By contrast, An Hu hadn't paid these loudmouths any mind from start to finish. He went to class when it was time for class, to the bathroom when he needed to, and finally, after struggling through to the end of the school day, he was anxious to get home for dinner. He usually ate at school at noon, but tonight Mommy An didn't have evening classes, so he could go home to eat and also do his self-study at home. Mommy An had already cleared it with the school long ago—he had the ability to study on his own, so even if he didn't stay for evening self-study at school, it was fine.
But he'd only just stepped out the school gate when more than a dozen people blocked his way. Zhang Cong was the last to appear. Seeing the setup, An Hu laughed. "Not convinced?"
Zhang Cong folded his arms and leaned against a tree, not saying a word, just waved his hand at his lackeys. The other students saw what was happening and immediately scattered, clearing the area for them.
