My name is Chen Shi, and I became a "celebrity" in No. 9 Middle School on the first day of school - not because I was great, but because I was pushed to the ground and stepped on.
I call myself "loading up" because I'm very familiar with getting beaten up when I fail to show off. In the three years of junior high school, I changed to three schools, and each school taught me the same thing: tolerance.
But if you endure it for a long time, people will become numb. I have been numb for so long that I no longer even have the thought of resisting.
Until I met Lao Songzi.
An ordinary dormitory manager of No. 9 Middle School, sixty years old, with a Mediterranean hairstyle, smokes cigarettes, and looks harmless. But it was him who knocked down two high school students with one punch on the day I was beaten the worst.
What I didn't know was that this old man was once the most ruthless person in the southern part of Eucalyptus City.
His name is Song Feiyang. Thirty years ago, he had hundreds of people under his command, and the entire Nancheng belonged to him. Then overnight, everything about him was uprooted, and he hid in No. 9 Middle School and worked as a dormitory supervisor for thirty years.
I also didn't expect that one day, I would stand next to this old man and watch him play a game of chess that he hadn't played in thirty years.
