Chapter 30 The Most Realistic Outcome

second chapter on functions in the first volume of high school materials enables Su Cen to handle medium-difficulty problems adequately, when it comes to difficult ones, his accuracy might be less tha...Chapter 30 The Most Realistic Outcome

Just as the battle was raging, a group of people walking down the main road caught everyone's attention after the fighting circle. Despite the dimming sun in the sky, these people exuded an entirely different aura compared to the bloody brawl happening nearby.

This side was marked by calmness, and each person dressed differently from the current students. Their outfits weren't particularly stylish or fancy but were rare types that one would usually see only on TV in big cities.

A few individuals stopped at an empty spot, and one of them smiled, saying, "Interesting."

Chen Lingshan, standing beside him, was taken aback. These people were undoubtedly the group led by Wang Weiwei who had paid for the entire venue during the holiday. Due to a strong impression, Chen Lingshan remembered Wang Weiwei's appearance and now focused on him as he walked down the road with others, apart from watching Su Can’s side fight.

Wang Weiwei didn't recognize Chen Lingshan but was drawn to her looks—beauty always attracts people regardless of their identity. After that, Wang Weiwei led the group to a nearby snack stall and sat down, saying, "I'm bored anyway; what luck to run into such an entertaining scene!"

The others followed suit and settled in, with Wang Weiwei giving Lin Luoran a concerned glance. She hesitated momentarily before sitting down, much to Wang Weiwei's relief. These princes wearing Versace, Dior, and one even with L'oreal Men Expert cream on his face sat at this corner of the small city ordering fried potato salad and skewers while watching the fight ahead. This would surely shock anyone who knew them.

Using a knife to cut their wrists and feigning depth was something from later generations, but what these people were doing now could already be considered non-mainstream by those old-timers.

Yet, this was exactly how they chose to escape the suffocating family environment that almost left them gasping for air.

"Weiwei, that kid... he seems to be one of those skilled ballplayers!" Lin Zouwu, nicknamed "Little Wu" and a slightly overweight man, frowned.

"Oh, so it is." Wang Weiwei obviously recognized Su Can as well. However, Su Can brandishing half a brick was somewhat unexpected.

Lin Luoran glanced in that direction, her eyes brightened and she smiled, "He's quite gutsy." Although Lin Luoran usually appeared aloof and cold, with the appearance of an icy maiden, sometimes there was a boyish side to her personality, which was also why she could often join Wang Weiwei and his group for adventures.

"Just from watching him play games calmly, you can tell this kid is holding something back. He's not bad at fighting either; he's very calm. Though there's no method to his moves, he always ensures that while taking the least damage possible, he effectively counters." Mao Luo, who had grown up in a military compound and was now smiling, seemed to be the most approachable person among them. Wearing a sweater and long pants made him look simple, but couldn't hide his slender yet sturdy build.

Then he lit a cigarette, tossing the Zippo lighter onto the table, and glanced at Wang Weiwei.

Wang Weiwei waved his hand; Mao Luo, who was just about to stand up, sat back down. Among this group of people, Wang Weiwei took the lead, so everyone looked to him for guidance. They also knew that in the future, their paths would be closely linked with Wang Weiwei's, forming a vast network.

"Stop!" When Wang Haoran suddenly intervened between the two parties engaged in combat and forcefully separated them, he finally managed to halt the escalating fight.

Someone covered his bleeding forehead and bruised hand, stepping back warily. Just now, when competing bravely with Su Can and Xue Yiyang, they hadn't felt scared, but now thinking about those flying bricks made their hearts race with fear.

Tap! Su Can threw the brick in his hand on the ground, patted the still trembling and aching hands, wiped off the blood at the corner of his mouth, and calmly stared at this group of people.

This posture made the group even more astonished; their eyelids flickered slightly, and their limbs still trembled from intense fighting. They were all still in shock. Su Cen's cold gaze無形中讓他們增添了一股莫名的懼意。

Xue Yiyang was clearly hit a little harder than him, but this kid, when he got serious, was indeed reliable. A few people pointed at Xue Yiyang and covered the bruises on their bodies caused by his bricks, obviously recognizing him from before; they were now very shocked: "Xue Yiyang, good, good, you're good!"

Dragging Xue Yiyang into this situation so completely out of line with First High School's cliques was something Su Cen wanted to avoid. However, today, the crazed and fanatical spirit in Xue Yiyang made Su Cen feel a surge of excitement. On the surface, Xue Yiyang seemed very smooth and didn't want to offend any circles at First High due to his connection with Su Cen; he also had an air of superiority as someone from First High and often set boundaries between himself and others.

But the bond formed by growing up together couldn't be severed by these mundane boundaries. When faced with truly important moments, such as when Su Cen was being surrounded, Xue Yiyang's loss of reason still moved Su Cen deeply.

"If you're not convinced, come at me again!" Even someone he knew from playing soccer on the same field and who was a second-year student, Xue Yiyang dared to taunt now. His eyes were wide with anger, making Su Cen both amused and helpless.

Both of them had used up their energy; if they continued fighting, it wouldn't be long before they collapsed. The sheer audacity of Xue Yiyang's challenge alone intimidated the other side significantly.

Su Cen turned his head when he saw Wang Haoran, who was trying to stop this PK, wasn't looking at them. He made eye contact with Wang Weiwei from the snack stall.

Wang Weiwei smiled at Su Cen and gave him a thumbs up.

Wang Haoran's temper flared up again. Wasn't this showing support for Su Can

"Who the hell are you Get down here and I'll deal with you too!"

Wang Weiwei's little brother, Xiao Wu, and a few others at his side were itching to join in and couldn’t help but roll up their sleeves.

"Shut your mouth!" Wang Haoran immediately shouted when he realized what was happening. The crowd instantly fell silent.

Wang Haoran recalled that the Wang Weiwei he saw before him had appeared at a banquet in the "August First Victory Hotel" in Xia Hai City. Everyone in Xia Hai would know the Carrey Hotel, as it was one of the most luxurious venues for high-end business banquets in the city.

However, few people knew about the August First Victory Hotel, which was funded by the municipal government and only accommodated important guests without being open to the public. It had no star rating but was built with a level of sophistication that rivaled the Carrey Hotel's refined elegance and luxury.

Wang Haoran often frequented this hotel due to his relationship with his uncle, a municipal committee standing committee member. However, he couldn't forget the scene at the most recent banquet where Wang Weiwei was being fawned over. The middle-aged man escorting Wang Weiwei and his group appeared calm and composed but sat in such a way that it was clear he viewed everything from an imposing perspective.

Similarly, city leaders like Party Secretary Wang Jinrong and Mayor Hong Xiaotian behaved calmly and confidently around this person, yet their attitudes towards Wang Weiwei suggested they were trying to ingratiate themselves with him.

Wang Haoran couldn't precisely define the hierarchical relationships within this group, but through his observations, he knew that he was definitely not on the same level as Wang Weiwei. Put simply, if a conflict arose and he ended up being beaten so badly that both hands were broken, it might just end there. However, if something happened to Wang Weiwei, his uncle, Party Secretary Wang Jinrong, would likely ensure that whoever did it paid the price with their own limbs.n. Due to the prolonged absence, their father-daughter relationship was both close due to blood ties but also felt unfamiliar. It was quite an odd feeling.Even though Lin Zhouda was Sinbad in Lin Zhou...