Back to the Past: The Rise of the False Heiress Marrying the True Tycoon - Chapter 760:
Chapter 760: I’m the Third Brother of the Su Family
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Su Li felt so uncomfortable that he couldn’t speak. He twisted open the can, gulping down the sweet juice within. He took another bite of the crisp, fragrant peach, deciding that he wouldn’t share this can with anyone. The children around him watched with envy, their mouths watering at the sight of the food prepared by Su Li’s mother. It was simply too delicious!
A classmate gulped hard, his eyes fixed on the fruit can. There were no labels on the can, indicating that it was homemade, which only increased their envy. “Su Li, your mother can make canned fruit too? It smells so good,” one of them commented.
Upon hearing this, Su Li quickened his chewing, taking several more bites of the peach. Within a few seconds, he had devoured half of it. “Envious, aren’t you? But I’ve already shared so much with you. I can’t share this can. You should eat your school meals quickly. When you come to my house, you can have some. Mmm, it’s so delicious!”
The fruit can was visibly emptying at a rapid pace. Gao Ming was also happily eating his share of the fruit can, asking, “How is it? Is it better than what the Golden Sun’s chef makes?”
The boy who had previously claimed that Su Li’s mother’s food wasn’t as good as the Golden Sun’s was instantly embarrassed. He hid behind a classmate, peeking out to say, “I was just ignorant. But now we all believe that the food made by Su Li’s mother is the best in the world!”
“Exactly,” another chimed in. “We used to think that the school meals were great, better than the food at home. After all, we eat the same things at home every day and it gets boring. But now, we realize we haven’t tasted many good things. Second Brother, from now on, we’ll follow Gao Ming and call you Second Brother. We’re all your little brothers. Don’t forget about us when you have good food!”
Gu Jun, representing the ‘Iron Triangle’ group in the class, directly acknowledged Su Li as the ‘Second Brother’.
Upon hearing this, Gao Ming, imitating the way his grandfather spoke, cleared his throat solemnly and said, “Gu Jun, then you have to call my big brother, Su Bing, ‘Big Brother’, and call me ‘Third Brother’. I am the third child of the Su family!”
Upon hearing, Gu Jun reacted swiftly, exchanging a glance with Liu Shi and Zhang Liang. The trio then mimicked the gestures of martial arts heroes from the movies, clasping their hands together in a show of unity. “Eldest brother, second brother, third brother,” they declared, “from now on, we are your men, ready to follow you even if it means climbing a mountain of knives.”
With the formation of this iron triangle, many in Su Li’s class eagerly pledged their loyalty, becoming the younger brothers of the Su family. The students in Su Bing’s class watched this unfold, their eyes meeting in silent communication. One of them turned to Su Bing, who had been maintaining a cold demeanor, and asked, “Brother Bing, should we also acknowledge you as our elder brother?”
Su Bing was leisurely enjoying his meal when he heard this. He slowly raised his head, looking at his classmates with an expression that suggested they were imbeciles. “They’re first graders, you’re fourth graders. What are you trying to join in on?”
The student who had spoken was taken aback by Su Bing’s retort. He scratched his head sheepishly, laughing awkwardly. “Haha, you’re right. We’re upperclassmen now. Let’s eat.”
The long rows of tables were almost entirely occupied by Su Bing and his group, their lively chatter drawing attention. It was inevitable that others would take notice.
A skinny boy, leading a group much like the elder brother, approached Su Bing’s table. He spoke with an air of arrogance, “Kid, you’re the new one in class A2, right? Do you know who I am?”
Su Bing paid him no mind, continuing to eat. The skinny boy tapped Su Bing’s shoulder, signaling him to move. Su Bing’s classmate, seemingly intimidated by the group, moved aside with his lunchbox. The skinny boy took his seat, “I’m talking to you. What are you eating?”
Protecting the large lunchbox his mother had given him, Su Bing looked up. His eyes were like those of a cheetah on the verge of attack, dark and fierce. “Skinny Monkey, don’t touch this lunchbox.”
The boy, now referred to as Skinny Monkey, visibly changed color. He had always been small, and despite his parents’ best efforts, he never grew taller. He hated when people made fun of his height.
He reached out to grab Su Bing’s lunchbox, but was met with an elbow strike that sent him sprawling on the ground. Skinny Monkey was stunned; he hadn’t even seen Su Bing’s move before he found himself on the floor.
Skinny Monkey’s followers, the students who had been trailing behind him, rushed forward to help their leader up. “Big brother, are you okay? Come on, get up. We’ll make him pay.”
On the other side, the students in Su Li’s class were terrified. They hurriedly turned to Su Li, “Second brother, that’s Jiang Ping, the big boss of class A3 in the fourth grade. Many of the younger students are afraid of him. If he’s got his eye on us, we’re done for.”
