Fu Yang unconsciously released his grip on Ouyang Liuse's arm, looking bewilderedly at Mu Zi, who stood with his hands in his pockets, calmly facing him.
"Do you know who I am?" Fu Yang stepped forward, towering about ten centimeters taller than Mu Zi, looking down at him.
"I just called out your name, did you think I was calling a dog?" Mu Zi replied nonchalantly. His insult, delivered so calmly, was more provocative than any shout or scream.
Predictably, Fu Yang, accustomed to getting what he wanted, was infuriated by the insult from this stranger. His face turned green with anger, his chest heaving with rage. Pointing a trembling finger at Mu Zi, he stuttered, "Kid, are you insulting me?"
Ouyang Liuse, having recovered from her shock, stepped in front of Mu Zi, signaling him to back off, aware of the dangers of provoking someone like Fu Yang.
Ignoring her signals, Mu Zi's hands remained in his pockets, his face breaking into a sincere smile as he said, "Actually, I was insulting a dog."
Enraged, Fu Yang swung his fist towards Mu Zi's face. Mu Zi, anticipating the move, swiftly sidestepped to the front of the Ferrari.
Fu Yang's punch missed its mark, fueling his anger further. As he lunged forward to strike again, he froze mid-motion.
Mu Zi had not retaliated. Instead, his right hand emerged from his pocket, holding a set of keys. He gently pressed the key's tip against the Ferrari's door. A simple twitch of his hand would leave a long, unsightly scratch on the brand-new, expensive car.
"What... what are you planning to do?"
"If you make me feel threatened again, my hand might shake, and your car will get a beautiful arc," Mu Zi said, smiling.
"I dare you..." Fu Yang yelled, about to explode, but then noticed the school principal and other officials approaching rapidly. He restrained his anger, he pointed at Mu Zi: "You'll pay for this! Your days are numbered!" He then stormed into his car, slamming the door, and sped away.
Mu Zi watched the car disappear, murmuring, "Perhaps it's you who won't have good days anymore..."
"What? What did you just say?" Ouyang Liuse asked, puzzled, already holding Mu Zi's arm.
"Oh, nothing, Teacher Ouyang. Let's go to class," Mu Zi said, suddenly aware of their proximity and feeling a stir in his heart. He quickly turned to leave.
The principal and his entourage arrived. "Student, you mentioned a fight at the gate earlier. Where is everyone?" the principal inquired.
Before Ouyang Liuse could speak, Mu Zi subtly tapped her hand. Blushing, she let go of his arm.
"Oh, right," Mu Zi replied with a grin, "Fu Yang was fighting with some people. Teacher Ouyang and I managed to break it up, and they've all left now."
"Is that so?" The principal glanced at the security guards and Ouyang Liuse, understanding the situation. "Well, go to your classes. This Fu Yang is becoming more and more problematic. I need to inform his father..."
Mu Zi nodded and entered the school with Ouyang Liuse following.
"Thank you, Mu Zi," Ouyang Liuse said sincerely once they were alone.
"It's nothing, just a small effort. Now, let's get ready for class. I still have a lot to learn from you," Mu Zi responded with a smile, heading to the teaching area.
Ouyang Liuse watched Mu Zi's departing figure, feeling an unusual sense of safety around him – a feeling she hadn't experienced before.
Mu Zi sat at his computer, boredly scrolling through pages about the Ferrari F430. The classroom buzzed with whispers about the earlier incident at the gate.
Just then, Ouyang Liuse entered, having changed into a white dress and silver high heels. Her simple appearance still captivated everyone, including Mu Zi, who was reminded of Ningxiang, another stunningly beautiful woman he knew. Ouyang Liuse's style was similar, yet her youthful and healthy beauty set her apart.
Ouyang Liuse glanced at Mu Zi meaningfully before starting the class. Despite her calm appearance, her voice lacked its usual clarity. Observing closely, Mu Zi noticed her red eyes – she had been crying.
"A hardworking, kind girl like her shouldn't have to endure such hardships or bullying," Mu Zi thought, picturing her crying alone.
Mu Zi resolved to help her, firstly by ensuring no one else bullied her, especially Fu Yang. As for financial support, he put that thought aside for now, considering his own financial constraints.
"I really dislike that guy," Mu Zi thought, referring to Fu Yang, as he played with his hair absentmindedly.