022 Group Fight Didn’t get to eat the egg-and-bacon sandwich—almost ended up like a boiled turtle—and Zhou Quan’s heart was nearly crushed with frustration. The whole way there, he hung his head low, constantly thinking of how to thoroughly beat up Zhang Yi’s black bear. “Little Ying, wait a moment—I’ll grab something for you.” Unnoticed, the three had drifted over to Lu Yun’s dormitory area. When Lu Xiao Ying heard this, she lifted her head with an “ah,” then turned to leave, clearly eager to reclaim her space in the male-dominated territory. “Wait—just a minute! I’ll be right back!” Lu Yun stopped her, dashed off toward the dorm, and hurriedly handed over all the food he’d been given by Liu’s widow. “Lu Yun, how did you manage to afford these?” Lu Xiao Ying opened the bag, eyes full of surprise and questioning tone. Lu Yun smiled lightly: “Don’t worry about it—these aren’t stolen or stolen, not taken from anyone.” “Oh, I was thinking maybe… Liu’s wife,” Lu Xiao Ying said, but then she immediately realized Zhou Quan was still standing there. Without further hesitation, she pushed the bag back to Lu Yun and said with a pout, “I’m not hungry—keep them for yourself!” Then, without waiting for an explanation, she hurried off. “Xiao Ying…” Zhou Quan stared after her, then stepped forward to take the bag from Lu Yun’s hands, beaming with laughter. “Well, not getting that egg-and-bacon sandwich? Chewing on a few hot sausage sticks is just fine.” He didn’t wait for Lu Yun’s permission—opened the bag and began chewing one of the sausages while saying, “Lu Yun, you’ve been keeping this quiet! You’ve hooked up with our school’s top flower without telling me a word. Not even a hint from you—a true brother-in-arms, I’d say.” Lu Yun shot him an annoyed look: “I’m sorry, Zhou Quan—today I dragged you into the fray. I hope you’re okay.” “Fine,” said Zhou Quan, waving his arm with exaggerated flair as if to show off his recovery from injury, then added sternly, “Even that black bear wanted to hurt me? Well, I’ll make sure to give him a proper thrashing later on!” “Well, we’ve certainly affected his business. Though he’s been rather overbearing—after all, we did have to stand up for ourselves.” Zhou Quan nodded thoughtfully. “So long as he doesn’t come after us, we can just let it go. By the way, Lu Yun—the sausage tastes really good. Would you like one?” “I’ll pass,” said Lu Yun, with a slightly awkward smile. “I’m not hungry.” Then, leaning in, he added with a blush: “Look at Zhang Yi’s wife—her name is Liu Yun, right? She’s so graceful and vivacious—and yet she ends up choosing that rather plain Zhang Yi? I mean, how can such an elegant woman settle for someone so dark and ordinary? That saying ‘the best things have been lost to dogs’ must be true.” Lu Yun glanced at him. Reminiscing about what Liu Yun had said the night before, he felt a sudden urge—wondering whether she truly wanted something more than just friendship. He only hoped the rain would stop soon so that he could find an excuse to go back to the dining hall and see her again. The two awkward young men sat on the ground, quietly discussing the girls around campus—unaware that danger was slowly building up behind them. “Lu Yun, your taste is really off! Among all the female teachers here, I only see one who stands out—the iron-shouldered old lady. Don’t let her strict and serious demeanor fool you—I’ll bet she’s absolutely a dynamo when it comes to the bedroom. Honestly—now I’m practically on fire just thinking about her naked form. I can’t believe I haven’t even gotten to touch her yet!” Zhou Quan countered, his mind filled with vivid images of that iron-shouldered teacher in a full-body glow. Lu Yun just smiled, clearly not willing to debate further. “Lu Yun, Zhou Quan—you two have really been giving me the cold shoulder,” shouted a voice behind them—strong and fierce. Both Lu Yun and Zhou Quan turned around instantly. There, before them, stood Zhou Gao-ren, previously the one who’d been struck down in the fight, now leading a group of fifteen students who charged toward them with energy, like a wild buck in heat. “Hey! You two, just stand there? Don’t even wait until we’ve surrounded you!” Zhou Gao-ren cried out, nearly breathless. “I’ll be darned—do I have to carry you both on my shoulders?” Lu Yun and Zhou Quan exchanged glances at each other—noticing the same mutual thought: they’d better get moving before they were completely overwhelmed. They stood up together and began running toward the headmaster’s office. “Hey, wait!” Zhou Gao-ren shouted after them. “You two just run off like that—what about me?” Zhou Quan turned back to him with a look of contempt: “What kind of person are you? We don’t run—not unless we’re being chased. You’ve got to be kidding.” Lu Yun added, glaring at him, “A real klutz! Bringing such a large crowd just to knock out two freshmen—and now you expect us to do what?” He then paused and said with growing intensity: “If I were you, I’d find a crooked tree and hang myself. That way, you wouldn’t have to waste your mother’s milk.” Lu Yun was especially sharp in his rebukes—his words sent Zhou Gao-ren hopping from one foot to the next, nearly screaming at his colleagues. “A group of useless louts!” he shouted, “Grab them now—I’ll have them held accountable!” The students behind him, however, all silently rolled their eyes. The very idea that they’d let these two freshmen be chased down like this—they’d have already caught them by now if only Zhou Gao-ren hadn’t just acted so clumsy. Lu Yun and Zhou Quan were still young—fresh from high school—and the distance between their dorm and the headmaster’s office was considerable. As they ran, their pace slowed with each passing moment, and soon found themselves being gradually pressed by the growing group behind them. Watching them struggle, both exchanged weary smiles—they knew this fight would be hard to win today. “Why aren’t you running?” Zhou Gao-ren wheezed, pointing at them as he gasped for air. “You two are barely breathing! Just last minute, didn’t you? You’ve got a knife pressed against my neck—how about that?” Lu Yun and Zhou Quan exchanged looks—they couldn’t run any further. Zhou Quan raised his middle finger in the air, tapping it repeatedly in a dramatic motion toward Zhou Gao-ren, then added with pride: “A defeated opponent! Are you ready to engage me in single combat? If not—I’ll make sure you’re lying around with your hands and knees for hours. You’re born from my mother and me, aren’t you?” “Single combat? Pah!” Zhou Gao-ren’s face flushed, his voice growing louder as he waved his arms—his words falling short of the action behind him. “Then let it be! I’ll have those students here move in!” With a gesture, ten or so students immediately stepped forward and began launching punches and kicks at Lu Yun and Zhou Quan. “We’re not going down without a fight,” said Zhou Quan, his body twisting to avoid one kick—he then caught another student by surprise, and the two of them tumbled end-over-end across the ground like rolling barrels. The moment had arrived—what began as an ordinary lunch break had now turned into a full-blown group battle. And so, with Lu Yun and Zhou Quan standing firm amidst the crowd, the drama unfolded—just as it was meant to. "Rural Beauty 022 – Group Fight Update Complete!"