Siheyuan: Happy Life of Jia Zhang Family

"On the second Monday of September, Jia Geng was sent to school.

"Jia Geng," his classmate Yang Xiaomi called out to him when he saw Bang Geng entering the school.

Yang Xiaomi was the first friend Jia Geng made after arriving in Hong Kong. He was well-dressed and well-mannered, and it was obvious that he had received a good family education.

"Xiaomi, I brought you some mooncakes. They're made by my seventh uncle's family. They're delicious, and they have five nuts." Jia Geng took out a mooncake from his schoolbag and gave it to his good friend.

"Country bumpkin, what the hell is this? Is it edible?" Zhu Youren, a classmate in the class, came over.

"What does it have to do with you whether it tastes good or not? Who the hell do you think you are? I've been the same as you these days, giving you face, right?" Jia Geng got angry and cursed at Zhu Youren.

"You dare to scold me?" Zhu Youren didn't expect that this new classmate would dare to scold him, so he rushed towards Jia Geng and wanted to grab Jia Geng's collar. In Jia Geng's eyes, his trick was like a joke.

Jia Geng kicked Zhu Youren in the crotch. Zhu Youren couldn't bear it and knelt on the ground. Jia Geng walked over and slapped Zhu Youren on the face left and right, making him cry loudly.

"With your level, you dare to mess with me? You're nothing." After the fight, Jia Geng walked into the classroom with Yang Xiaomi.

"Jia Geng, have you ever learned martial arts?" Yang Xiaomi said to Jia Geng with admiration.

"What kind of martial arts is needed to deal with this kind of guy? He is just too weak," Jia Geng said disdainfully.

"But Zhu Youren has a brother who is even worse than him. In the fourth grade, he often likes to bully his classmates," said Yang Xiaomi.

"It's okay, nothing will happen if he doesn't come. If he provokes me, I can only say sorry to him. I won't be responsible for any consequences," said Jia Geng.

When the class time came, Zhu Youren did not return to the classroom and Jia Geng did not care. The first class was Chinese, which was not difficult for Jia Geng. He felt that English was the most difficult subject.

The last class was English. Jia Geng felt overwhelmed after the class. He didn’t understand anything. He had to find someone to give extra lessons when he got home. He asked his mother, and found out that the tuition was very expensive, more than ten yuan per session. After four or five extra classes, Jia Dongxu’s monthly salary was gone. Now he was spending his seventh uncle’s money. Jia Geng felt a little embarrassed and distressed about the money, so he wanted to study hard.

The food in the school was quite good. There were two dishes and a soup every day, and one of the dishes must contain meat. It was 10,000 times better than the boiled dishes in Hongxing Primary School, so Jia Geng would never waste any food and would finish it all.

There is no place to take a nap, so they can only lie down in the classroom for a while. Children in lower grades are also very energetic, so not many people actually take a nap. Jia Geng never takes a nap. He doesn't play with other classmates at noon. He wants to read English because he wants to save some money.

At noon, two senior students came into the classroom. They were brought by Zhu Youren. The three of them came directly to Jia Geng.

"Did you hit my brother?" an older kid asked Jia Geng.

"What can happen if I hit you?" Jia Geng was not willing to be outdone. He stood up and secretly opened his schoolbag with both hands. Inside were the weapons he had prepared.

"Boy, you are so arrogant. How dare you hit my brother?" A senior classmate slapped Jia Geng in the face. Jia Geng dodged and the slap missed.

Jia Geng took out a bag of chili powder from his schoolbag and threw it on the senior classmate's face. Another senior classmate saw that the situation was not good, so he came over to grab Jia Geng's clothes. Unexpectedly, Jia Geng pulled out a rolling pin from his schoolbag. He hit the senior classmate who was about to grab him in the face with all his strength, and then hit him again and again. The senior classmate's head was broken and blood flowed.

Jia Geng’s classmates were frightened and cried very loudly. Their crying attracted the teacher.

When the teacher came, he was also confused when he saw the situation and didn't know how to deal with it. Three people beat up a junior student, then one of them had problems with his glasses and one of them had a broken head. What was going on?

"Send them to the infirmary." The teacher reacted and took the two senior students to the infirmary and called Jia Geng and Zhu Youren to the teaching department.

The principal was unable to handle the situation and called the parents.

The phone number Jia Geng left was Zhang Dabao's office number. When Zhang Dabao received the call from the school, he was surprised and then drove to the school.

"I am Jia Geng's great uncle, his father is my nephew, and I am his guardian now. You can tell me if you have anything." Zhang Dabao saw Jia Geng, who was standing there stubbornly. It seemed that the dean of studies failed to convince Jia Geng.

"Sir, your grandson beat up three classmates. One of them has serious eye problems and another has a broken head. They are receiving treatment in the hospital," said the Dean of Academic Affairs.

"We will bear the medical expenses, there is no problem with that. I want to ask, why did Jia Geng beat them? I need to know what happened. Jia Geng, you tell us," Zhang Dabao said to the dean, then turned his head to look at Jia Geng.

Jia Geng briefly recounted what happened, and Zhang Dabao comforted him that everything was fine, that it was not his fault at all and that he did not have any responsibility. In the face of school bullying, one must say no and must strike back strongly.

"Sir, I feel that there are some problems with your education methods. Why do you teach children to hit others?" The dean expressed dissatisfaction after hearing Zhang Dabao's words.

"Leader, do you mean that they can only beat us and we can't resist?" Zhang Dabao asked.

"Sir, there is a problem with your understanding. Have you ever thought about why they beat Jia Geng? It takes two to tango. Jia Geng is also responsible," said the dean.

Zhang Dabao laughed. He didn't expect to meet such a weird person here. To be honest, your level is far inferior to Yi Zhonghai.

Zhang Dabao took a step forward and slapped the dean hard on the face. "Can a slap make a loud sound? Have you ever thought about why I hit you and whether you are also responsible?" Zhang Dabao asked.

"You dare to hit me?" The dean rushed up and wanted to hit Zhang Dabao, but was slapped twice by Zhang Dabao and fell to the ground.

"Why are you resisting? Why don't you look for the reason within yourself? I'm asking you now if a slap can make a sound? How can a person like you be among the teachers? What kind of person is this?" Zhang Dabao cursed.

"Call the police, call the security team immediately and tell them there's a disturbance here." The dean was stunned. How could he have imagined that someone would beat up a teacher in school?