Chapter 39: Xu Zihang's Back-Up Team

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Actually, Song Ye was a very pragmatic person. Things that could be solved with fists, she would never quarrel; and things that could be solved by talking, she would never curse. Hence, after she generously and magnanimously greeted them and with the sinister look of the form teacher and Tang Meiling who were about to spit blood from anger, she walked forward very happily.

After not seeing Xu Zihang for a few days, he had slimmed down quite a bit and had regained the image of being the school's prince. The whole way to class, Song Ye had also conveniently gained some popularity because of him. Before they even entered the class, the entire class knew that this underdog smart kid had an unusual relationship with the school hunk, Xu Zihang.

Song Ye was not someone afraid of everything so she generously allowed Xu Zihang to carry her bag and also call the other brothers down for training. "Every day after school, I will train your fighting skills alone. Help me inform the rest."

"Okay." Xu Zihang knew Song Ye's fighting skills very well. Once he heard this, his eyes lit up. When he nodded, he unknowingly broke into a smile.

When they were talking, both of them arrived at the classroom door. When the girls watching in secret saw Xu Zihang's unwitting smile, their heart shattered into pieces. They looked at Song Ye; even though her face was intricate and pretty, she looked like a boy and did not have the cuteness of girls.

The jealousy atmosphere caused Song Ye to be isolated in class one once again.

The first person that came up to cause trouble was Xu Zihang's rumored girlfriend, Wang Han.

After finishing the exercise when the second period ended, Song Ye washed her hands in the toilet. When she was about to leave, a bunch of girls barged in from outside. Wang Han, who was at the front, stuck her chin up in the air and judged Song Ye. Then, she mocked her: "Song Ye, right? Just based on your appearance that looks neither like a boy or a girl, you want to get Young Master Xu to like you? Do you really think that this method will give him a feeling of novelty?"

Song Ye raised her eyes and looked straight at the other party's soft face. Suddenly, she felt that she looked very familiar. Upon deeper thinking, she recognized her.

"What are you looking at? Keep your disgusting eyes away." Wang Han knitted her brows harshly as her eyes were hurt by the too intricate face in front of her, causing her feelings to be very awful.

In the past, she dared say that she was the belle of Third Middle School with no doubts. Now that there was Song Ye, it was like a rock weighing on her heart. It would be good if she was a boy, but she had to be a girl and was very close to Xu Zihang.

Song Ye saw the jealousy clearly in the other party's eyes and never expected her to become cannon fodder because of Xu Zihang. Her gaze became cold as she explained, "I have nothing to do with Xu Zihang."

"Hah, nothing to do? Do you think that I'm a fool? You told Young Master Xu to bring you to class one and even made him hold your school bag. Even the blind can tell that you're intentionally trying to get close to Young Master Xu." Wang Han said every word with gusto, and her anger almost spilled over to Song Ye's side.

Song Ye did not think that she did anything wrong. It was not against her conscience to ask her subordinate to take her things. Since she did not understand her explanation, she was too lazy to say anything more and wanted to walk out. "Excuse me."

Wang Han was stunned and was directly bumped by Song Ye and almost fell down. In the fit of anger, she suddenly extended her hand to grab Song Ye's hair. "B*tch, stop right there!"

When Wang Han's fingers were only a palm away from the short hair, she was so harsh until she was going to tear her entire scalp down. However, it seemed like Song Ye had eyes at the back of her head. Her head moved to the side, and she directly grabbed onto her hand, squeezing her long fingernails in her palm. With a light break, the pain in the ten fingers; and her heart made her cry out in pain, almost crying on the spot.

"Wang Han, are you okay?"

"Wang Han, how can Song Ye do this to you? She's too much."

"That's right. Wang Han, your nails are broken."

The surrounding girls helped Wang Han up, and all their faces were filled with anxiety. Even though they were all scolding Song Ye on their mouths, none of them actually went up and fought with her.

This would then be the aspect where small cliques in school were not even able to take a blow. They wanted to show off on one hand; but on the other, they were afraid of getting punished by the school rules. They were following the trend but were still smart enough to protect themselves.

Song Ye never cared about these child plays as she turned her head to look at Wang Han's watery eyes. She lightly threw a sentence down. "Your hand is equally as bad as your taste in clothes."

That was right. Wang Han was the unreasonable girl that Song Ye met when she first went shopping. She did not expect the world to be so small, allowing enemies to meet so easily.

After triggering her, Song Ye went on her own way, leaving Wang Han with a shocked face in exasperation.

Song Ye, I will never let you off.

After school in the afternoon, Yun Hua called and said that the winding up of the Low Tiger Gang was very successful and asked Song Ye if she wanted to hold a celebration party.

Song Ye thought for a while and told Yun Hua to reserve the table as she brought the whole group of them to the restaurant that the Song family held their banquet at.

In the lavish room, all the youngsters were filled with curiosity. Wang Tiechuan and the rest were all from small families so they had never been to such a high-class restaurant. They looked left and right, gasping from time to time.

The calmest amongst them would be Song Ye and Xu Zihang.

Song Ye was a person from fifteen years later and was used to seeing such scenes. As for Xu Zihang… she looked at the way the other party gently poured the tea and asked as if unintentional. "Last time, Zhou Zheng put out a reward of twenty thousand to catch you. Do you know who wants to mess with you?"

Xu Zihang was taken aback, and his brows knitted slightly together as if he was hesitating. After some time, he nodded lightly. "I have a bit of a clue. I think it's the enemies from my father's side."

"Oh?" Song Ye raised her tone and was kind of interested. Since the first time she saw Xu Zihang, she knew that this person was not from an ordinary background; and the previous kidnap had further proved this. "Since you're part of the Night Gang—if you have any difficulties, you can tell me."

Xu Zihang was stunned again and slowly gave a smile after some time. "Okay." After killing Zhou Zheng, he owed Song Ye a favor so if she asked for the reason, he had no intention of hiding it. However, he did not expect that Song Ye would stop there and not ask further. Xu Zihang was touched once again.

This was the first time he felt that Song Ye was not as cold-blooded as what she seemed on her outside and was also thankful that he could be close to her.

After the whole table of dishes was served, Song Ye used tea to substitute for wine, as she raised it and said, "Today, we're celebrating the start of the Night Gang. After today, everyone is a part of the Night Gang."

Everyone thought that it was just a simple meal today. When they heard this, their hearts were filled with pride. Xu Zihang was the first to stand up, and sincerity was written all over his face. "From today onwards, we'll live and die by the Night Gang."

"Yes, live and die by the Night Gang."

"Live and die by the Night Gang."

Over a dozen teacups were raised and hit into one another, making a crisp clank sound. When Song Ye saw the delighted faces of the youngsters, there was warmth in her heart.

Compared to directly hiring top people into an organization, this process of starting everything from scratch and slowly moving towards the top was much more interesting.