After Rebirth, Minor Character Only Wants to Level Up
Chapter 15 - 014: Fighting

Chapter 15: 014: Fighting

There was nothing really happening.

Liu Zhiyuan faced Ye Qian, who suddenly appeared and asked this question, without thinking much, "Nothing much."

In the compound, Liu Zhiyuan was considered older by a year compared to children around his age, also a year older than Ye Ling, just entered the first year of high school, City No. 1 High School.

Children living in the company compound were relatively advantaged compared to those from ordinary families. The compound was large and often built on the outskirts of the city, with better facilities at the time, including its own hospital and school. Children growing up in the compound seldom left it; there was even a gatekeeper at the entrance, outsiders rarely came in, adding to the relatively prosperous living conditions. Everyone’s treatment was according to regulations, so compared to children outside the compound, those in the compound always had a sense of superiority in their eyes and were mysterious.

Especially those children of bosses, managers, and professors. Ordinary people found it rare to see them once, but children in the compound didn’t find it unusual. Over time, children growing up in such an environment were considered worldly from an early age.

Therefore, in school, Liu Zhiyuan, a boy with originally handsome features who came from the compound, was always seen as special. The children of company employees formed a unique group, as were these children from the compound attending ordinary middle schools.

In the compound, being looked up to from a young age, although Liu Zhiyuan seemed to have a good nature and was polite to everyone, he treated everyone equally, being cordial but not close, subtly distant.

This answer did not satisfy Ye Qian, but she wasn’t the type to annoy others. She smiled, "I saw my sister seemed unhappy and thought you guys were angry. Since it’s nothing, that’s good. If my sister did something wrong, Brother Zhiyuan, don’t take it to heart. She’s stayed with grandma in the countryside these past years and feels quite aggrieved."

"These are the sparrows they caught; you take them back and eat them." Liu Zhiyuan handed over a bunch of sparrows tied together with grass.

Jiang Yan and others said those sparrows were caught by Liu Zhiyuan, but they were actually caught by Zhao Guodong from the logistics team. Liu Zhiyuan was of a quiet nature, while Zhao Guodong was thuggish, just like Ye Qian, in the third year of middle school and the most mischievous in the compound, often leading a group to annoy others.

Ye Qian didn’t reach out, "Brother Zhiyuan, these were caught by Zhao Guodong. If he knew, he’d be upset. Leave it with them, or he’ll cause you trouble."

Liu Zhiyuan was against trapping sparrows, so he often released those that were still alive and took the dead ones away. Because of this, Zhao Guodong even brought his group to block Liu Zhiyuan. Liu Zhiyuan also had his own group and was from that side, causing a conflict between the management and logistics department.

The children on both sides fought. The parents didn’t concern themselves, thinking it unnecessary. Anyway, a little tussle didn’t harm, and the injuries were not worse than those of a soldier. Also, emotionally they weren’t so meticulous, being busy in the company and not having the energy to manage, never worrying about a bit of roughhousing.

Liu Zhiyuan handed the things into Ye Qian’s hands, "Take it. Don’t mind him."

In Liu Zhiyuan’s eyes, they were just kids.

Ye Qian shyly accepted, "Brother Zhiyuan, I’ll go home first. I’ll visit Liu Rui in the evening."

"Alright." Liu Zhiyuan nodded.

Although Liu Zhiyuan still looked a bit youthful, and was in his voice-changing period, his face already showed bright eyes and white teeth, with an elegant appearance.

Especially when he spoke to you, his eyes calmly fixed on you, like looking into a calm lake, always making people serene.

Liu Zhiyuan watched Ye Qian leave. Before he could turn toward home, Zhao Guodong ran out from the path in the woods, or rather, chased after.

"Liu Zhiyuan, you took my things again, you want to fight, don’t you?" Zhao Guodong, impulsive by nature, said this while rolling up his sleeves, ready to fight.

Liu Zhiyuan kept his hands in his pockets, "Zhao Guodong, you’re not a child, stop acting like one every day."

Zhao Guodong, who easily got provoked, jumped twice in anger, pointing at Liu Zhiyuan and shouting, "Don’t think just because you’re in high school, you can talk in a lecturing tone. You took my sparrows again. I warned you not to take them, or else."

"What do you want to do?" Liu Zhiyuan raised an eyebrow, "Fight?"

Which child from the compound didn’t grow up roughhousing? Although Liu Zhiyuan appeared quiet, he was tough at heart.

"Yes." Zhao Guodong’s temper flared immediately, without a word hesitating, he threw a punch.

Liu Zhiyuan dodged sideways, lifted his leg, and kicked Zhao Guodong in the stomach. Zhao Guodong didn’t manage to dodge, taking a heavy kick. Already agitated, Zhao Guodong got angrier, wildly punching and kicking back.

The two fought there; it was impossible not to be seen. Children in the compound, having heard the news, came out to watch. Before the children from both sides joined the scuffle, the adults arrived.

Wu Mengyi, still sticky with flour on her hands, ran over upon hearing, "Stop it! Do you want to be locked up during the New Year?"

Sometimes, when children in the compound made mistakes, parents would lock them up.

When an adult came, the two finally separated.

Wu Mengyi went directly to her son, "Zhiyuan, how old are you, still squabbling with Guodong? Get home now."

Wu Mengyi was a knowledgeable person, never fond of rough actions.

Seeing her son’s face turning blue, Wu Mengyi felt sorry but said nothing and went over to Zhao Guodong, tidying his clothes, patting off the snow on him. Fortunately, it was winter, and there was no mud.

"Guodong, go home. Aunt Wu will properly talk to Liu Zhiyuan. It’s my fault for not teaching him well. I apologize to you on behalf of him." _{f.re(e) w.e(b)nov el.c.om}

The children in the compound mostly belonged to the same circle; everyone got along well, and the children would greet adults warmly, calling them aunt or uncle. No one minded whose house the children went to for meals.

"Aunt, it’s fine." Zhao Guodong, considering himself a man, never spoke behind anyone’s back.

Wu Mengyi laughed, patting his shoulder, "Alright, it’s getting late. Go home and eat, or your grandma will come looking for you again."

Zhao Guodong’s parents divorced, and he was raised by his grandmother from a young age. Mr. Zhao often stayed in the company for extended periods, so Zhao Guodong acted like a wild mule let loose. Grandma Zhao was old and not sufficient in energy; she couldn’t keep up with caring for Zhao Guodong. Sometimes his clothes weren’t clean, and occasionally they would be torn for days before Grandma Zhao patched them.

Nonetheless, he was still a growing boy, easily raised in the compound. [I want to write a story about children from the compound and their simple love lives. I hope I can write it well. Go, me!]