You're dumping me, huh? Fine, then I'll just pick up the school beauty and make her my wif

Upon hearing the sports committee member say that they needed Jiang Che to step in and save the day, Wang Kai hesitated for a moment before following his gaze and looking in Jiang Che's direction.

Jiang Che was writing and drawing on the book with a pen, so focused that he was completely different from the carefree young master he usually was.

"He's obsessed right now, his mind is completely focused on how to study and improve, so he probably won't be willing to help."

Wang Kai sighed. He didn't know whether Su Qinghe was more important to Jiang Che or whether it was more important for their class to save face in this match.

However, as Jiang Che's good brother of many years, Wang Kai still believed in his heart that Jiang Che would never stand by and watch someone die.

"I'll give it a try."

There was no better solution at the moment, so the sports commission gritted their teeth and thought, "Let's try anything, it's better than putting up with that arrogant bastard's wrath here."

After saying that, he turned around and ran quickly towards Jiang Che.

Wang Kai wasn't idle either. He raised his hand and gestured for a timeout to the referee, then cast an expectant look in the direction where the sports committee member had left.

Jiang Che was working on a difficult physics problem. He had been thinking for a long time before he finally got a clue and was about to start calculating when suddenly a large shadow appeared in front of him.

"Brother Che!"

The shout startled him so much that his body trembled, his hand shook, and the tip of his pen drew a long black line directly on the book.

Jiang Che took a deep breath, tucked the pen between the pages of the book, and looked up at the panting sports committee member in front of him.

"Unless something truly earth-shattering happens, you'd better give me a reasonable explanation." He looked at the sports committee member with a forced smile.

The sports committee member swallowed hard, feeling a little uneasy under Jiang Che's cold gaze, but still pointed towards the stadium with a stiff upper lip.

"Brother Che, something really happened. Our class is about to be utterly crushed by Zhang Yang's class of bastards."

The sports committee member, like a wronged little wife, vividly recounted to Jiang Che all the misdeeds of Zhang Yang and his group.

"Brother Che, you have to stand up for us! They've really gone too far, sob sob..."

"Stop, stop, stop! What are you whining about, you grown man? It's creepy!" Jiang Che quickly told the sports committee member to stop.

He twirled his pen in frustration. Although studying was important, people were bullying his brother now. If he just sat by and did nothing, wouldn't he be a cold-blooded beast?

So Jiang Che made a decision in just a few seconds. He slammed his pen on the book, closed it with a "snap," and stood up.

He dusted off his pants, then straightened up and glanced towards the basketball court, where he could vaguely hear Zhang Yang and his group laughing arrogantly.

The sports committee member was overjoyed at the sight. He followed Jiang Che and continued to add fuel to the fire, "Brother Che, you don't know, Zhang Yang's mouth is worse than eating feces. He said our class is a bunch of useless trash, and that without you, we are just a bunch of hopeless garbage. He said that with our level, we still dream of representing the school in the provincial competition. Anyway, it was really awful."

When the sports committee member said that they were hopeless, his tone became noticeably hesitant, since their skill level was indeed not very good, and Zhang Yang was right...

Jiang Che nodded, shoved the exercise book into the sports committee member's arms, and said, "Okay, my back hurts from sitting for so long, let's go stretch our muscles."

Studying is already very stressful, so he's naturally happy to engage in appropriate stress-relieving activities when he finally has a outlet for his frustrations.

Meanwhile, on the sidelines of the volleyball court, Zhang Yang had been talking for so long that his throat was dry.

He took the bottled water handed to him by his underling, gulped it down, and continued, "Hey Wang Kai, if you guys aren't good enough, just admit defeat. Otherwise, you'll lose face and look bad later."

Zhang Yang wiped the water from his mouth, his eyes sweeping contemptuously over Wang Kai and the others. "It's only because my hand is inconvenient today, otherwise I would have personally gone up and taught you a lesson. This match is long over, why would I give you a halftime break here?"

Wang Kai's face turned green with anger, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked. "Zhang Yang, are you ever going to shut up?"

"Oh, getting impatient?"

Zhang Yang laughed even harder, leaning back and crossing his legs high. "I love seeing you like this, unable to stand me but unable to do anything about it. What? You're not happy? Go ahead and send your good buddy Jiang Che over!"

"Oh right, I remember now, our young master Jiang is busy being a good student right now, how could he have time to deal with a bunch of weaklings like you?"

After saying that, Zhang Yang exchanged glances with his henchmen, and they all burst into laughter.

Just then, a lazy voice suddenly came from behind Zhang Yang—

"I don't have time to deal with weaklings, but I have plenty of time to deal with idiots."

The voice was all too familiar to Zhang Yang. His arrogant smile froze instantly, and the muscles at the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

He instinctively turned around abruptly, but the movement was too large, and the plastic chair he was sitting on, which was already unstable, creaked and tipped over to the side.

"Holy crap—"

Zhang Yang exclaimed in surprise and fell to the ground, chair and all.

As luck would have it, the hand in a cast was pinned down by him, making a crisp "crack" sound.

"Ah! My hand!"

Zhang Yang let out a pig-like scream, writhing on the ground in pain, his face turning pale instantly.

The henchmen, who had been laughing heartily, were also startled by this sudden turn of events and hurriedly went to help the person.

"Brother Yang! Brother Yang, are you alright?"

"Quick, quick, help Brother Yang up!"

Jiang Che stood to the side, looking down at the scene with his hands in his pockets and an innocent expression.

"Oh, Young Master Zhang, what's with this grand gesture? It's not even the New Year yet, no need to be so polite."

The students watching were initially annoyed by Zhang Yang's arrogance, but now that they saw him get his comeuppance, they couldn't help but suppress their laughter.

Some even laughed out loud, quite bluntly.

Wang Kai immediately joined in, pointing at Zhang Yang and laughing wildly, "Serves you right! You got what you deserved for showing off, didn't you?"

With his younger brother's help, Zhang Yang struggled to his feet, his injured hand trembling with pain.

Even so, Zhang Yang still chose to be stubborn, even though he was in so much pain that he was sweating profusely, he absolutely could not lose face.

In front of so many people, especially with quite a few girls watching, if he loses face, how the hell will he ever pick up girls again? How will he ever be able to show his face at school?

"Jiang Che! You fucking tricked me?" Zhang Yang glared at Jiang Che through gritted teeth, his eyes filled with resentment.

Jiang Che shrugged. "You can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want. Everyone's watching. I didn't even touch you. You just weren't sitting properly."

As he spoke, he took a step forward.

Zhang Yang was so startled that he instinctively shrank back, almost tripping over the overturned chair again.