The campus of Shanghang Arts School was vast, with a total of eight entrances and exits. The west gate served as a shared passage for both pedestrians and vehicles.
Not long after the two took over their shifts and settled into the guardhouse, a black Buick commercial vehicle drove up outside the school gate. Yan Shouyi and Long Feicheng walked out to inquire. The rear window of the commercial vehicle rolled down, and a man in a suit spat out a string of unintelligible gibberish.
"He's speaking Japanese, I think," Yan Shouyi whispered to Long Feicheng. "Do you speak Japanese?"
Long Feicheng pondered for a moment before replying, "Brother Yan, the Japanese in my head is inconvenient to speak."
Yan Shouyi: "..."
"Baka!"
Seeing that the two had not responded for some time, the man couldn't help but curse.
This single word, they understood. Long Feicheng was immediately displeased. He jumped up, grabbed the man's tie, and yanked him outwards. "Baka, you're the baka! This is China, and we won't tolerate a little Jap being arrogant here!"
Yan Shouyi, who always advocated for harmony to generate wealth, did not intervene this time. As a Chinese person, Yan Shouyi possessed the soul of China.
While Long Feicheng was entangled with the man, Brother Wei appeared from goodness knows where. He quickly stepped in to mediate, pulling both parties apart, and then repeatedly apologized to the man in a flurry of unintelligible words. The other party then drove off, grumbling.
Turning back, Brother Wei said speechlessly, "You two are something else. That gentleman just now was our school's Japanese professor. It was his first day teaching today, and you two almost gave him a cerebral hemorrhage with anger."
"Is being a professor impressive? If you hadn't stopped me, Brother Wei, I would have beaten him until he had a cerebral hemorrhage!" Long Feicheng gave the receding commercial vehicle a middle finger.
Seeing this, Brother Wei earnestly advised, "You two are still too young and lack tact. We only earn that little bit of salary each month; it's not worth being so serious."
"That's true," Long Feicheng agreed with Brother Wei's point this time, his anger considerably diminished.
Yan Shouyi asked curiously, "Brother Wei, I didn't realize you could speak Japanese."
"Just a few phrases, and half of them aren't suitable for public utterance," Brother Wei gave Yan Shouyi a knowing look, then shared a knowing smile with Long Feicheng.
Yan Shouyi suddenly realized that Brother Wei might be a thirty-year-old version of Long Feicheng...
"Brother Wei, why are you here?"
"I was afraid you two wouldn't be familiar with the job, so I specifically came to look after you... Have a cigarette!"
Half of the pack of cigarettes Long Feicheng had on him that day was given to Brother Wei. He strongly suspected that Brother Wei was following them to mooch for cigarettes.
Brother Wei, while exhaling smoke, lectured, "To keep this job, the most important thing is to avoid trouble and have some discernment. Those who come and go from Shanghang Arts School are all wealthy and influential. They are people we cannot afford to offend!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Gao Junming surprisingly appeared outside the guardhouse. His plump body almost seemed to burst through the door frame. After finally squeezing in, he said coldly, "I just received a complaint that you two insulted our Japanese foreign teacher. Truly, you're young but daring. If it weren't for your connections, I would have had you pack your bags and leave immediately!"
Brother Wei quickly tried to placate him, speaking on their behalf. "Captain Gao, please don't be angry. They just don't know Japanese and couldn't understand what the foreign teacher was saying."
"Go stand aside. What business is it of yours?"
Gao Junming pushed Brother Wei away, snatched his chair, and sat on it. He then said to Yan Shouyi and the other, "I'm not going anywhere this afternoon. I'll be right here watching and supervising your work. If I find anything you're doing poorly, you two will have it!"
Yan Shouyi sighed. As the saying goes, the lower the rank, the bigger the temper. Gao Junming was clearly coming to assert his authority.
His patience had its limits. If Gao Junming continued to be unreasonable, he had ten thousand ways to ensure Gao Junming wouldn't be able to get out of bed for a week.
At that moment, a Mercedes sports car drove up outside the school. The driver's seat was occupied by a young man wearing sunglasses, and the passenger seat by a sexy girl. The girl's clothing was as revealing as it could possibly be, having omitted almost all the fabric that could be spared.
Gao Junming snorted coldly. Yan Shouyi stood up to register the vehicle. However, as soon as the car window rolled down, Gao Junming hurriedly rushed forward, pushed Yan Shouyi aside, and said with a fawning expression to the driver, "Yo! Isn't this Young Master Wang! What brings you to school today with such leisure?"
The young man driving the car sneered, "You know it's me, and you're still stopping my car?"
Gao Junming's breath hitched. He realized that the young master in the car seemed to be in a bad mood today. Upon closer inspection, he noticed some bruising on his face, indicating he had been slapped.
Who had such audacity to dare slap Young Master Wang??
To avoid offending Young Master Wang, Gao Junming quickly pulled Yan Shouyi forward to use him as a scapegoat. "Heh heh, Young Master Wang, it wasn't me who stopped your car; it was this new, ignorant little security guard! Tsk, what are you standing around for? Apologize to Young Master Wang immediately!"
Yan Shouyi easily broke free from Gao Junming's hand and said with a stern face, "I'm just doing my job. Why should I apologize?"
"You brat, you dare to be defiant? Are you looking for death?" Gao Junming, seeing Yan Shouyi refuse to give him face, was about to erupt.
But at that moment, Young Master Wang in the car noticed Yan Shouyi's appearance. His expression changed drastically, and he quickly got out of the car, shouting, "Brother Yan, what are you doing here?"
Yan Shouyi was taken aback. Did he have any acquaintances at Shanghang Arts School?
Upon closer inspection, he saw it was Wang Kang, the rich second-generation who had demanded he swallow dice at the bar yesterday.
After a night's rest, the swelling on Wang Kang's face had subsided considerably, making it almost invisible with his sunglasses on.
Having caused trouble just last night and now driving a sports car with a girl in the afternoon, the Wang family was, after all, the Wang family. Even stripped of their assets, they could still live quite comfortably.
Yan Shouyi looked at Wang Kang with a half-smile and asked, "You still have this energy?"
Wang Kang immediately realized what Yan Shouyi was referring to and guiltily said, "Even if I can't eat it, I can still enjoy looking at it..."
Yan Shouyi nodded. That night, to punish Wang Kang, Yan Shouyi had cast a curse on him, prohibiting him from consummating his marriage for three years. Seeing Wang Kang with a beautiful woman earlier, he thought the Wang family had found an expert to break his curse.
Wang Kang had tried to test it last night, disbelieving the curse, but indeed, he couldn't get an erection, which caused him to lose sleep all night in regret.
Gao Junming, standing nearby, was somewhat stunned. How could the usually arrogant and overbearing Young Master Wang be as meek as a little follower in front of Yan Shouyi, a mere security guard?
Gao Junming's expression at this moment could be fully described by one sentence: I don't know, and I don't dare to ask!
In Yan Shouyi's eyes, Wang Kang was not an irredeemable villain. Therefore, after punishing him last night, Yan Shouyi had completely put their past grievances behind him. Seeing Wang Kang again now, his attitude was that of seeing a stranger; he did not resist speaking with Wang Kang.
Wang Kang said very humbly to Yan Shouyi, "Brother Yan, although I don't know what you're up to, in the future, if you need anything at Shanghang Arts School, just ask me. If anyone dares to bully you, tell me, and I guarantee they'll regret it!"
Knowing the terrifying background of Yan Shouyi, Wang Kang dared not harbor any resentment towards him now. He was even trying his best to butter him up.
If he could curry favor with Yan Shouyi, and Yan Shouyi removed the curse, he could regain the joys of being a man sooner.
Let alone buttering him up; if Yan Shouyi asked him to call him "Dad" right now, Wang Kang would do it without hesitation!
"The school is a place for teaching and nurturing people. Where are there so many fights? Just study properly; the rest has nothing to do with you," Yan Shouyi said faintly.
"Yes, yes, yes, you're right. Then I won't bother you. I'll go study properly now!"
In front of Yan Shouyi, Wang Kang didn't even dare to squeak. He quickly got back into the car, preparing to drive into the school for class.
As soon as he sat in the car, Wang Kang seemed to remember something. He immediately said to the beauty beside him, "You're not a student at our school. Get out quickly and go back where you came from!"
The beauty was dumbfounded. "Young Master Wang, didn't you say you wanted to bring me into Shanghang Arts School to play cosplay?"
"Play your mother! Get lost! I am a serious student!"
One had to say, Wang Kang was quite something. After driving the beauty out of the car, he began reciting high school texts while driving towards the teaching building.
This scene left Gao Junming dumbfounded. It was the first time he had ever seen Wang Kang go to the teaching building.
After Wang Kang left, Gao Junming stood beside Yan Shouyi, speechless for a long time.
He had initially thought Yan Shouyi was just some poor relative of a school leader from the countryside, but who knew this kid's background was so formidable!
He had truly kicked an iron plate this time!
"Little, Little Yan!" Gao Junming forced a smile and said to Yan Shouyi, "I find the gatekeeping job doesn't suit you. How about you two go back and rest for a while? Tonight, you can check the girls' dormitories?"
Seeing Gao Junming's terrified demeanor, Yan Shouyi felt a bit embarrassed. He smiled and said, "It's fine, I'll sit here for a bit longer."
Gao Junming dared not make a sound. At this point, he didn't know whether to leave or stay; he could only obediently stay by Yan Shouyi's side.
Before they could even return to the guardhouse, another BMW drove up. Yan Shouyi blocked the car with a form and was about to inquire when someone from the car spoke:
"Brother Yan?!"