Chapter 10: Bravery
Wang Cheng hunched his shoulders, put his hands in his pockets, and habitually scanned the crowd flowing around him, looking at them vaguely, looking for an easy target.
The air conditioning in the train station was turned on very high, but there were too many people and it was the hot season. Wang Cheng, who was still wearing a long-sleeved shirt, was sweating profusely. However, when he thought of the wallets and mobile phones densely inserted inside his coat, he felt that it was worth it. Instead of feeling unbearable, he chose to get into the hot and crowded places.
"The K1819 train is coming. Please prepare to receive the train..."
A soft and clear female voice sounded on the radio, and Wang Cheng immediately perked up. After hanging around the train station for more than half a year, he had memorized all the important train numbers and arrival times - although the arrival time was often late, which caused him a lot of trouble - the K1819 train started from the border of Country Z, and many passengers had to stay on the train for forty or fifty hours. The fatigue of the long journey and the relaxation of finally arriving at the destination made many people less vigilant, and it was easy to get into trouble among the large number of people pouring out of the platform. It was a good time to take action. Wang Cheng immediately rushed to the exit with many people waiting for the train, and the fingers of his right hand kept rubbing in his pocket.
Rong Yuan looked up and handed out flyers to two young men who happened to be walking in front of him. Then he stuffed the remaining flyers to a high school student who was also doing odd jobs nearby and said, "Help me watch the toilet while I go."
"Okay." The other party nodded casually, which was a common thing.
Rong Yuan rubbed his sore wrist and walked slowly towards the pick-up area. The figure in the gray coat in front of him was looming and often disappeared from his sight. But it didn't matter. After observing him for these days, Rong Yuan was already familiar with that person's habits and behaviors. Even if he lost the target in the crowd, he knew where the other person would go.
Sure enough, a few minutes later Rong Yuan saw the man in the gray coat again about ten meters ahead. He seemed to have a target in mind. On the surface, he was walking forward hurriedly with his head down, but in fact, his eyes were fixed on the calves and shoes of the crowd to make sure he didn't get the wrong direction.
"Ouch!" A young girl was hit on the shoulder and almost fell to the ground.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I was in such a hurry that I didn't look at the road. Are you okay?" The person who bumped into her apologized repeatedly, even nodding and bowing a little.
The girl was very angry at first, but when she saw his sincere look, her anger subsided. She waved her hand and said casually, "Forget it, forget it. I'm fine. Just be careful when you walk!"
"Yes, yes, I will pay attention." Wang Cheng wanted to leave after saying this, but a hand suddenly grabbed his arm.
"Hey, give your things back!" said the handsome young man indifferently. He was wearing a blue uniform with the information and contact number of a real estate company printed on the front and back of his clothes.
Wang Cheng's heart skipped a beat, but he looked confused: "Little brother, what do you mean?"
Rong Yuan ignored him, turned to the girl and said, "I saw him take something from your pocket."
Wang Cheng's face changed and he shouted, "What nonsense are you talking about? Don't talk nonsense at such a young age! I tell you, I'm not someone you can easily mess with." As he spoke, he was about to push Rong Yuan with a fierce look in his eyes.
An ordinary middle school student might be frightened by his sudden angry and ferocious look, but Rong Yuan moved sideways with an indifferent expression, not only avoiding Wang Cheng's fist, but also making him stagger, and then kicked him hard in the knee. Wang Cheng fell down uncontrollably, and at the same time, a golden mobile phone slipped out of his sleeve with a pink kitten pendant on it.
When the girl heard Rong Yuan's words, she checked her coat pockets and shouted in panic, "Ah! My phone is gone!!" Then she saw the phone sliding on the ground and shouted again, "Oh! My phone!"
The sharp-eyed onlookers have already noticed that it is the premium version of a new mobile phone launched by Orange Corporation, with a market price of nearly 10,000 yuan.
Wang Cheng rushed forward and grabbed the phone, then covered his head and pushed through the crowd and ran. But how could Rong Yuan just watch the merit points that were about to be obtained slip away? Wang Cheng ran a few meters before he felt a hard hit on his back, almost making him spit out blood. He supported himself with his hands and climbed up and continued to run staggeringly. The person who hit him also rolled on the ground twice, but immediately got up and rushed to him and gave him an uppercut.
When Wang Cheng fell backwards, he bit his tongue and a mouthful of hot blood spurted out. Looking at the glaring lights above, a thought flashed through his mind: Damn, isn't this just a heroic act? Don't you know when to stop? Is it really necessary to be so cruel? What kind of hatred or grudge is this...
Bang!
His body weighing 160 to 170 kilograms fell to the ground, and the coat he had been holding fell apart, and more than a dozen wallets and cell phones bounced all over the floor.
The crowd was in uproar. The sound of mobile phone cameras clicking filled the air, and several police officers who had been alarmed long ago parted the crowd and came over.
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"Hahaha, it's as it should be, it's police-civilian cooperation!" The principal of No. 1 Middle School smiled brightly and said to the police who came to give him a letter of praise: "The students in our school not only have good grades, but also good character and morals. Take our Rongyuan for example, not only does he always get first place in the exam, but he also respects teachers, unites classmates, and is eager to help anyone in need. Today's society needs such young people! So the teaching philosophy of our No. 1 Middle School is to educate children to develop in an all-round way morally, intellectually, physically, aesthetically and labor-intensively! Those rumors that our school students have high scores but low abilities are all rumors! They are individual phenomena!"
After the police left, the principal criticized Rong Yuan with a stern face: "You are still a student, you should focus on your studies! You should also do what you can to help others. If you see such things in the future, just call the police! Don't rush in yourself! Otherwise, if the criminals commit crimes, what will you do if something happens? You are still young and have a bright future. Don't let yourself regret it for the rest of your life!"
After the principal, the head teacher and the teachers of each subject talked to Rong Yuan in turn. The main purpose was to praise him openly and criticize him secretly. Justice is a good thing, but it takes money to maintain justice! Children should do what children should do, such as studying.
The head teacher also asked him if he had any difficulties in life regarding the flyer distribution, and if necessary, he could apply for a scholarship from the school, or he could borrow some money. Rong Yuan expressed his gratitude, but then firmly refused, claiming that he just wanted to exercise.
The head teacher knew how stubborn his student was, so he tried to comfort him with a few words, but seeing that he was persistent, he stopped talking and sighed secretly in his heart, feeling more sympathy and pity.
When the flag was raised on Monday morning, the vice-principal read aloud the letter of praise sent by the railway station police. After promoting positive social energy, he emphasized that although this is correct, students should still focus on their studies and should not be the first to resolve any injustice. They should find adults (such as the police and teachers) to resolve the issue. They should not be impulsive and should be wise, have methods, strategies, etc.
The whole school was in an uproar. Rong Yuan was a well-known celebrity before, but in the past two days, everyone seemed to know him for the first time. Not only did students from other classes lean on the windows to watch, but even students from his class secretly watched during class. Fortunately, he had a cold face and the aura of being the top student in the grade to protect him, so no one dared to really discuss it in front of him.
Rong Yuan had anticipated the current situation before he took action. Although he didn't want anyone to discover the "Book of Merits", he didn't intend to keep a low profile or play the pig to eat the tiger. Being high-profile, flamboyant, and dazzlingly excellent, gaining recognition and positive evaluation from the society as a whole, this is a better protective color for what he is doing now.
As usual, he fed stray cats and dogs to earn more than 100 merit points, and then went to the fitness square to exercise for an hour. Rong Yuan returned home and frowned when he looked at the bruises on his shoulders and back in the mirror while taking a shower.
He wanted to sign up for a class to learn Sanda, boxing or something, but there were only a few students in the school doing small fights, and classes outside were too expensive. The little money he earned from working was just enough to subsidize his daily living expenses. Now he was in danger of not being able to make ends meet, so he had to think of a legitimate way to make some quick money, otherwise his merit income would be greatly affected.
"Ding-ling-ling..." The phone in the living room, which was almost never used, suddenly rang. Rong Yuan paused. His social circle was narrow, and there were only three or five people who knew this number. He didn't want to pay attention to most of them.
The caller was very persistent. After the first ring turned into a busy tone because no one answered for a long time, he immediately called again, and the whole room was echoing with the shrill ringtone.
Rong Yuan had no choice but to dry himself, wrap himself in a towel and go out to answer the phone. When he looked at the caller ID, it turned out to be one of the people he didn't want to answer.
"...Hello?" The other party didn't speak for a long time, as if they were competing to see who had more patience, so Rong Yuan had no choice but to greet him. He never thought that it made any difference whether one spoke first or last. In his opinion, those who treated this as a contest of victory or defeat were mentally ill.
The cold voice of "Mr. Brain Sick" came from the receiver: "This Friday, come to our house for a simple meal."
"Okay." Rong Yuan said, hung up the phone, and didn't give the other party a chance to speak.
