RING Of Fate

It must be an excellent composition to be praised by Lv Yumei. Therefore, the rest teachers stopped scoring the test papers and gathered to read the composition.

A teacher named Mi Xuehong first read it through. She nodded and said, "Wow! What a great composition! I would give it a full score." Then she went through the rest questions and found the student had correctly answered all the questions. If the student could get a full-score composition, then he or she would score 150 points, which was a full score.

Mi Xuehong looked at Yan Weimin and said in an envious tone, "Mr. Yan, you have such an exceptional student who answered all questions correctly."

The other teachers couldn't believe their ears and went through the paper one after another. They were all shocked and praised this student. If they were the students, they wouldn't have answered all the questions correctly.

However, Yan Weimin was not happy at all. He took over the paper and checked the handwriting as he was eager to know who he was.

Upon seeing the handwriting, Yan Weimin's heart sank. He was sure it was belonged to Ling Yang. His calligraphy was the clearest he had ever seen.

"Mr. Yan, can you tell who the student is?" The other teachers asked.

"No, I can't." Yan Weimin answered coldly. He gave back the test paper and buried himself in scoring the rest test papers. However, he could not calm down at all. It vexed him to think of making an apology to Ling Yang. His malevolent face twisted.

The other teachers were confused by Yan Weimin's weird response. He should be happy as his student had a good score. Why did he act like this? Li Youcheng, who knew the fact, sighed to himself.

The monthly test was ended. Ling Yang was relieved and was eager to see Yan Weimin apologize in front of all the students of Class 9.

On the way to the café, Ling Yang thought to himself, "I haven't gone to the boxing school for a couple of days. Tomorrow is Saturday. Why not going to the boxing school? Zhao Fengyang wasn't in the boxing school last time. What a pity! I would like to have a fight with him."

Though Zhao Fengyang was the head of the boxing school, he seldom went to the school. The school was operated by his eldest apprentice, He Yong. Zhao Fengyang and his several other apprentices served as the martial art consultants for film making.

When Ling Yang arrived at the café, Ying'er asked him to go to Su Mei'er's office.

"Sister Mei'er, I heard you're looking for me." Ling Yang knocked on the door and asked. After getting along with her for a period, Ling Yang knew she was a frank and willful lady.

"You haven't played original music for several days. Can you play a piece of original music tonight?" Su Mei'er asked bluntly. She was wearing white shirt and dark blue jeans, which fully showing her s.e.xy body. Ling Yang couldn't be able to move his eyes away from her.

Ling Yang was unable to reject such a beautiful lady, so he nodded, "Sure. I'll play a piece of original music later."

At 8 PM

Ling Yang had hardly sat down when there was enthusiastic applause. Ling Yang had worked at the café for a couple of days, and at least 90 percent customers had become his fans.

He immediately stood up and took a bow saying, "Good evening, everyone. I'm going to play a piece of music named A Stroll in the Rain. Thank you for supporting me. And I also want to dedicate it to our beautiful boss. Sister Mei'er, thank you for hiring me."

Many guests smiled after hearing Ling Yang's words. Su Mei'er also curled her lips and murmured, "Ling Yang, will you please stop being so nasty."

Beautiful music came from the piano. Everyone was attracted by the piece of music.

A Stroll in the Rain is a delightful melody. The guests felt like strolling in the tree-lined track in the sheeting rain...

Su Mei'er gave a satisfied smile after hearing the music. Though she didn't think this piece of music was as good as the other three original pieces of music written by Ling Yang, it was still a great one.

She had studied Ling Yang's original pieces of music and found out they were of the different styles.

Normally composers are good at one type of music. For example, some composers are good at sad Lings, while some are good at happy ones; some are good at classical music, while some are good at modern one...

If the four original pieces of music were all written by Ling Yang, then he must be a genius.

Ling Yang wrote great pieces of music and was also good at playing piano. He was definitely a talented person! Su Mei'er was so envious of him. She loved playing piano and listening to piano music, but she was bad at playing piano.

After performance, Ling Yang went to Su Mei'er's office. Su Mei'er gave him 400 yuan.

"Sister Mei'er, thank you for the bonus." Ling Yang gave a big smile and accepted the money without demur. He knew Su Mei'er would be unhappy if he declined.

They exchanged a few words and Ling Yang said goodbye.

On the way back to his dorm, Ling Yang passed the alley where Xiang Feifei was hijacked. He looked into the alley naturally, but saw a pair of cold eyes.

The eyes belonged to a lady. It was so dark in the alley that Ling Yang was unable to see her face. She was leaning against the wall with one hand covering her abdomen and the other holding a dagger.

"F.u.c.k off!" The lady shouted in a hoarse voice.

Ling Yang frowned, but he didn't say anything. She must have been injured because he smelled blood.

The lady was obviously not an ordinary person. Therefore, Ling Yang walked away.

However, four tall robust man wearing black suits and sunglasses ran passed Ling Yang.

"She is seriously wounded and must be around. Be careful!"

Ling Yang paused, but immediately kept moving forward. He believed these four men must be looking for the lady.

Suddenly, Ling Yang turned around and ran to the alley.

When he arrived at the alley, the fight was over.

The four man lay deathly still on the ground. The lady knelt down on the ground, breathing heavily.

Ling Yang heard something flying toward him. He looked in the direction where the sound came from and saw a dagger heading his way. He immediately turned his body. A dagger flew passed his nose.

If he was a little bit slower, he would be stabbed right in the face. The very thought brought him out in a cold sweat. He was enraged.

Ling Yang looked at the lady. She fainted after throwing the dagger to Ling Yang.

"Someone is chasing after this lady. Should I help her or not? She is not some ordinary person. If I helped her, would I be involved in a big trouble? Moreover, she is not a kind person. She almost killed me just now."

Ling Yang struggled hard in his mind. But finally, he decided to bring the lady out of here first.