Translator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL
He looked at the three wretched-looking teenagers sitting opposite him.
Andrew Thought for a moment.
In the end, he decided to punish them in the simplest way.
PA!
A loud slap spread throughout the entire carriage.
Andrew had slapped the teenager, directly stunning him.
He then pursed his lips.
These three fellows actually wanted to step on his sense of superiority? In their dreams!
He didnât care about the backgrounds of these three youths at all.
He was already invincible in the ninth grade. Why would he care about the three pieces of trash in front of him?
So what if these scumbags were beaten?
Before the youth could react, the two friends next to him became angry.
âWhat are you doing!â
One of the young men protected his companion.
The other young man stood up and looked down at Andrew with an arrogant attitude.
âWe are Stanford University students. Arenât you afraid of getting into trouble?â
When the young man and Andrew looked at each other, he saw his sharp eyes. The young man suddenly shivered and felt a little guilty.
But on the surface, he still had to pretend to be high and mighty.
After all, the students of Stanford University had a very noble identity.
Andrew glanced at them.
Pfft...
Andrew couldnât help but laugh out loud.
âStanford University? Thatâs it?
âThe three of you seem to be only first-grade, right? How could Stanford University have such trash students like you?â
After being slapped by Andrew, the youth who stood up snorted coldly.
âTrash? You better understand who youâre talking to.
âThe three of us just turned eighteen this year and have already reached first grade. Stanford University especially recruited the three of us. Do you know what the enrollment ratio is? Out of the tens of thousands of examinees in the entire San Francisco city, only a few of us were recruited in the end.
âDo you still think Iâm weak?â
After the youth finished speaking, Andrew didnât waste any more time with them and slapped the youthâs face again.
PA!
A loud slap resounded throughout the workshop.
âOnly reaching first grade at the age of 18. How can trash like you be qualified to enter our Stanford University?â
The only youth who wasnât hit was stunned.
What did he mean by...
Your Stanford University?
This handsome-looking man in front of him was from Stanford University?
The youth was instantly dumbfounded.
He felt that he needed to clear his head.
This young man whom he had met by accident, who was about the same age as them, was actually a student from Stanford University?
Could he be a senior?
He looked at his two companions. They were already stunned by the beating.
To be able to beat his companions so easily, he was indeed a senior from Stanford University!
No wonder he was so strong!
Since that was the case, the youth felt that he should be more polite.
âHello, Senior!â
PA!
Another slap sounded!
The last youth had also received a slap.
âDonât shout here. You bunch of trash, you were only specially recruited and are not considered official students of Stanford University yet. You donât have the right to call me Senior.
âAnd donât use the name of Stanford University every day to fool people and embarrass our school!
âAnd all three of you are from San Francisco. Why did you come to Boston to take the train? Are you crazy?â
After the slap and the harsh words, Andrew felt much more relaxed.
He leaned back in his chair and played with his phone.
Suddenly, he received a text message from Annie.
âHave you set off?â
âIâve set off. Iâll be there tomorrow morning.â
âHehe, okay. Iâll pick you up at the station then.â
Annieâs joy could be felt from between the lines.
After about a minute, two police officers of the train walked over.
These two police officers were both martial artists. They were burly and looked strong. In addition to their imposing manner, they sounded oppressive when they spoke.
âWhat happened?â
Half of these youthsâ faces were swollen, and there were obvious palm prints. They had obviously just been beaten up.
One of the young men was about to speak, but the companion beside him covered his mouth.
âSir, the three of us are together. We just sparred and accidentally injured each other.
âItâs just the three of us. It has nothing to do with the others.â
The guard frowned. He looked at the passengers nearby, and his expression became a little strange.
They came here because they saw the surveillance cameras in the carriage.
They had already seen what had happened here.
These three teenagers actually said that Andrew had nothing to do with it, which made the guard feel a little strange.
However, since the person involved didnât care, the police couldnât be bothered to meddle in other peopleâs businesses.
He fiercely looked at the three young men and sternly said, âSpar outside. Donât cause trouble in the carriage, or Iâll kick you out!â
The three youths nodded obediently.
After the police left, one of the youths immediately moved to Andrewâs side.
âHello, Senior. Are you a student at Stanford University?â
Andrew gave him a sideways glance.
These guys were annoying like a fly.
But their attitude was not bad, so Andrew nodded silently.
A hint of joy appeared in the teenagerâs eyes.
An expert!
Definitely an expert!
Only an expert would be so cold!
âSenior, my name is Bruce. I was specially recruited here from San Francisco. Senior, where are you from? What grade are you in?â
While Bruce said a bunch of nonsense, Andrewâs gaze was focused on the phone, not even looking at him.
He really couldnât be bothered with these guys.
When the three youths saw that Andrew was ignoring them, they gathered together and whispered. They became even more excited.
The eyes of the beautiful twins next to them were also burning with passion.
They became interested in Andrew.
Especially the beautiful girl sitting next to Andrew. It was unknown whether she did it on purpose or not, but when she got closer to Andrew, her fair thighs almost touched Andrewâs.
âHandsome, the two of us also go to Stanford University, but we donât practice martial arts. We study culture.
âBut since weâre both in the same school, can we leave our contact details?â
As she spoke, the beautiful woman took out her phone.
âEh?â
Andrew snorted in confusion.
He turned the phone around and looked at it.
Then, he said to himself, âThis phone, why is it suddenly out of battery? I canât even turn it on?â
The two beautiful women were stunned.
The three youths were also stunned.
Experts were different!
The excuses they came up with were all different!
But the train had a socket. The seniorâs phone was connected to a charging cable, and the other end was plugged in.
How could it be out of battery?
Who would believe it!
The carriage fell into silence.
The three youths played cards together while the two beauties chatted.
Only Andrew, alone, was very bored.
After a while, he took out his phone and played with it. The signal was not very good on the train.
âSigh...â
Andrew sighed.
If he had known earlier, he would not have been so cold. He might have been able to play cards together.