Straight Corporate Slave Accidentally Stumbles into the School's F4 - Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Boss, he is Ferrio.

Half an hour later, the three of them appeared downstairs at the same time.

Qiao Nai could understand Harrison being here it was normal for a primary schooler to want to skip class but what about Ferrio? Why did he follow along too?

Qiao Nai didn’t understand.

The thought of two young masters being packed into such a dilapidated little apartment felt a bit surreal. Qiao Nai had no choice but to ask for leave from his afternoon part-time job.

“My place might be a bit messy,” Qiao Nai couldn’t help but say as they reached the bottom of the building. “And it’s also a bit small.”

“It’s okay, Teacher. My room is also very small and messy.” Harrison didn’t mind; for him, as long as he could escape class, he could go anywhere.

Qiao Nai recalled the room he saw the last time he went to tutor. That was just Harrison’s study, and it was already larger than the living room of his rented apartment, not to mention the bedroom.

Sure enough, the world of the wealthy was beyond imagination.

Qiao Nai then looked toward Ferrio.

He’s probably never been to a place like this, right? I hope he doesn’t lose it once we get inside.

“You don’t want me going in?” Ferrio arched an eyebrow at him.

“Not at all,” Qiao Nai walked toward the corner stairs. “I’m just afraid you won’t adapt to my tiny place and there’s no elevator.”

Qiao Nai had originally been worried whether the two young masters would mind the lack of an elevator, but it turned out both of them walked faster than the other, leading him by a large flight of stairs.

Seeing Ferrio’s effortless long legs, Qiao Nai finally realized why the man walked so fast—one of his strides covered as many steps as two of Qiao Nai’s.

Watching the two of them get further and further ahead, Qiao Nai quickly sped up to follow: “It’s on the sixth floor, don’t go to the wrong one!”

As he walked, the phone in his pocket vibrated several times in succession. It wasn’t just now; it had been the same way earlier at the pizza shop.

Qiao Nai had always assumed it was IG notifications and didn’t think much of it. Now that he had a moment to check his phone, he found that besides the IG messages, there was a string of missed calls.

By a rough count, there were over ten missed calls, all from the same unfamiliar number.

Qiao Nai looked at it several times but couldn’t remember who it belonged to.

Could it be Qiao An’s uncle?

Qiao Nai pursed his lips.

It was nearly the end of the month, payday time. Thinking about it, Qiao An’s social circle was shallow; the only person he contacted regularly besides Yun Cheng was no one else.

It seemed highly likely it was that uncle who constantly squeezed Qiao An for his wages.

Then he definitely couldn’t pick up.

Without a second thought, Qiao Nai blacklisted the number in one go.

Just as the three of them entered the stairwell, they heard a cacophony of noise. Qiao Nai hadn’t been paying attention to what was in front of him while checking his phone; as he tucked it away and looked up, he found that Ferrio had stopped at some point. Qiao Nai accidentally bumped into his back.

“Eh?”

Qiao Nai clutched his forehead and was about to ask why he had stopped so suddenly when he looked up and saw several people looking down from the railing above.

From their outfits the “dad shoes” and the heavy metal chains Qiao Nai recognized who they were at a glance.

It was exactly that group of punks who had cornered him in the alleyway on the day he first transmigrated.

Wait, they’ve actually tracked me down to my front door??

“Who are they?” Ferrio looked sideways at Qiao Nai. “Your friends?”

“No,” Qiao Nai immediately shook his head in denial. “I don’t know them.”

Qiao Nai was telling the truth; he had only met them once. He couldn’t claim to know them, and he didn’t even know the reason why they had cornered him in the alley last time.

Thinking this, Qiao Nai heard a whistle coming from upstairs.

“Aye, Homie!” Following that, a shiftless voice mixed with a repulsive sneer drifted down.

Qiao Nai was standing closer to the railing, with Ferrio on his right. They likely only saw Qiao Nai alone.

“What do they want with you?” Ferrio’s tone was very calm.

“I…” Qiao Nai thought of the pocket watch from last time, but he wasn’t sure. “I don’t know.”

Could it really be just because of that pocket watch?

“Do you owe them money?”

“No.” Qiao Nai had checked the ledger in the memos several times; Qiao An had never borrowed money from them. “I don’t owe them.”

Ferrio withdrew his gaze from Qiao Nai and rolled up his sleeves. “Then it’s something else?”

“Something else what?” Meanwhile, the street punks’ cursing continued incessantly, amplifying in the stairwell like dark noise, grating on Qiao Nai’s eardrums.

“Nothing.” Seemingly worried about getting his sleeves dirty, Ferrio rolled them up a bit higher. The tattoo on the back of his hand was exposed to the air, and it was only then that Qiao Nai realized it wasn’t just his hand Ferrio had tattoos on his arm as well. Ferrio pressed down the brim of the baseball cap on Qiao Nai’s head and said softly, “Stay here. Don’t move.”

Qiao Nai wanted to follow, but his body felt heavy Harrison was gripping him tightly, not letting him go.

Harrison was clearly experiencing this for the first time and was very afraid, shrinking beside Qiao Nai and clutching the corner of his clothes. “Mr. Qiao, don’t go. Uncle can handle them by himself.”

Watching Ferrio get further away, Qiao Nai was a bit anxious. “What if your uncle gets beaten by them?”

Qiao Nai looked up and saw at least five or six people opposite. He knew Ferrio was good at playing ball, but he wasn’t sure if he was good at fighting. Besides, even if he was, being one against many was not an advantage.

And if Ferrio really got hurt, what about his future matches?

Qiao Nai truly couldn’t afford the consequences!

The street punks clearly hadn’t noticed Ferrio just now. If it was noisy a moment ago, it was now dead silent.

Seeing that things had quieted down, Qiao Nai’s racing heart settled a bit. “Your uncle… is he really okay?”

“He’s really okay,” Harrison hid behind Qiao Nai and looked up. “Uncle is very good at hitting people.”

Just as Harrison finished speaking, a series of thuds came from upstairs, followed by the sound of something cracking.

“And Uncle is very polite when he hits people,” Harrison added.

Qiao Nai looked up and, sure enough, heard Ferrio say:

“Sorry, my hand slipped. Are you guys okay?”

The punks didn’t dare say they were anything but okay. The way they looked at Ferrio showed they were scared to death. They hadn’t expected Ferrio to show up in such a small, out-of-the-way place.

They had come here precisely because they were afraid of running into Ferrio if they looked for Qiao Nai at school. As it turned out, their luck was “great” they had run right into him.

“You, you, you… you are Ferrio??” One “spiritual youth” wearing ripped jeans acted as the bellwether.

“You want me to be?” Ferrio had his hands in his pockets, looking down at them with a smile, appearing completely at ease. “I can be if you want me to be.”

As he spoke, Ferrio walked forward.

“Boss! He is Ferrio,” a lackey in a blue hat behind him said, his voice trembling.

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