My name is Liu Jianjun, and I never expected my family to give me such a name steeped in heavy historical undertones.
Of course, I don’t dislike the name itself—what bothers me is how some classmates can’t help but poke fun at it.
This scenario has played out repeatedly since childhood—the moment I say "Liu Jianjun," the reaction is always the same. Either they burst into laughter or look at me with skepticism, convinced I’m making it up.
All I can do is helplessly pull out my ID card to prove it, only to be met with another round of laughter.
Most of the teasing isn’t malicious, but it’s still hard not to feel annoyed.
That said, I don’t blame my dad. After all, his name is Liu Jianguo, and he’s the principal of Guangya Academy.
If we trace the root of this, it all comes down to my grandfather’s stubborn insistence, despite the whole family’s objections.
If it weren’t for the fact that he has more money than our entire family could spend in a lifetime, I’d have raised hell about it.
But… well… the old man’s generosity is just too hard to refuse.
At school, I never dare to reveal my real name.
If the students found out, not only would I lose all authority, but I’d also become the butt of their jokes.
"Liu—Jian—jun—!"
Liu Jianjun was sitting on the lawn, waiting for Class 2-8 to come down for P.E., when he heard that infuriating voice behind him.
He didn’t even need to turn around to know it was the P.E. teacher from Class 2-12—also his longtime classmate.
"What do you want, you little brat?"
"You’re a teacher now, and you still talk like that?" The Class 2-12 P.E. teacher plopped down beside Liu Jianjun, patting his shoulder with a grin.
"Liu—Jian—jun, I’ve got a little proposal for you."
Liu Jianjun had had enough of this guy. He responded with a sharp elbow to the ribs.
"Spit it out already."
"Damn, Liu—Jian—jun, that hurt!" The Class 2-12 teacher clutched his side, wincing before continuing:
"Alright, so last Monday’s P.E. class, my boys got wrecked. You know how young guys are—full of pride. They’re still fuming about it."
Liu Jianjun raised an eyebrow. "Is it your boys who are fuming, or is it you?"
"Come on, Liu—Jian—jun, why would I hold a grudge against kids? Why would I care about some brat named Situ Wenyao?" The Class 2-12 teacher’s eye twitched at the memory of being mocked by a few boys from Class 2-8, but he quickly forced a smile.
"Anyway, the sports festival is next week. Your Class 2-8 is definitely signing up for tug-of-war, right? So is my class."
"So, how about we do a little warm-up match today? Just for practice."
"Since it was my boys’ idea, we’ll just field the guys. My class only has one more guy than yours, so it’s fair. You can even add a girl to even it out."
"Seriously? You have no shame." Liu Jianjun pointed at the two towering giants and one human tank from Class 2-12 in the distance.
"Is this ‘practice’? Or are you just trying to humiliate us in front of the whole school?"
His Class 2-8 boys were tall, sure, but they were leaner—no match for Class 2-12’s sheer bulk.
And the audacity of this guy to suggest adding a girl to "balance" things out?
Same old shamelessness from their school days.
"Liu—Jian—jun, so are you in or not?"
"Nope." Liu Jianjun refused without hesitation.
"Liu—Jian—jun, scared already?"
"Nice try. Your reverse psychology is ancient."
"Liu—Jian—jun, so I can take that as you admitting Class 2-8 is weaker?"
"Fine, fine. Your reverse psychology works. Let’s do it." Liu Jianjun rubbed his temples, exasperated but amused. He had to give in before his old classmate talked his ear off.
Truthfully, he didn’t think Class 2-8 stood no chance—just not a great one.
At the very least, Feng Youqing, that little tigress, was worth three guys.
By that math, Class 2-8 actually had two more "boys" than Class 2-12.
That boosted their odds a bit.
Seeing Liu Jianjun agree, the Class 2-12 teacher grinned.
"Liu—Jian—jun, how about this? If Class 2-8 wins, I’ll treat your whole class to bubble tea—one cup each. If we win? No hard feelings. No need for you to treat us. Fair, right?"
"No need. I can take a loss with dignity." Liu Jianjun shut it down immediately.
If this was a competition, it had to be fair—terms equal on both sides.
No matter how underhanded the other guy was, he wouldn’t stoop to that level.
"Perfect. It’s settled then." The Class 2-12 teacher laughed.
He knew Liu Jianjun too well—knew exactly how to play him with that faux-magnanimous act.
"Ha... You're just taking advantage of my good temper, knowing I won’t argue with you." Liu Jianjun shrugged.
Taking advantage?
Won’t argue?
Hearing this, the PE teacher of Class 12 immediately twisted his face in anger, grabbing Liu Jianjun by the collar and roaring:
"You little brat, you went and charmed my only little sister! What’s wrong with me scolding you a bit?!"
"Let me tell you, as long as I’m alive, I’ll keep calling you Liu—Jian—jun!"
"You won’t even call me 'brother-in-law'!"
"Cough..." Liu Jianjun instantly shut up.
But honestly, a buddy’s little sister is just irresistible.
Aside from the risk of getting jumped in a dark alley and thrown into the ocean, everything else is pretty great.
............
"Bro, are you good at high jump?"
"I’ve never seen you compete in it before."
Gu Ximan bounced along cheerfully as she followed Gu Luo down the school building stairs, chattering nonstop.
Meanwhile, Lu Xuexue and Shen Yue trailed behind them, whispering among themselves.
Hearing his sister’s question, Gu Luo chuckled casually. "Not bad... Winning first place should be a breeze."
"Pfft... Stop bragging." Gu Ximan pouted in disbelief. "Guangya Academy has plenty of sports prodigies, some even at provincial athlete level. Just don’t get eliminated in the first round."
"What if I do win?"
"If you win, I’ll be your maid for a month!" Gu Ximan blurted out without hesitation.
"Huh? Why would I reward you if I win?"
"You—! You jerk! I’ll beat you up!" Gu Ximan exploded, transforming into a furious little kitten as she unleashed a flurry of punches—her signature "Ximan Combo."
Honestly, it felt great.
Gu Luo squinted in satisfaction.
Truly the cutest little sister in the world.
Hearing this, Lu Xuexue and Shen Yue behind them couldn’t help but let their imaginations run wild.
I can’t wait for that day, Lu Xuexue thought.
I can’t wait for that day, Shen Yue thought.
Just then, their eyes accidentally met—then darted away like they’d been shocked.
Both sensed something odd about the other, and the same thought flashed through their minds:
No way...
But then again, girls liking Gu Luo were as common as stars in the sky. It wasn’t that surprising.
Lu Xuexue didn’t see Shen Yue as a threat—she actually liked this gentle senior.
Still, her plan to win over "Brother Gu" couldn’t wait.
Tonight, she’d send him all those adorable photos.
Meanwhile, Shen Yue grew even more determined to stick to her diet.
No choice—the competition was fierce, and all her rivals were gorgeous.
"Gu Luo! Gu Luo!"
Just as Gu Luo and the three girls settled on the grass, the class sports rep jogged over and said:
"Don’t relax yet. We’ve got a tug-of-war match with Class 12 soon."
"Huh? Did Haji Yao provoke them again?" Gu Luo felt a sense of déjà vu.
He knew Class 12 had several heavyweight kendo club members.
Normally, they wouldn’t pick fights without reason.
"No, no—this time, their PE teacher is deliberately targeting Liu Jianjun," the sports rep quickly explained.
"Why?"
"Uh..." The sports rep glanced at Gu Ximan sitting beside Gu Luo, hesitated, then admitted:
"According to some classmates who overheard two teachers talking... Our Liu Jianjun charmed the PE teacher’s little sister..."
"......"
Hearing this, Gu Luo—who had four little sisters at home—instantly empathized. A surge of rage boiled inside him.
The immersion was too strong.
He clenched his fists.
Was the headlight too dusty, or was the kitchen knife not sharp enough?
Then, with a forced smile, he asked:
"Hey, sports rep... Is it too late for me to transfer to Class 12?"
............
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