My teacher is as beautiful as a demon. (87)

Volume 1 Living with the Beautiful Teacher 087, Injury

At this moment, the motorcycle behind them had already silently approached. However, the siblings were completely

unaware . Liang Jun, seeing Ya Fei mention his proud moment, laughed and said, "I was just shooting randomly."

Ya Fei laughed, her nose wrinkling with laughter. She turned her head, her voice soft and gentle:

"Shooting randomly..."

Before she could finish the sentence, her face changed, her eyes filled with terror, her mouth agape, unable to speak

. Fortunately, she reacted quickly, reaching out to grab Liang Jun's arm and pulling him forward. Liang Jun leaned forward,

their faces pressed together. Just as he was wondering when Ya Fei had become so open,

a sharp pain shot through his left shoulder blade, followed by the roar of a motorcycle's engine. Turning his head,

he

saw the motorcycle speeding past. If Ya Fei hadn't reacted quickly and pulled him aside, the knife would have pierced his heart from behind.

Even though the attack was misdirected, Liang Jun was still stabbed in the left scapula. Ya Fei didn't cry, but her face

was pale . She hurriedly tried to call 120 (the emergency number), but Liang Jun stopped her, saying, "Take a taxi back to our place."

Ya Fei got angry: "Are you doing this on purpose?"

"Grandpa Sun definitely has a way,"

Liang Jun said. But he was too embarrassed to say what was on his mind. He had spent almost all of his 1 million

yuan, leaving only tens of thousands. With that little money, he and Sun Xiucai needed to live, pay their two employees' salaries,

and pay tuition. He couldn't afford to risk it all.

Ya Fei couldn't persuade him

otherwise , he quickly rummaged through his bedding, saying, "You know me well. Those quacks at the hospital,

all they're good for is taking your money."

He pulled out a pair of tweezers, some cotton wool, and some black powder. Yafei helped Liang Jun remove

his shirt . The person who stabbed Liang Jun, perhaps because of the motorcycle incident, or because Yafei pulled Liang Jun to the

side, stabbed him in the shoulder blade. The flesh at the wound was torn open, like a child's mouth. Yafei immediately

went outside to vomit.

Meanwhile, Sun Xiucai used tweezers to apply some cotton wool to Liang Jun's wound. Liang Jun groaned. Sun

Xiucai applied it again, and Liang Jun's arm trembled.

Sun Xiucai frowned and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Liang Jun gasped, "It's okay."

Yafei finished vomiting and came back in. This girl was quite something; seeing the wound still made her nauseous,

but she gritted her teeth and endured it.

Having made up his mind, Sun Xiucai stopped testing him and began repeatedly applying medicine to his wound. Liang Jun chuckled

twice , and Ya Fei asked suspiciously, "What are you laughing at? Doesn't it hurt?"

Liang Jun ignored her and continued to chuckle. Ya Fei was even more surprised and said, "That's strange. If it were

someone else, they would be screaming, but you're laughing. Doesn't it hurt?"

Sun Xiucai said, "Look at his face. Does it hurt or not?"

Ya Fei glanced at him and saw that Liang Jun's face was pale and his forehead was covered in sweat. She asked, "You're in this state

, and you can still laugh?"

Liang Jun replied, "It hurts."

Ya Fei said, "You laugh even when it hurts?"

Liang Jun said, "Anyway, laughing or yelling makes a sound, so why not laugh?"

Afraid he couldn't bear it, Ya Fei held him with both hands, but couldn't find anything to wipe his sweat. She finally managed to pull out some soft tissues from

her bag and carefully wiped his forehead clean. Liang Jun sat, and Ya Fei stood, so his head naturally

rested against Ya Fei's chest. Liang Jun twitched his nostrils, thinking to himself, "Sister smells so good." After

wiping his sweat, Ya Fei hadn't forgotten the previous topic and scolded him, "I've never seen anyone like you, so proud

that you suffer for it."

Liang Jun didn't bother to ask what she meant by that seemingly random remark.

Sun Xiucai finally finished applying the medicine, putting the black powder on the wound and

bandaging .

Whether it was a psychological effect or the medicine really had a miraculous effect, Liang Jun actually felt

less pain.

After this unexpected turn of events, Liang Jun couldn't go eat dumplings. He finally managed to coax Ya Fei home before

sitting down to rest.

Although he said he was resting, his mind was constantly racing, repeatedly thinking, "Who did I offend? Who

wants to kill me?"

He started going through everything, carefully recalling the events before and after, but he couldn't think of offending any people.

Could it be someone from Sister Yan's gang? Impossible, because those people had already been wiped out. Then who could it be?

Could it be that scumbag? Liang Jun thought of Tang Shao. Last time at the internet cafe, Tang Shao was almost beaten to death by him. He

definitely wanted him dead; it might be him!

Liang Jun suddenly opened his eyes, staring intently at the ceiling, then quickly closed them again. He felt it was unlikely.

Tang Shao is a stray dog, probably rummaging through some trash can now, messing with his device. He probably can't even

afford to eat. He's only good at scaring little women like A-Lian. How could he possibly have the ability to hire such a skilled person

to deal with me?

This was something Liang Jun had never thought about so deeply before. Even when he was kidnapped by Tian Guo'er and her gang

, he only reported it on his phone on a whim. He was the quick-witted type of boy, but

this was the first time he'd analyzed something with such thoughtful consideration.

It seemed he had acted too rashly and offended someone. A figure flashed through his mind—

could it be him?

The person he remembered was Ma Gong. He had only focused on showing off and outshone Ma Gong.

He had seen Ma Gong's twisted, resentful expression back then. This was probably the most careless

thing he had ever done.

Sigh, Ma Gong, really, all for such a small thing? Liang Jun felt

helpless , but even so, he still couldn't believe it. It was such a small matter; it wasn't worth it.

They had come with the intention of killing him. Why would they use a knife to slash and kill him over something so trivial?

He was confused again, completely baffled. He wanted to report it to the police and ask Uncle Yidaogang for help.

He took out his phone and called Uncle Yidaogang. Uncle Yidaogang seemed genuinely busy...

A jumble of words escaped his lips, and he finally managed to say, "I know."

Liang Jun felt uneasy, sensing that Uncle Yidao didn't take his matter seriously.

Just then, Sun Xiucai, seeing him silent for so long, pulled out his phone to report a crime and asked, "

Who do you think it is?"

Liang Jun shook his head in confusion, explaining his bewilderment. Finally, he said, "Sigh, it seems I

'm still too careless. Look, I don't even know who's trying to kill me."

Sun Xiucai squinted, looking out the window, where a clump of bamboo branches gently brushed against the glass. His gaze

was cloudy and distant, as if recalling a long-ago story. After a long pause, he said, "I was born in Yunnan.

The waters of Dali, oh, I don't need a mirror; they reflect so clearly that I have no desires other than eating. When people get old,

they always like to think about the past. This trip to Shanghai is to revisit those places."

Liang Jun was confused, unsure how Grandpa Sun's words connected to him, but he didn't speak,

simply offering his ear to Sun Xiucai.

"Shanghai isn't a very old place. Later, the foreign devils conquered it, and outsiders

rushed in, turning it into the metropolis of Shanghai in no time. The locals are all law-abiding, but the outsiders

are restless. So, you could say that what's buried in the soil of other places are corpses, while what's buried in the soil of Shanghai is ambition. With so many ambitious people,

it's lively and never lonely."

Liang Jun was even more confused after hearing this. He didn't understand what these things had to do with him.

Sun Xiucai seemed intent on making him guess a riddle, continuing along his own train of thought. He said, "A person may have

ambition but not necessarily ability, and ability but not necessarily opportunity. Even if you have all three, it depends on how you manage to pull it off.

Back when I arrived in Shanghai, as soon as I got off the train, a man knelt down on one knee and asked me to be his stirrup. I immediately sensed

his ambition. I asked him, 'What's your name?' He replied, 'Du Yuesheng.'"

Liang Jun was taken aback and exclaimed, "Du Yuesheng was your stirrup?"

Sun Xiucai nodded, "Back then, he wanted me to join him."

"Then why didn't you go?"

"At that time, I saw through him. He knew he couldn't stand firm, nor could he stand firm against the Japanese, nor against Chiang Kai-shek.

So, Junzi, I'll give you a piece of advice: when you're young, make as many mistakes as possible, the bigger the better."

Liang Jun seemed to understand, but nodded knowingly.

Sun Xiucai said, "You are honest and kind-hearted, which I like. However, you're not destined

for greatness . I recommend a book to you, and after you finish reading it, I'll recommend another."

Liang Jun was disappointed by Sun Xiucai's words, but he was still very interested in what

book Grandpa Sun recommended.

"The Art of Thick-Skinnedness and Black-Heartedness,"

Liang Jun secretly noted down the book. Just then, someone knocked on the door. When they came in, it was the police. They

were sent by the First Rank Police. After sitting down, they began to ask about the situation, and Liang Jun explained the situation in

detail . After

seeing the police off, Liang Jun felt a little ashamed. He had wronged the First Rank Police.

On the third day, a person came to the door. Liang Jun went to open the door and saw that he didn't recognize the person. The person was particularly

sleazy .

He was wearing a wide-sleeved suit that covered his buttocks. He had a shaved head and wore a pair of farm shoes.

He looked like a boiled egg with several holes poked in it.

Liang Jun asked curiously, "Who are you looking for?"

"My grandmaster."

"Who's your grandmaster?"

Liang Jun didn't like him, so he asked seriously. The man didn't answer, barging in. Liang Jun couldn't

stop him and was easily pushed aside.

The man entered the room, saw Sun Xiucai, and knelt down with a thud, startling Liang Jun.

"Grandmaster, I've come."

Sun Xiucai didn't raise his head or open his eyes, pointing at Liang Jun and saying, "These days, you've been following him, and while you're at it,

give him some of your belongings."

This person was actually Sun Xiucai's grand-grandmaster, named Huang Xier, who had been specially ordered by Sun Xiucai to teach Liang Jun martial

arts.

Thus, another person, named Huang Xier, entered the room.

Liang Jun stayed at home for seven days, and miraculously, his wounds healed in those seven days.

His absence for seven days drove one person crazy, searching high and low for him.

This person was Lu Qingci. She sought out Liang Jun not for anything else, but to ask him to do something.

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