The enraged adolescent roared, eyes widened, glaring fiercely at Chongzong, anger evident in his gaze once again.
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His pupils were even trembling.
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Clearly, this name, this girl, meant a great deal to him.
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Just hearing this name from Chongzong already had him shaken.
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"...Hit a nerve, haven't I?" (Chongzong)
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Chongzong was not surprised by the adolescent's reaction.
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Rather, he was expecting this kind of response from him.
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Chongzong looked calmly at the adolescent, waiting for him to approach.
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"Since you value her so much, why don't you face this issue squarely?" (Chongzong)
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"Or do you think you're still young and can deal with it later?" (Chongzong)
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"You're just avoiding it." (Chongzong)
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Chongzong spoke clearly, with a low volume but great weight in his words.
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He was deliberately provoking the adolescent, hoping he would come forward.
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Chongzong could see clearly that the adolescent was trembling with anger, but he did not charge forward.
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The reason was simple: anger, but also helplessness and powerlessness, unable to do anything except be angry.
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——Am I not the same?
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Despite being provocative towards others, Chongzong found himself struck by his own words.
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Chongzong knew why he treated this adolescent in such a manner, why he was so fixated on him.
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In this adolescent, he saw his own helplessness.
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——I am truly despicable.
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"...You're insane!" (Adolescent)
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After a few minutes, the adolescent didn't charge forward, he just shouted angrily once and then turned and walked away again.
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This is reality; with not just hot-blooded courage, one cannot overcome the fear weaklings have towards the strong.
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Submission, compromise, escape, are more likely to happen in most cases.
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"Hey, don't you want this photo?" (Chongzong)
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Chongzong wasn't worried in the least that the adolescent would flee because he still had the trump card of the photo in his hands.
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Sure enough, as soon as he spoke, the adolescent who was about to walk away stopped.
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This time, the adolescent not only stopped.
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Although his body was hurting all over, he resolutely turned around, ran towards Chongzong!
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"Give it back to me!!!" (Adolescent)
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The adolescent roared as he ran.
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——This is youth.
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Chongzong thought to himself as he watched the adolescent charging at him.
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No matter how rational, or patient one is, there are always principles and areas where one cannot retreat.
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Life would be too dull without those.
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——But I'm not planning on getting hit either.
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Chongzong easily dodged the adolescent's wild swinging fists and tripped him with a foot.
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Losing his balance, and with the momentum of the charge, the whole person flew out and fell flat on the ground, fainting again.
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——With such a fragile body, it's not suitable for getting involved with the underworld.
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Chongzong casually walked over to the adolescent, crouched down beside him, put the photo in the teenager's breast pocket, and silently left.
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——Go home.
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——This sudden return to my alma mater, not without gains.
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——At least, a clearer understanding of oneself.
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Glancing at the time, it was already close to dinner at home, so Chongzong decided to take the bus back.
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Otherwise, if he hadn't returned home by mealtime for no reason, Yukino would be angry.
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For some reason, Chongzong's mood was much clearer at this moment.
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However, at the bus station, Chongzong encountered an unexpected person.
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"Long time no see, Chongzong Uesugi." (???)
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Being called by both his surname and given name like this was quite rare.
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The man who suddenly appeared in front of Chongzong was very unexpected, and Chongzong couldn't guess his intentions.
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This man was approximately eighteen years old, about six feet tall, wearing a fitted navy blue shirt and casual light gray trousers, with sharp facial features, deep and piercing eyes, and a long black braid tied behind his head.
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Chongzong couldn't remember when he had last met him.
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"Long time no see, Mr. Tang." (Chongzong)
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He was Tang Mingtuo.
