Zhou Fu initially wanted to refuse.
With his current strength, even if Chen Tao and all those other weaklings attacked him together, he wouldn't be afraid.
But after a moment of thought, Zhou Fu ultimately agreed.
His master had amnesia, so it was best not to provoke Chen Tao for now.
Everything had to be based on his master's safety.
Liang Zhengping nodded, a smile appearing on his face: "I'll go down now."
After speaking, Liang Zhengping turned to Feng Yu beside him: "Let's go."
As soon as these words were spoken, Zhou Fu became furious, glaring fiercely at Liang Zhengping and almost shouting, "Why are you telling him to go down!?"
"I... I..."
Liang Zhengping was so startled by Zhou Fu's roar that he began to stutter.
Feng Yu was also taken aback by Zhou Fu's sudden anger.
Why was he so enraged?
"It... it was Chen Tao who told me to bring him down," Liang Zhengping quickly explained.
*Whoosh!*
Without a word, Zhou Fu raised his hand, locked his throat, and shoved him against the wall, lifting him up: "Scum, I'll kill you today!"
As soon as he spoke, Liang Zhengping exerted force.
Liang Zhengping's breathing immediately became rapid, his pale face turning red, and he begged for mercy, "Master Zhou... this was Chen Tao's instruction, you... you can't blame me."
Zhou Fu ignored him, increasing the force in his grip, intending to strangle Liang Zhengping to death.
Seeing that Zhou Fu was serious, Feng Yu quickly reached out to stop him: "It's not his fault, why don't you let him go first?"
Feng Yu knew that this Zhou Fu's strength was definitely not weak, possibly even stronger than Chen Tao.
If he were to attack Zhou Fu, he would likely be dominated, or even instantly killed.
Seeing Feng Yu speak, Zhou Fu immediately let go.
Liang Zhengping collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath. A palm print was already visible on his neck, and his heart was pounding wildly.
Feng Yu beside him also let out a sigh of relief.
If it had been even a second or two later, Liang Zhengping might have truly died.
Zhou Fu stared at Liang Zhengping and said coldly, "Remember, if it weren't for him stopping me, you would be dead. Now get out of here with gratitude!"
Liang Zhengping looked up, turned to Feng Yu, and said gratefully, "Thank you."
Feng Yu shook his head: "It's nothing."
Liang Zhengping showed no anger, but rather a hint of envy.
Feng Yu was truly lucky.
Compared to being bullied by Chen Tao, being under Zhou Fu was like heaven.
At the very least, he could live like a human being, not like them, living like beasts.
"Good luck, I'm leaving."
Liang Zhengping said and walked away.
Feng Yu did not intervene; with his current abilities, he couldn't save him.
Zhou Fu seemed to know him, but he didn't know the extent of their relationship. Asking him to help Liang Zhengping now would be too much.
He could only remain silent.
"Stop!"
Zhou Fu suddenly called out to Liang Zhengping.
Liang Zhengping paused, turned to look at Zhou Fu, and asked, "Does Young Master Zhou have anything else?"
Zhou Fu stared at him unhappily, his voice cold: "Go back and tell Chen Tao that if he dares to lay a hand on him, I will be the first to kill him."
"I mean what I say!"
"I understand," Liang Zhengping nodded.
He naturally understood that Zhou Fu was referring to Feng Yu.
Although he didn't know why Zhou Fu valued Feng Yu so much, he was certain that Zhou Fu had the ability and the confidence to do so.
Zhou Fu was a disciple of the strongest Haotian Fist in the mortal realm, and also the personal disciple of the peerless prodigy Yu Daohen.
These two identities alone gave him enough confidence.
After Liang Zhengping left, Zhou Fu's cold gaze instantly vanished, replaced by excitement: "Master, I've finally found you!"
Seeing Zhou Fu's excited demeanor, Feng Yu instinctively took a step back, somewhat bewildered: "Did you just call me Master?"
Zhou Fu nodded, his face beaming with joy: "That's right, you are my master, and I am your disciple."
Feng Yu couldn't quite believe it and asked, "You're really not joking with me?"
Zhou Fu nodded repeatedly, his current mood indescribably excited.
Feng Yu was completely stunned.
He was about the same age as this person, so how could he possibly be his master?
Moreover, his strength was so formidable.
It seemed highly improbable.
"Perhaps you can tell me about my past?" Feng Yu said.
Zhou Fu then remembered that his master had amnesia and didn't remember what happened before.
"Alright, I'll tell Master about your past."
Zhou Fu prepared to start from the beginning, but then he suddenly thought of something and smiled, "Let me make the bed for Master first. Where is your luggage?"
"It's in the corridor."
Feng Yu finished speaking and led Zhou Fu to the luggage in the corridor.
"Master, I live in 303, and you live in 302. Let me make the bed for you first," Zhou Fu said, picking up Feng Yu's luggage and heading towards dorm room 302.
Feng Yu quickly stopped him: "No, no, let me do it."
Zhou Fu shook his head, a smile on his face: "Let your disciple do it, it's what a disciple should do."
"This... alright," Feng Yu didn't want to refuse, mainly because he couldn't.
He couldn't defeat him.
Upon entering dorm room 302, they found that it had been thoroughly cleaned inside and out.
Feng Yu realized that Zhou Fu must have arranged for the school to let him stay here, otherwise, Zhou Fu wouldn't have had room 302 cleaned in advance.
He had to admit, this single room was excellent, with all facilities complete, not looking like a dorm room at all.
The only drawback was that the bed was a bit too small.
But for a single room, a smaller bed was acceptable.
Zhou Fu began to make the bed for Feng Yu, while Feng Yu simply watched from the side.
He had originally planned to help, but then he decided against it.
If he went to help, Zhou Fu would surely say it wasn't necessary.
In a short while, Zhou Fu had put away all the luggage and made the bed perfectly neat.
The two sat at the table, their eyes meeting, and the atmosphere became slightly awkward.
Feng Yu didn't know how to speak.
Since he claimed to be his disciple, what should he call him?
Disciple?
Young disciple?
Little Zhou?
Or Little Fu?
None of these seemed appropriate.
Zhou Fu seemed to sense Feng Yu's awkwardness and smiled, "Master, you can still call me Little Fuzi, just like before."
Hearing Zhou Fu say this, Feng Yu could only nod and say, "Then Little Fuzi, tell me about the past."
Zhou Fu nodded and said, "Then let me first tell Master your real name."
As soon as he said this, Feng Yu was filled with questions: "My real name?"
He didn't recall his sister ever mentioning that he had changed his name before.
Zhou Fu nodded and said, "Master, your surname is Yu, your given name is Daohen. Your full name is Yu Daohen."