Chapter 6: Linghu Chong II 5

  Bang!

  Linghu Cong slammed his hand on the table: "Damn it, stop bullshitting! A few votes and you're all like this. The people of Song Dynasty are all self-destructing, fighting every day, and eventually they'll be destroyed by Mongolia! Don't tell me about fairness or democracy, I don't care, the first draw is invalid, I'll do another draw, and we'll settle it with one more draw!"

  The surroundings quieted down for a moment, and Liang Fa said: "You're wrong about that probability."

  "Can't you just draw a lottery first?" Linghu Cong's words shut up Liang Fa. He no longer cared about the people around him, tore off a piece of paper, wrote a note, and then crumpled it into a ball. At this time, Linghu Cong really stirred up some ferocity, and every time he looked at the paper slip, his eyes scanned around with a bit of sharpness.

  But Liang Fa couldn't help it, he was blocked by Linghu Cong's words and his anger grew. For someone like Liang Fa, face was more important than that ticket.

  Linghu Cong had finished drawing the lots and pushed the paper box in front of Liang Fa, who didn't draw. Liang Fa asked: "Why do nineteen boys get three votes, and ten girls also get three votes?"

  Lauderno also nodded: "Right, right, it should be four boys and two girls."

  Shi Dai Zi said: "It's best for everyone to draw lots together, girls can't be separated."

  "So you still can't draw again, go get the girls' votes back and draw together."

  "How dare you guys say that?" Linghu Cong cried with laughter, "If any of you think it's unfair, go ask the girl yourself. You can beat me to death, I won't go."

  "You're the class monitor, you're in charge of distributing the tickets, if you don't go, who will?" asked Liang Fa.

  "Then I'm the class leader, and that's how I'll divide it," Linghu Cong said. "Whether you take it or not is up to you."

  Li Feng casually tossed the paper box that Linghu Chong had made to one side, turned around and headed towards the door: "Who do you think you are? You say how to divide it and then just divide it like that? What makes you listen to him? If you want to draw lots, go play by yourself. Take back the votes, especially the girls' votes. As for dividing the votes, let's talk about it with Old Zhu tomorrow."

  Lao Zhu refers to Zhu Cong, the instructor of their class. In Liang Fa's heart, Linghu Chong was nothing and had no right to stand in a higher position than him pointing fingers. In fact, that was indeed the case, Liang Fa just told him this fact.

  "Yes, yes, yes." A group of idle men threw down Linghu Chong and followed Liang Fa to the outside, "Wait for Old Zhu to decide how to divide it."

  Lieng Fat couldn't help but feel a bit of malicious pleasure at this moment, he glanced at Linghu Cong with disdain from the side of the door: "Who are you?"

  "The fox borrows the tiger's might" suddenly popped into Linghu Cong's mind, bursting through his dazed and confused thoughts. Linghu Cong suddenly realized that others didn't take him seriously at all; he was just a small class leader who had brought it upon himself, doing well was what he should do, and messing up was what he deserved to be scolded for.

  He seemed like a little fox, wearing a tiger skin hat and jumping out. Unfortunately, he was seen by someone with sharp eyes, who saw the small tail hidden behind his back, so they took off his tiger skin hat and hit his head with a rolling pin.

  Liang Fa was the one who hit him on the head. Liang Fa was delighted to have found this opportunity to prick Leng Feng, telling him not to feel too good about himself. Leng Feng wasn't a real tiger, so even if Liang Fa hit him, he couldn't bite back.

  "Who do you think you are?"

  Linghu Cong is nothing.

  Liang Fa was actually right, Linghu Chong didn't have the ability to bite him. However, Liang Fa himself wasn't a fox wearing a tiger's skin hat, he couldn't understand Linghu Chong's feelings at that moment - although he was just an incompetent fox, when the stick hit his head, it would still hurt. Was he supposed to be beaten on the head just because he was an "insignificant" little fox?

  However, countless people in the world hit others without considering other people's feelings, so what Liang Fa did may not be excessive.

  Liang Fa swung open the door and was about to go out when he heard Lin Hu Chung say behind him, "Wait a minute."

  Liang Fa turned his head and saw Linghu Chong take out the three tickets from his pocket. He slapped the table with a loud bang.

  "Take the votes away, you can divide them however you want, go find whoever you want," Linghu Cong scanned around, "I don't want the votes, I won't get involved in this matter."

  Lu Da and Labor De Nuo were stunned. Indeed, Linghu Cong had no right to control them, but he also had no obligation to help the class do things. Originally, both sides left some room for maneuver, now Linghu Cong clapped his hands and shrugged - one clap and two dispersals.

  Li Fang glanced at the corner of his eye on the ticket: "Whoever wants to take care of it will take care of it." He was about to leave.

  Linghu Cong said: "I don't like it."

  Linghu Chong patted his butt and stood up, rubbing against Liang Fa's shoulder as he left, walking even faster than Liang Fa. Several tickets were blown away by the wind from his movement and fell to the ground, but Linghu Chong didn't even glance at them. As Linghu Chong walked out, he gritted his teeth so hard that they could have crushed a grain of iron sand.

  Zhu Cong was knocked out by Linghu Chong who had been flushed out. His first thought was: "Who am I fighting to the death with?"

  Zhu Cong took a careful glance inside the house and saw Yang Kang wielding a shiny broadsword, with everyone in the room standing around him without saying a word. Zhu Cong suddenly felt a murderous aura: "We're done for, how did it turn into a group fight?"

  Zhu Cong had just walked to the door. The school anniversary was approaching, he ran to visit the students in his class, but as soon as he approached the door of Linghu Chong's dormitory, he heard a big commotion inside. According to Zhu Cong's feeling, at this time, the dormitory could be surrounded by so many people, it was either a drunken brawl or a fight over a pig, and the most dangerous thing was the student movement? Just as Zhu Cong was about to listen carefully, he saw Linghu Chong rushing out.

  "Teacher Zhu." Linghu Cong was taken aback for a moment and greeted him.

  "Hey, don't do this! Let's talk it out!" Although Zhu Cong was afraid, he felt that as a senior, he couldn't just stand by and do nothing. He mustered up the courage to step forward and block Leng Qiu in front of him. In Zhu Cong's mind, there was no doubt that Yang Kang had been chasing after Leng Qiu with a sword, and Leng Qiu had escaped from his dormitory.

  Yang Kang didn't have the decency to put down his sword and just walked away. Zhu Cong was really anxious this time, and he also took a step back: "What do you want to do? Linghu Chong, hurry up and leave."

  Yang Kang tossed the chopping board and scallions onto the bookshelf by the door, then beamed a smile at Zhu Cong: "Hey, Teacher Zhu." He leaned halfway out the door to shout: "Hey, Old Second, you forgot your glasses!" Linghu Chong was severely nearsighted, and in his dignified departure earlier, he had forgotten to take his glasses with him.

  He waited for Linghu Chong to finish shouting and went downstairs quickly. Yang Kang then noticed that Zhu Cong looked strange: "Teacher Zhu, you..."

  Looking at Yang Kang's smiling face and spirited eyes, Zhu Cong was somewhat bewildered. He glanced at the board knife on the bookshelf, then looked at Yang Kang again, and finally managed to squeeze out a sentence: "The knife is not bad..."

  Yang Kang suddenly realized and hastily explained: "The eating utensils..."

  Yang Kang thought about it again and still felt that there was a problem with this. Countless heroes and strong men all referred to their treasured swords as "the things they used to eat". So Yang Kang explained: "Actually, it's the thing I use to eat noodles..."

  Yang Kang said, chopping scallions for Zhu Cong to see: "It's used like this." Then he took the knife and compared it to Lu Da's neck: "Not used like that."

  Zhu Cong finally put his heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys at ease. What the instructors feared most was student movements and fights, but unfortunately, there were always heroes in the cafeteria who would fight for half a meter of rice. So when Director Zhang Sanfeng of the Physical Education Research Group suggested opening a Shaolin Long Fist course to promote traditional sports, Teacher Song Yuanqiao immediately disagreed, saying that if all students learned it, do you think the school security team led by Hou Tonghai could still control them? Zhang Sanfeng thought about it and agreed, so he spent many years researching and inventing Tai Chi, which was nominally a slow-fast technique but actually considered campus safety more.

  Zhu Cong finally regained some of his instructor's demeanor. Fang Bu let go, walked slowly to the edge of the table and sat down, saying: "What are you all doing here?"

  "Divide the tickets," said Lu Da You, "everyone is unclear how to divide the school anniversary party tickets."

  Zhu Cong looked around and saw that even Liang Fa, whose eyebrows had flown up to the sky just now, was smiling and nodding: "Yes, let's discuss it."

  "You can just draw lots, drawing lots is simple."

  Lu Da glanced at Liang Fa, who looked left and right, up at the roof and down at the cement floor, but didn't say a word. Meanwhile, Shi Dai Zi covered half of his face with a magazine, only revealing half of it. No one dared to suspect Zhu Cong's idea, for Zhu Cong was indeed a true old tiger.

  "I'm going to draw lots. Nineteen in total, three have it, sixteen don't, everyone just draws one and that's it," said Lu Dayout.

  Everyone around was murmuring, "Draw lots, draw lots." Lu Dahai said, "Alright, alright, let's draw lots." It seemed that no one had any new ideas. Lu Dahai lowered his head to write the lots. The door creaked open and Linghu Chong walked in, seeing everyone being honest and taking turns drawing lots. He touched his glasses on the table, nodded at Zhu Cong, and left.

  The doorway seemed to carry his cold hum.