Transmigrating To Become The Boss's Little Fairy Chapter 2 Part2

Translated by Phoodzz at foxaholi.com

Edited by Yue

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Chapter 2.2 – She Called Him Silently, "General"

Qu Dazhuang made a gesture to be silent towards Liu Haiyang.

Even the group of teenagers who usually followed him were silent, let alone the other students who because of the imposing atmosphere did not even dare to make any noise.

After a long while, a cold voice sounded in the air: “Is it very honorable?”

Qu Dazhuang was puzzled: “What? What did you say Rang Ge?”

(T/N: 哥-Ge means big/older brother)

The boy lying on the desk finally looked up. The fragments of his messy hair covered his sharp pair of black eyes which resembled a knife, and when he looked at people, it was like a blade pa.s.sing through. He had a smirk on his lips, "I said, is it very honorable to sacrifice your life for the people?"

After mingling with Ji Rang for so long, if they still could not sense that he was very irritable right now, then they would have mingled in vain.

No one dared to answer.

Ji Rang silently laughed and lay back on the desk again.

(T/N: Yes it's lay because it's the past tense of lie which means to rest or recline.)

Until the end of school, the noisy back row of the cla.s.sroom was as quiet as a chicken. Even the teachers wondered how this group of bad students were so obedient today.

Just after the school bell just rang, Luo Bing of Cla.s.s Eight rushed in: “Rang Ge! The kid surnamed Li reported to me just now that there was a freshman from Year One who called you a b.a.s.t.a.r.d!”

Ji Rang was still lying on his stomach and didn't respond while the several people around him already couldn't sit still.

“F*ck? Which fool was so crazy?”

“Dog-day, f*ck him!”

(T/N: Son of a b*tich/f*cked or sp.a.w.ned by a dog)　　

"This year's freshman is really unruly, we can't even leave them alone for 1 day."

(Editor's Note: The original word is this > 三天不打上房揭瓦 = three days without a beating, and a child will scale the roof to rip the tiles (idiom) / spare the rod, spoil the child. In this case, since it was the 1st day of school, they change 3 days into 1 day XD)

Ji Rang lazily stood up and put his uniform on his shoulder, “Bring people to Xita Lane.”

Luo Bing turned around and dashed out to follow his order.

On the first day of school, she actually didn't have many cla.s.ses. Basically, she collected homework, distributed new books, and adjusted seats. Near the afternoon, she had one Chinese and one Math cla.s.s.

Qi Ying was illiterate before. Later, even after she entered the General's Manor, she had only  learned how to write her own name. Now, with the memories of her body, she suddenly became a person with rich knowledge, and she was simply overwhelmed with favor.

The original owner's grades were pretty good, and was previously ranked in the top ten of the grade. Qi Ying looked at the graphics and formulas in the Math textbook and understood the meaning magically.

Although she couldn't hear the teacher's lecture, she still carefully copied the notes on the blackboard.

She knew that in any era, everyone likes knowledgeable people. Now, she finally had an opportunity to go to school, and enjoy equality and freedom like the boys, so she must cherish it deeply.

Yue Li, who had written a whole page of notes, looked at Qi Ying's notebook and suddenly felt that she was killed in a second.

She shamefully pa.s.sed a small note to Qi Ying: Ying Ying, your notes are so organized, can I borrow and copy it?

Qi Ying felt that she had probably inherited the learning talent of this body and lent her notes generously.

Yu Zhao came to pick her up after school.

Qi Ying waved to her cla.s.smates one by one, and finally stepped out of the cla.s.sroom with her school bag on her back.

They barely walked out of the school gate, when Yu Zhao's buddy, Yang Xinyuan, rushed to catch up with him and pantingly said, “I just heard that Ji Rang brought some people to block you. Run quickly!”

Yu Zhao: “Which Ji Rang?”

Yang Xinyuan: “The one you called a b.a.s.t.a.r.d! The school tyrant of Haicheng First High School!”

Yu Zhao's complexion changed. It's not that he was afraid of the legendary school tyrant, but Qi Ying was following him right now. If Qi Ying had even a strand of hair missing, he was afraid that he'll be skinned by his father.

Not far away, Luo Bing had already brought people over aggressively.

Yu Zhao pushed Qi Ying to Yang Xinyuan: “Take my sister to Qi Li Xiang Milk Tea Shop first. I'll look for you later.”

The owner of Qi Li Xiang Milk Tea Shop was a fan of Jay Chou. Whenever you go to the shop, you can listen to Jay Chou's song.

Yang Xinyuan bought Qi Ying a cup of milk tea and waited uneasily.

He waited until Qi Ying drank the whole cup of milk tea, and there wasn't even one pearl left, but Yu Zhao still hasn't returned.

He remembered the fact that Ji Rang had sent the seniors into the hospital last semester, and couldn't sit still any longer. He typed to Qi Ying and asked her to stay here without walking around. Then, he ran out to find Yu Zhao.

Although Qi Ying didn't know what happened, she observed the situation and knew that it was not good. Thinking of Yu Zhao's reaction just now, he must have encountered some troubles and she couldn't help but worry.

After thinking about it, she got up and went to find him.

…

Xita Lane was just right behind the school.

Yu Zhao confronted the group of people alone, which was nothing at all. He was a tyrant in junior high school and had also practiced Taekwondo. The fights he took part in, if it didn't reach 100, at least, he also had 80. He really didn't put this Haicheng school tyrant in his eyes.

He stood languidly, then, he defiantly asked: "All together at once or one at a time?"

Outrageous!

Qu Dazhuang rolled up his sleeves and scolded: "You f*cker, don't be crazy! You'll be crying for your dad and mom in a while, and by then it'll be too late!"

A group of people was about to rush forward and beat him up, when a cold voice was heard in the air: “Step aside.”

Yu Zhao watched the young man, who was a head taller than him, come up lazily from within the crowd. His eyelids were raised halfway, and with a smile that was not a smile, he asked him: “Yu Zhao, right?”

Yu Zhao sneered: “I'm your grandpa.”

Ji Rang hooked his fingers at him: “Come.”

Yu Zhao lifted his fists and threw a punch right away. 

He has never lost in a duel before.

As a result, his fist hit the air, and almost instantly, his lower abdomen became painful, and the whole person was almost flipped over with a kick to the knee by Ji Rang.

Yu Zhao said in his mind, finished calf, he underestimated the enemy, and met an expert.

(T/N: It's over!/He's finished. Finished calf is mostly used to describe that people or things have not achieved the expected state or purpose, including derogatory meaning.)

The two people wanted to fight again, but there was a sudden noise in the quiet alley, and then a dozen people ran out of the corner, all carrying sticks and bricks.

Qu Dazhuang scolded: “F*ck! You f*cker still brought an ambush force!”

Yu Zhao shouted: “It's not my people!”

Qu Dazhuang looked carefully, and it turned out to be the p.r.i.c.ks from the Third High School that they had cleaned up this morning.

While they were fighting here, they came to loot a burning house and mounted a sneak attack.

(T/N: To profit from somebody's misfortune)

With the fight changing directions to the other group, Yu Zhao innocently stood in the middle.

It's not right to hit anyone.

So he simply started to watch the fight.

Ji Rang's attack was really fierce. It can be seen that he had practiced his skills without fooling around. He could draw blood with one punch. But this time Ji Rang brought people to block him, so originally, he didn't bring many people, and they also had no weapons. The other side was very rampant because they had a large number of people and weapons.

Yu Zhao thought, In any case, we were from the same school, should I lend a helping hand?

As he was thinking about it, a short guy with a steel rod in his hand took advantage of Ji Rang's back while he was dealing with the other two people, and suddenly pounced over, swung the steel bar, and smashed it down. Yu Zhao shouted: “Be careful!”

His voice just fell when suddenly there was a shadow that flashed through the corner of his eyes, which had not yet reacted. Someone rushed to Ji Rang's back, and rigidly took the hit for him.

When he clearly saw who was the person who came, Yu Zhao's cold sweat came out instantly.

“Sister!” He rushed up in despair, and kicked the sneaky short guy who was then sent flying, “F*ck your mother!”

Ji Rang turned back abruptly and embraced the soft, weak body behind him.

The tip of his nose smelled a light and sweet fragrance.

He lowered his head, and met a pair of tearful, hazy eyes that seemed as if the moonlight and starlight had fallen down into her eyes.

She called him silently: “General.”

The author has something to say:

There is too much controversy about the male lead's phrase, “Is it honorable to sacrifice your life for the people?” This is the explanation for it: 

This is a foreshadowing. I originally wanted to let everyone understand it later, but one after another, the negative score gave me no choice but to spoil it here. There is no doubt that the police are honorable, and it is great to sacrifice for the people. This is something I recognize and respect. However, this sentence was from the male lead's perspective as a victim's family. He cannot accept it, and because no one had ever guided him since childhood, the attack came one after another, and he gradually went to the extremes, hating this kind of self-sacrificing behavior.

It is said in the copywriting that this is a story of mutual healing. It tells the story of a fallen extreme teenager who gradually grew to understand his past that he once hated and loathed. This is a process from never accepting to accepting. If you are willing to continue to read it, I hope this story will heal you as much as the male lead.

If you aren't willing to continue reading it, don't put a hat of insulting the martyrs on the male lead. “Is it honorable to sacrifice your life for the people?” This sentence did not mean to insult the police and the martyr. It was just a painful question by the youngster who lost his loved one. He will grow, and gradually understand and accept it. I hope everyone can give him time.