. Her chest was also quite ample.

A hint of resentment flashed in her eyes, but she didn't feign resentment. She went inside, put on her clothes, and followed him out.

With a stunningly beautiful woman on each side of Liang Jun, everyone was mesmerized. It was truly remarkable that

Liang Jun , at such a young age, could maintain such an indifferent and composed demeanor, leaving passersby

speechless. Some were even heard swallowing hard.

Liang Jun pretended not to notice, or perhaps took it as applause, and led the two women to the Bell

Bar. He didn't care who owned the bar, given its bizarre name; he

just wanted to relax. He made his way to the third floor. Passing the second floor, he seemed to hear

urinating sounds. Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he saw three bald men with the women they had brought.

Liang Jun understood; it was a signal to his companions—this guy had arrived. Liang Jun remembered that

Zhuang Qishan had said earlier that they wanted to apologize to him, which he had refused. Now, hearing the urinating, he wondered

what it meant. Were they coming to settle scores?

Liang Jun sneered and headed straight for the third floor without lingering. Unexpectedly, the three men

met .

The three bald men were quite depressed today. They had always been in this awkward

situation. None of them came from prominent families, and none of them had connections within the system. Even if they did,

they were only second- or third-tier, or even fifth- or sixth-tier,

working in . If their family backgrounds were classified as class, they would at most be wealthy artisans or business owners.

Their family circumstances were neither particularly good nor bad. In Shanghai, where even tens or hundreds of millions could be poured into the Huangpu River without making

a ripple, their family wealth was clearly meager, perhaps only worth a

couple hundred yuan at most. It's not that they're bad; after all, they have a couple hundred kids at home

, and they still feel a bit more important than the children of those older working-class families, since they have a few thousand yuan in pocket money. But this

makes things even more awkward. They desperately try to infiltrate the circles of those high-ranking people, but no one is willing to give them a hard time.

Or rather, even if they do manage to get together, they can only listen to others talk about life, ideals, vision, and social class.

When they're together, spending money is inevitable, but the level of consumption they manage to generate is simply

not up to the standards of those second-generation officials and rich kids, and they always end up with a reputation as country bumpkins. It's no wonder they vent

their anger on the poorer ones who are even worse off than them. Unable to find a sense of connection with the children of officials and rich kids, they

try to find it with the poor—this is probably a common mentality in contemporary Chinese society.

Unfortunately, they didn't have the discernment to see the arrogance hidden beneath Liang Jun's cheap clothes

, and as a result, they messed up and were fooled. Before they could even start showing off, they'd already given away

30,000 , only to have a young girl rob them of the rest of their money.

This is where they were truly inferior to Liang Jun. Although Liang Jun was young, his mentality was that of an adult

. He was a classic example of pragmatism. In

a society where modern young people try every means to save face, even spending money to buy it, and begging others for face, he didn't care about face at all.

You say I have no money? Ah, yes, I have no money. You say I'm a loser? Ah, yes, I am a loser,

so what? You say I can't afford a 10,000 yuan apartment? Ah, yes, I can't afford it, so what?

The three young men grew increasingly furious. They all said this was an inhuman ordeal, but for them, this loss was utterly unbearable

. He was swindled out of his money, beaten up, and almost killed. Then, the young master Zhuang left right before his eyes

, and he even got a good scolding from Brother Song. What's more infuriating is that his enemy was right beside him, yet he didn't dare mention him.

Luckily Brother Song was a friend of many years; before leaving, he tossed over ten thousand yuan, finally relieving his immediate crisis. The problem is, having

suffered a loss and lost his money, he can't easily go home to ask for it back. A family that has painstakingly saved one or two million

yuan will absolutely not easily let their children squander that money. One or two million yuan—what is that in Shanghai? Nothing.

It can't even buy a corner of an apartment. These days, besides stagnant wages, prices and housing prices skyrocket, and wives'

tempers flare up whenever their husbands are around.

The three men were furious, heartbroken, and frustrated. Deciding to live for the moment, they brought the three women to a bar

to drink.

As Their original plan was to get rid of Liang Jun, throw a party, get the women drunk, and then...

They planned to take turns, finally presenting the woman to their beloved Young Master Zhuang as a greeting gift, then get all three women drunk so the three of

them could take turns having fun.

However, this creative plan was now a waste; they only ended up getting themselves drunk.

Liang Jun had no interest in their misery; it was all their own doing

. He was already in a good mood as long as he hadn't crippled them. He took two women upstairs, found a window seat, sat down,

and ordered beer and some red wine, beginning to sip slowly. But after just one sip,

he felt something was wrong. He felt a gaze upon him, sinister and sharp, making him unusually uncomfortable.

Liang Jun turned his head and saw three people sitting at a table not far away. The person inside was looking down at

their phone, while the man outside, probably around thirty years old, didn't have the air of a江湖 (

jianghu, a

term referring to the world of martial arts and chivalry) that matched the surroundings. He was gentle and refined, but there was still a hint of a carefree, spoiled brat between his brows. He had a very dignified air, a natural air of a scion of a wealthy family. Liang Jun sensed that the gaze was coming from him.

The two men stared at each other for about ten seconds, then looked away simultaneously. However, Liang Jun felt an

immense pressure. At the same time, he felt a strange

sense of déjà vu about this man.

Just then, a noisy commotion came from downstairs. Soon, the noise grew closer and closer, as if

someone was running upstairs. The guests upstairs were looking towards the stairwell with puzzled expressions. A moment later, a woman with disheveled hair and

unkempt clothes ran upstairs. Upon closer inspection, Liang Jun was shocked. This woman was none other than

Zhang Mo, the one who had greeted him in front of the Century Building. The woman's face was swollen from being beaten, and

she was sobbing, clearly trying to hide. Liang Jun was about to

call out to her when, back in front of the Century Building, out of three women, only Zhang Mo had greeted him; the other two had

ignored him completely. Therefore, Liang Jun remembered Zhang Mo vividly. But what was going on tonight?

Had the bald men gotten drunk and started beating a woman? Just as

Liang Jun was wondering, two men ran up from downstairs, pointing at Zhang Mo and cursing, "You filthy bitch, we'll

beat you to a pulp today!" Liang Jun didn't recognize these two men, which confused him even more. Wasn't Zhang Mo

with those five men? In his memory, she seemed to be with the man with glasses. Since he had

a good impression of this woman, he should protect her. So he stood up, and at that moment, the man with glasses rushed up from downstairs

. Liang Jun thought, "That's it, her man is here. I should let him protect her." With that thought,

he sat down.

Over there, the bespectacled man shouted, "What are you doing? What are you doing? Who told you to hit people? Hitting people is

impolite , you know? Hitting people is uncivilized, you know?

" With a thud, Liang Jun spat out the mouthful of beer he'd just taken a sip. He remembered those words

; they were

something . He said the Philippines' use of firearms during law enforcement was uncivilized.

Zhang Mo saw her boyfriend rushing towards her and quickly threw herself into

his arms, but two men grabbed her, shoved her to the ground, and began

slapping . Zhang Mo let out a pitiful scream.

The bespectacled man stepped forward and shouted, "What are you doing? What right do you have to hit people?" The two young men yelled, "

Mind your own business! If you do, we'll hit you too!" The bespectacled man didn't dare to step forward.

At this point, the two young men said, "That slut, that son of a bitch, came to buy our phone, looked around

for ages didn't buy it, daring to rip us off. What a slut!"

Just then, the bald man and the skinny guy rushed up, seeing the situation, and said, "Stop! Don't hit

anyone!" Seeing more people coming, one of the young men pulled out a knife and said, "Whoever comes up, I'll stab them to death." He then

said to his companion, "Hit them! Beat them to death!" At this point, the bespectacled man really panicked and wanted to rush forward,

but the bald man grabbed him, saying, "Calm down, control yourself, don't fall for their tricks, they're just trying to

provoke us." The bespectacled man indeed didn't dare move. At this moment, one of the two youths began to

beat , left and right. Poor Zhang Mo watched helplessly as her companion and boyfriend were right in front of her, yet

she was forced to her knees, blood gushing from her nose and mouth. Perhaps heartbroken and angry, she burst into tears.

People over 50 meters around the bar could hear her and asked, "Who's crying so pitifully?"

At this point, Liang Jun was truly enraged, his eyes reddening. He wasn't angry at the two youths who were beating her,

but rather at the cowardice of the bespectacled man and the indifference of the bald man.

He abruptly stood up again, but Yi Ren instinctively grabbed him, saying, "No!" Liang Jun said, "Do

you want me to ignore you if you encounter something like this?" Yi Ren quickly shook her head.

Liang Jun stepped forward, standing in front of the two youths, and said in an extremely calm voice, "

Stop. Two men beating a woman—aren't you ashamed? I'm ashamed just watching." In

despair , Zhang Mo, who wanted to jump off a building and die immediately, stopped crying. She heard a

voice that was both strange and familiar, warm and comforting—the warmest, most humane

voice .

"Why, you brat?" The guy with the knife glanced sideways at Liang Jun. "This person is my friend."

Liang Jun remained calm. "Friend? You two are from the Second Artillery Corps? Then what's the deal with those three?" The guy with the knife

smiled sinisterly. He found it amusing that someone dared to step forward at this moment, and wasn't particularly angry. He was

confident everything was under control, so there was no need to get angry—this was the composure he had cultivated.

Liang Jun didn't speak, but took out a cigarette, lit it, and exhaled a puff of smoke before saying, "To be honest,

I don't know this woman very well either. But this morning, when I was being mocked as a poor wretch, she was

the only one who didn't laugh at me. While other women were trying to puff themselves out and give me their disdain to prove they

weren't prostitutes, this woman alone didn't treat me that way. She made me feel that

there's still humanity in this world. So, I had to come and save her." As he spoke, he bent down to help Zhang Mo up. Just as

the man with the knife was about to stop him, Liang Jun suddenly looked up, held up one finger, and said, "You have to forgive me."

"If you had hit any of the other two women today, I wouldn't have bothered you at all."

As soon as he said this, the other two rushed over to see what was going on. The bald man and the skinny guy's girlfriend

blushed instantly and retreated to the side, refusing to show their faces.

After Liang Jun finished speaking, he reached out to help Zhang Mo up. At this moment, the guy who had just slapped Zhang Mo

cursed, "Hey, you son of a bitch, who the hell do you think you are? Did I allow her to get up

? Are you looking for death?

Looks like you don't agree?" Having finally gotten all the words out of his mouth, Liang Jun, feeling incredibly relieved,

looked up and asked softly. "Looks like you're playing dumb, or are you just pretending to be clueless? Today

I'm going to make you pay." The young man who had hit Zhang Mo became even more enraged.

Liang Jun nodded, said "Oh," and instantly struck.

The young man with the knife flinched. He instinctively sensed that the person before him was no good.

Almost turned to the side. The man with the knife slashed fiercely at Liang Jun's face. Since this kid dared to ignore the

three bald men in front of him, he naturally possessed unbridled skills. He never neglected his martial arts training, so his punches

were powerful , with angles and force that only someone with some training could execute. Liang Jun, however, raised his left elbow

and lightly deflected the attack. His right hand, which had struck even earlier, slashed towards his neck, his body... Instead of retreating, he advanced, grabbing the man

's neck. With two short, Wing Chun-like steps, his right hand, which should have been at its limit, suddenly exploded with

astonishing aggression, forcefully pushing the knife-wielding man back several steps. With each step the man retreated, Liang Jun

took a step forward, his movements violent and forceful, using only one hand to slam the man to the ground.

Liang Jun crouched down and unleashed a dazzling flurry of punches to the man's face—simple

punches retractions, and more punches, all seemingly summed up in one word: speed.

The knife-wielding man lay sprawled on the ground, a bloody mess, but still somewhat conscious, because Liang Jun had left himself plenty of

room . Everyone was stunned by this absurd scene, their mouths agape. The guy who had slapped Zhang Mo earlier was now

dumbfounded, standing there, too afraid to move. Liang Jun walked over, bowed, and asked Zhang Mo, "Which hand did this kid use to

hit you?" Zhang Mo was stunned and could only cry. Liang Jun said, "Oh, I understand, both hands were hit."

He turned around sharply to look at the young man who had just been cursing him, and walked forward step by step. The

guy was dumbfounded, standing there motionless, shouting, "I won't do it again, please spare me, I'll never do it again!"

Before he finished speaking, Liang Jun stepped forward, grabbed his left hand, and snapped it against his own arm. With a crack, the

guy's arm broke off. Liang Jun turned back to Zhang Mo and said, "I left him an arm so they can

make money to compensate you. Don't worry, I mean what I say.

" "My god, that's too brutal! That's uncivilized!" Whether the bespectacled man was a bad influence

or even worse, he uttered such an inappropriate sentence at this moment. Without saying a word, Liang Jun stood

up slapped him across the face, and cursed, "You fucking have the nerve to say that? Are you even a man?" You

watched your woman kneel at someone's feet, beaten like that, and you remained unmoved. No wonder

China was invaded by Japan back then. With someone like you still alive, when will China ever be able to reclaim the Diaoyu Islands? You might as well just die

.

At this moment, the mysterious scion of a prominent family who had been sitting not far from Liang Jun stared at him with gloomy eyes,

while someone next to him whispered, "Young Master, do you think this person is easy to deal with?"

The scion replied, "He has many advantages over his peers, but he also has many disadvantages."

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