Classmate, Do You Have Any Objections to Me?

In order to earn some extra money during the summer vacation when Jiang Linzhou was in high school, he worked part-time as a teaching assistant at a nearby dance studio. One night on his way to get off work, as he passed through an alley, a man came straight towards him with a stick. Because the dusk was too dark, he couldn't see his facial features clearly. The moment the stick hit his leg, a young man rushed over in time, kicked him to the ground, and pulled Jiang Linzhou out of the alley. The next day, Jiang Linzhou just set out from home. When he opened the door, he saw the boy from last night standing at the door, smiling broadly. "Let me introduce you, my name is Ding Song." Jiang Linzhou was just about to say thank you for what happened yesterday, when Ding Song said to him in a tone of taking credit: "I have asked my family to check your dance studio. Don't worry, it will be closed soon, so you don't have to go there in the future." Jiang Linzhou thought about how the part-time job and salary he had received had disappeared inexplicably. He suppressed the thank you on his lips, glared at Ding Song, gritted his back molars, grabbed his collar, and spoke in a frighteningly cold tone. "Classmate, do you have any problem with me?" — Students at Huada High School all knew that Jiang Linzhou and Ding Song had a grudge, but they didn't expect that they would be assigned to the same class. The students in the class watched the two men carrying tables and chairs into the classroom one after another, holding their breaths and holding their voices, thinking that the war was about to break out, but they did not expect... Ding Song: "Jiang Linzhou, do you want to fetch water? I can bring you some on the way?" Ding Song: "Jiang Linzhou, are you going to the canteen today?" Ding Song: "Jiang Linzhou, did you sprain yourself from dancing? I brought you a plaster." … Even Jiang Linzhou himself felt baffled. He turned his head and said with an angry tone: "What, you want to apologize to me?" Ding Song spread his hands: "No, I didn't do anything wrong. Why should I apologize?" Jiang Linzhou rolled his eyes: "Get lost." Purpose: Since ancient times, fame belongs to young people