Chapter 17: The Prophetic Emperor! Wu Electric Eel of Spring Breeze High!
Page 1 of 3
“Why so quiet? Too happy to know what to say?”
Seeing Fang Yifan reduced to speechlessness, his mind apparently reeling, He Chen turned Fang Yifan’s earlier boast back on him.
“What happened to the Spring Breeze Middle School Electric Eel? The Prophecy Emperor Who Makes the Whole Hall Laugh? The Witty and Hilarious Little Prince? Perk up. Don’t embarrass yourself!”
He Chen cycled through several nicknames in succession.
In his eyes, Fang Yifan was no Great Sage Equal to Heaven causing havoc in Heaven.
He had better not insult the Great Sage Equal to Heaven.
Someone like Fang Yifan was not even worthy of being the Destined One from Black Myth: Wukong.
Besides, Fang Yifan did not usually call himself the Great Sage Equal to Heaven. He called himself the Spring Breeze Middle School Electric Eel.
That was right.
Although it was only 2011 and, strictly speaking, the Electric Eel had yet to officially return to the country and rise to fame, He Chen had long since stopped worrying about the timeline.
After all, if everything truly followed the original timeline, Yuan Hua and Qiu Ya could not possibly exist yet.
In this composite world where films and television dramas had all been thrown into one pot, the timeline had adjusted itself automatically. The current reality was what mattered, and He Chen had long grown accustomed to it.
So the Electric Eel already existed, and he had become Fang Yifan’s idol.
With Fang Yifan’s long face, claiming to resemble the plain-looking Louis Koo would have been impossible. Putting aside what other people thought, Fang Yifan himself would never have been able to say it with a straight face that he was the Louis Koo of Spring Breeze Middle School.
Once Fang Yifan began calling himself that, however, He Chen found it amusing.
It had a distinct flavor of prophetic foresight.
The Electric Eel had ultimately ended up behind bars. If things went badly this time, the father of the Spring Breeze Middle School Electric Eel might be sent in for a rehearsal first.
In both cases, the cause was the same: a peculiar hobby that involved knowingly breaking the law.
“Are you insane?” Fang Yifan came back to himself and roared at He Chen.
They were classmates, merely fooling around and trading blows. Did he really have to take things this far?
The worst part was that the person dragged into it this time was his most beloved father.
Page 1 of 3
Page 2 of 3
Sons were generally closer to their mothers, but unfortunately, Fang Yifan had a mother with a fiery temper, while his father was soft and mild, more like the mother in the traditional sense. As a result, he had always been able to talk to his father about anything.
Naturally, he could not stand by and watch his father get dragged into this. It was humiliating enough, and once they got home, his mother would certainly scold and nag him.
That was right.
He did not believe there was really any problem, nor did he believe his father would be arrested over something like this. It was only a turtle, after all.
“Do you think this is child’s play?” He Chen sneered. “Everyone has a duty to report illegal activity. You’re the son of someone who works in legal affairs, yet you don’t even possess the most basic awareness of the law.
“Since your father failed to teach you by word and example, I, as your schoolmate, will gladly take it upon myself to educate you properly.
“That way, you won’t remain so ignorant of the law and go on to commit even more serious offenses. Otherwise, you’ll really end up behind bars, working a sewing machine!”
Fang Yifan was so enraged that his temper flared. He charged forward again, intending to get physical, but the other students hurriedly restrained him. Someone had already dashed off to inform the teacher.
At the college entrance examination information fair, the principal personally accompanied Ji Yangyang’s father, explaining everything and introducing Spring Breeze Middle School’s proud traditional program. Ji Yangyang’s father listened while nodding from time to time and exchanging the usual polite remarks.
Suddenly, a chubby face squeezed its way over and greeted Ji Yangyang’s father. The principal nearly stepped in at once to send him away, but when he saw that the two men actually knew each other, he remained silent at the side, keeping his eyes on Ji Yangyang’s father and preparing to intervene at any moment.
“Shengli, it’s been ages! It’s me, Fang Yuan—Yuan Yuan!”
“Oh, Yuan Yuan! Where did you suddenly spring from? Do you teach here?”
“My son studies here.”
After exchanging a few pleasantries, the principal saw that they were saying nothing of substance and immediately interrupted, escorting Ji Yangyang’s father away and leaving Fang Yifan’s father behind to savor the encounter.
Fang Yifan’s mother, Tong Wenjie, walked over at that moment and said in surprise, “You really know him?”
“Of course I do!” Fang Yifan’s father, Fang Yuan, said smugly. “What’s a district chief? If I happen to run into the mayor one day and we reminisce, perhaps we’ll turn out to be distant relatives too!”
“They call you fat, and you start wheezing with pride!” Tong Wenjie teased with a laugh. “He merely gave you a polite greeting. He was neither warm nor cold. What use is knowing him?”
“Neither warm nor cold?” Fang Yuan only realized it belatedly, but he quickly tossed the matter aside and sighed. “Time really flies. He didn’t even recognize me anymore, and now he’s become a powerful district chief.
“Back then, we were childhood friends. I had good grades and got into the University of Political Science and Law on my first attempt, while he failed and only got in after repeating a year.
“We ended up one year apart, and gradually lost touch.”
Page 2 of 3
Page 3 of 3
“And now the difference between us is enormous. He’s a powerful district chief, while I’m merely a minor legal-affairs section chief who couldn’t even pass the bar exam.”
“What’s wrong with being a minor section chief? I like you just the way you are. I like how you have no ambition.”
The husband and wife were still joking when Iron Rod Li hurried over in a panic.
“Fang Yifan’s parents, come with me!”
“Teacher Li, what happened?” Tong Wenjie immediately felt her heart sink.
She knew exactly what kind of son she had. The school year had only been underway for twenty-four hours, and he had already caused so much trouble.
These days, every time a teacher summoned her, she developed a headache.
Iron Rod Li waved for them to follow. He also called for Ruan Lu, then led them out of the college entrance examination information fair. Only after that did he explain the situation while guiding them toward the teachers’ office.
“Call the police?!” Unlike Ruan Lu’s calmness, both Tong Wenjie and Fang Yuan were badly startled.
Tong Wenjie immediately complained to her husband, then glared angrily at the composed Ruan Lu.
“Mr. and Mrs. He, your son has gone too far! We’re all classmates—was it really necessary to be so serious about this? He was already excessively violent when he hit someone before, and now he’s gone even further. How can you call the police over this?”
“Why shouldn’t we call the police?” Ruan Lu replied evenly. “When one witnesses unlawful conduct, reporting it is every citizen’s duty. I find that very reassuring.”
“This isn’t the time to discuss that!” Iron Rod Li hurriedly tried to stop them. “Mr. Fang, you need to think carefully. Did you buy and sell a genuine protected golden coin turtle?”
“I…” Fang Yuan was rendered speechless.
Could he say no?
When he had previously asked his son to deliver it to the teacher, he had repeatedly reminded him to tell the teacher that it was a genuine golden coin turtle.
“What do you mean, ‘I’?” Tong Wenjie was not a legal professional like her husband, but she was still a so-called career elite and immediately seized upon the key point. “I told you ages ago not to let your hobbies distract you from your work, but you wouldn’t listen. You’re mediocre, yet your addiction is enormous. Now you’ve misjudged it and been publicly humiliated, haven’t you? You couldn’t even tell whether it was a genuine golden coin turtle and got the whole thing wrong. What can you do properly? No wonder you still haven’t managed to pass the bar exam!”
Fang Yuan’s chubby face shifted through a succession of expressions.
He knew his wife meant well. She was reminding him to distance himself from the legal liability first. But moments ago, she had praised his lack of ambition and said she liked him that way. Now she had effortlessly delivered a statement that completely contradicted herself.
He no longer knew which version reflected her true feelings…
Page 3 of 3