Are You Here to Apologize to Me?

At the edge of the basketball court, Qin Yang was sitting on a long bench while leaning against the back of the chair. He was quietly listening to the English audio lessons on his phone with his earphones.

Right in front of Qin Yang, Sun Xiaodong was wearing a basketball jersey and running around the court with his friends. His every movement showed off his muscles, sweat, and heated passion.

Qin Yang had been dragged here by Sun Xiaodong. Since there were no classes this afternoon, he had originally planned to listen to some English while lying on his bed back in the dorm. But Sun Xiaodong had persuaded Qin Yang to play basketball with him, saying that Qin Yang's height would be a waste if he did not play basketball. Qin Yang had initially refused, but in the end, he had no other choice and was dragged out of the dorm. Well, he needed to get some fresh air anyways. 

Either way, he was only planning to listen to some audio lessons; with a pair of earphones, he could do it no matter where he was, even if he was in a loud and busy city center, so being at the basketball court would not affect him at all.

It was not that Qin Yang did not like playing basketball; but for him, basketball was just too easy. With his body's explosive power and strong jumping strength, coupled with his terrifying control of the basketball, the supposedly fierce and competitive game had become boring to him.

If Qin Yang were to join in the game, there was probably no need for anyone else to play.

It had been a few days since school had begun, and Qin Yang had gradually adapted to the routine. There were no longer any guns and rains of bullets, and no more dangerous and powerful enemies. Here, there was only a peaceful and comfortable life filled with young and energetic college students.

Obviously the English major was centered around studying the English language and improving one's proficiency in English to that of a professional level. Since Qin Yang's foundation was too weak, he was under great pressure in his classes. Although the teacher would sometimes explain it in Chinese, it was still a little difficult for him to comprehend the lessons.

Fortunately, university studies gave the students a lot of freedom, and there weren't a lot of exams and quizzes, which meant that Qin Yang still had a lot of time to catch up before the finals. And since he had received special training, his memory was much better than normal people, so it was still doable if he focused and studied.

A group of people walked by the concrete road beside the basketball court. Suddenly, one of them stopped and glanced at Qin Yang who was leaning against the bench. He whispered, "Brother An, look there."

"Huh?"

Liu An, who was behind a lanky youth with spectacles, turned around and asked, "What's the matter?"

One of them pointed his chin at Qin Yang, who was not too far away, and whispered, "It's that kid, Qin Yang..."

Liu An's brow slightly twitched, and a wave of resentment flashed in his eyes. His expression was a little hesitant, but in the end, he turned away while gritting his teeth. "Just ignore him, let's go!"

The youth with the spectacles turned around and noticed the changing expression on Liu An's face. Following Liu An's eyes, he saw Qin Yang, who was quietly sitting on the bench, and curiously asked, "What's wrong? He did something to you?"

Liu An said, "A few days earlier during the freshman registration, I bumped into him at Bar 838 and was beaten up by him."

"A freshman?" The youth turned around and unscrupulously stared at Qin Yang from head to toe.

Liu An was a little embarrassed. However, since the youth had asked, he had no choice but to shamefully answer, "Yes, English major."

The youth narrowed his eyes and pushed his glasses upwards. "So he's a freshman, that's interesting. Was it one on one? Or a group fight?"

Liu An became even more embarrassed. "There were five of us, and he was alone. We also used knives... this kid can fight."

The youth's eyes instantly lit up. "What's his background?"

Liu An shook his head. "Not too sure, I only know that he came to the university from Yanjing by train."

The youth glanced back at Liu An, and the corner of his mouth slightly pursed, "What? You're just planning to let it go?"

Liu An smiled bitterly and nodded, "With my current strength, I'm not his opponent."

The youth suddenly reached out and patted Liu An on the shoulder. "You've been following me and have worked for me several times. Now that you've encountered trouble, I, Zhang Kun, will not pretend that nothing has happened. Come, let's go and see what's up with him."

Liu An's eyes lit up, but he immediately became uneasy. "Brother Kun, this is my personal problem, you..."

The youth with the spectacles, Zhang Kun, shook his head and stopped Liu An from speaking, then turned and walked straight toward Qin Yang. Liu An could only follow behind him, but deep inside, he was filled with overwhelming excitement.

Although Liu An also had a group of underlings with him, compared to Zhang Kun, he was only a small leader in a gang at most, often helping Zhang Kun with small errands and dealing with the miscellaneous and dirty matters. He was a nobody in front of Zhang Kun.

In this world, wealthy and powerful people would always have enough people to run these errands for them. Therefore, he wasn't even qualified to ask Zhang Kun for help. Of course, it was a different matter now as Zhang Kun himself had willingly taken the initiative to avenge him.

Qin Yang was quietly listening to the English audio lesson with his eyes closed when he suddenly heard footsteps coming toward him. All of a sudden, the footsteps abruptly stopped in front of him.

Qin Yang opened his eyes and saw a lanky young man in his early twenties with glasses standing in front of him, looking down at him condescendingly.

Qin Yang looked past the lanky young man and spotted Liu An beside him. His eyes suddenly narrowed slightly.

'Wasn't this the guy at the bar who had wanted to help Zhang Bin?'

"My name is Zhang Kun, a silver-grade member of the Dragon Club. Liu An is under me..."

'Dragon Club?'

'Isn't that one of the two largest elite student societies at Zhonghai University that He Tianfeng had mentioned? It was said that all the members of the club were either those with rich and powerful family backgrounds or students who had outstanding abilities.'

'Silver-grade member?'

'This should be a membership level, right?'

'There's silver, which means that there should also be gold, or bronze, and maybe also platinum?'

Qin Yang turned his gaze back to Zhang Kun's face. The young man was in his early twenties, wearing a pair of black-framed spectacles. He looked rather gentle and graceful, but his eyes were filled with undisguised arrogance - so much so that it seemed as if he were looking down at everyone.

Qin Yang pointed at Liu An. "You mean him?"

Zhang Kun nodded and replied, "Yes, I just heard that you had a conflict with him at Bar 838 a few days ago and beat them up..."

Qin Yang was still sitting on the bench, as steady as a mountain. He had no plans of standing up as he calmly asked, "Well, that's true. What, as their leader, you're here to apologize to me?"

'Apologize?'

'What the hell?'

Zhang Kun and his followers behind him were all stunned. Then, when they finally understood what had happened, their eyes steamed with fury.

'Kid, what's with your attitude?'

'Do you know who you are talking to?'

'Are you looking for trouble?'

Zhang Kun's eyes also turned ice-cold, but it swiftly disappeared. He continued staring at Qin Yang and suddenly, a smile appeared on his face.

"You're interesting; I heard that you're good at fighting?"

Qin Yang smiled and bluntly replied, "It depends on who I'm being compared to."

Standing beside Zhang Kun, Liu An's expression changed, and his eyes became angry and hostile.

'Damn it, who you're compared to?'

'Are you saying that we're all rubbish?'