CHAPTER 229: CHAPTER 229 ZHAN TIAN STUDY GROUP

Ah. In that instant, Yuan Dapeng had a sudden realization.

Becoming a gang leader, part of what seemed like a cool and passionate crew, wasn’t such a great choice after all. No matter how successful you were, in front of the Protectors, you were still no better than a mouse seeing a cat. Utterly obedient.

But being a Protector was different! They were just as cool and stylish!

In an instant, a thought took root and started to sprout in everyone’s mind! This was exactly what Xia Liang wanted to see—an expression that said *these kids are teachable*.

"Disband? There’s no need for that."

"No need to disband?"

Everyone was confused all over again.

What is this Protector trying to do? What does he want?

Seeing the look in their eyes, Xia Liang understood their confusion. He didn’t keep them in suspense and said directly, "From now on, your Zhan Tian Gang can continue to exist. You don’t have to disband, but you will have to change the name. You’ll be called the Zhan Tian Study Group!"

...

Everyone was dumbfounded. A perfectly good gang had suddenly been turned into a study group. In their eyes, it was a humiliating change. They all looked at each other, momentarily speechless.

"What? Anyone have a problem with that?" he asked.

Feeling the icy aura radiating from Xia Liang, no one dared to object.

"No, no!"

"I think the Zhan Tian Study Group is a great name!"

"I agree! From now on, I’m the Guardian of the Zhan Tian Study Group!"

...

Only then did Xia Liang nod in satisfaction.

As he watched Xia Liang dictate terms while they could only listen obediently, Yuan Dapeng was filled with envy.

If only I could be like him, he thought. To become a Protector.

He imagined himself as a Protector, scolding the very gang leaders he used to admire while they stood before him, not daring to utter a single word.

Xia Liang continued his lecture.

"This is for your own good! You can help each other out, improve your studies, and make your parents see you in a new light! Don’t you want to see the shocked expressions on your parents’ and teachers’ faces? They think you’re a lost cause, so prove them wrong! Isn’t that more satisfying than just trying to one-up your friends?"

The lecture continued, and Yuan Dapeng’s heart pounded with excitement.

That’s right! Why can’t I just prove them wrong with my actions? Weren’t they the ones who called me the trash of society? Buddha fights for a stick of incense; a man fights for his pride!

At that moment, the goals of many of the youths began to shift.

It must be said, this is just how teenagers are. Sometimes, personal experience is far more effective than any lecture. Besides, what they heard from some teachers and parents wasn’t a lecture—it was mockery. They were called trash. So, the kids simply gave up and adopted the attitude of, "You say I’m society’s trash? Fine, I’ll show you just how trash I can be!"

Now, Xia Liang’s words were like a sudden, profound enlightenment.

Why should we give up on ourselves? I want to become a Protector! I’ll prove it to them! But to become a Protector, you have to go to a Protector university! That means you need good grades! Isn’t this perfect? I can do it! My parents and teachers all think I’m a lost cause, but I can make them see me in a new light! I’ll show them they were just blind before! They misjudged me! I’ll rub it in their faces! Sometimes, all a person needs is a goal to strive for, even if it’s a small one!

"DING! Congratulations to the Host for completing the hidden mission: Lecture the Young Punks.

Mission Reward: 20 Work Points, one luxury yacht (valued at 500 yuan), delivered to Qingyun Sea Pier."

Huh? Seeing the reward notification, Xia Liang stopped his lecture. Knowing your mistakes and correcting them is the greatest virtue. I didn’t expect it to actually work!

Xia Liang’s gaze toward Yuan Dapeng softened slightly. He patted his shoulder.

"Not bad! I have high hopes for you all. Now, get going!"

With that, he unlocked the handcuffs. Having convinced them, Xia Liang prepared to leave.

The group of ambitious youths nodded fiercely.

"We won’t let you down!"

With those words, the young punks revved their Ghostfire bikes and sped away.

Xia Liang only turned to leave then. To be honest, if it weren’t for the System mission, he wouldn’t have wanted to get involved. Still, setting a group of young punks straight felt pretty good.

However, he had just accepted a delivery order. As he was about to head back to his car, a voice called out.

"Well, well, if it isn’t the same loser from before?"

Hearing the somewhat familiar voice, Xia Liang looked up and saw a woman sitting on the hood of his Aston Martin.

"You?" Xia Liang raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "What, didn’t get scolded enough just now?"

This was the same poser from the milk tea shop, the one Xia Liang had scolded until she ran off. This time, she was alone; the sweet-looking girl wasn’t with her.

Lisa was infuriated by Xia Liang’s sarcastic words. She felt like she could never win an argument against him.

But if I start cursing, won’t I look like a common shrew? And what if the owner of this luxury car shows up? Wouldn’t that ruin his impression of me?

Thinking this, she forcefully suppressed the urge to get into a shouting match with Xia Liang.

Don’t get angry, don’t get angry, Lisa coached herself. I’m a woman with class. I’m about to pick up a rich guy! But first, I need to let off some steam!

Instantly, Lisa casually slapped the hood of the Aston Martin and looked at Xia Liang with a mocking expression.

"A loser is a loser. All talk."

A smug smile spread across Lisa’s lips.

"A poor loser like you will always be a stinking delivery boy, forever at the bottom of society. We’re not in the same league."

While ridiculing Xia Liang, Lisa self-satisfyingly flipped her hair. Her confidence was so immense, she might as well have pointed at his nose and shouted, "You’re broke! You’re trash! Besides being handsome, you have nothing!"

Xia Liang found this hilarious. He said playfully, "Heh, so you’re saying you’re high-class?"

Lisa didn’t catch his subtext. After all, "class" or "grade" is usually for products.

With a proud look, she shifted her posture, planting her feet on the front of the Aston Martin as she spoke to Xia Liang.

"Of course. See this? My daddy bought it for me. It wasn’t even expensive, just 4.5 million yuan. But a loser like you could never afford it in your entire life."

Lisa felt a wave of relief. She had originally just planned to take a few pictures with this cool car to post online, but then she ran into this loser again. A brilliant idea struck her: why not use this sports car to mock him? She wasn’t afraid of being exposed. In her mind, the owner of a car like this must be a true gentleman. Even if he showed up, surely he wouldn’t be so cruel as to expose a beautiful woman and make her lose face, right?

"What? Your dad gave you this car?"

Xia Liang’s expression became even more amused.

Well, well. I have a daughter out of the blue. Does that make me an instant dad?

COUGH. COUGH.

No, let’s not go there. If I really had a daughter like that, I’d rather have just finished on the wall back then.