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At the entrance of Class 1, Grade 11 classroom, Li Minghui was leaning against the corridor railing chatting with Chen Feng.

Chen Feng and he were talking about something, laughing quite loudly.

Seeing Zhao Zixuan and Song Yuhan walking over aggressively, Li Minghui's smile faded, but he didn't take it too seriously.

"Li Minghui." Zhao Zixuan stood in front of him and went straight to the point, "You were the one who had the pirated copies of 'The Zhou Family Secret Manual' sold outside the West Gate, weren't you?"

Li Minghui's expression froze, then he adopted a bewildered look: "What secret manual? What pirated copy? What are you talking about?"

"Stop pretending." Zhao Zixuan sneered. "You borrowed Wu Hao's notes for over an hour. Did you stop by a photocopy shop on your way back?"

Li Minghui frowned: "Are you making baseless accusations? When did I borrow his notes?"

Chen Feng straightened up, took a step forward, and said with obvious displeasure, "Zhao Zixuan, get your facts straight before you come here. What does Minghui have to do with your crappy notebook?"

Zhao Zixuan pointed at Chen Feng: "I'm talking to him, so don't interrupt."

"He's my brother, why can't I say that?" Chen Feng retorted.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, almost to the point of a potential conflict.

Several students passing by in the corridor slowed down, their eyes scanning back and forth between the group.

Just as Zhao Zixuan was about to continue his attack, a not-so-loud voice rang out from the side.

"Well... actually, Wu Hao already said that."

It's Song Yuhan.

Her voice was soft, even a little nervous: "He said he lent you his notes for over an hour, and he told you the time and place."

After saying this, Song Yuhan's gaze drifted to the side in fear, but she quickly looked back at Li Minghui.

It's clear that this is a lot of effort for someone with social anxiety to have achieved this.

Li Minghui finally couldn't hold back his emotions any longer.

His eyes flickered a few times, and then his face flushed red at a visible speed.

The embarrassment of being exposed in public did not make him reflect on his actions; instead, it made him react like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, instantly bristling with anger.

"So what if I copied them?" Li Minghui suddenly raised his voice. "Does Su Zhou think he's clean? He's a high school student, openly selling notes for 550 yuan a copy. Tell me, is that legal?"

Zhao Zixuan was amused by his self-righteous retort: ​​"Five hundred and fifty is a clearly marked price, a mutually agreeable transaction. And you, you steal someone else's goods and resell them for twenty! What do you call that? That's piracy! That's copyright infringement!"

"Don't give me that copyright infringement nonsense," Li Minghui scoffed. "It's just a student's lousy notes, not a formal publication. What copyright infringement is that? Besides, the content is just knowledge points from the textbook; he just organized it. Why should it be sold for such a high price?"

"Just say you're jealous."

"I'm jealous? I'm jealous of him?"

Li Minghui's voice rose another octave, drawing a flurry of glances from the corridor, and several heads popped out of the classroom.

"Let me tell you, Zhao Zixuan, Su Zhou's behavior is a violation of school regulations! The school clearly stipulates that students cannot engage in commercial activities on campus. He not only sells notes, but he also privately runs tutoring classes on campus. Didn't you know?"

"What's it to you?"

"How can it not be my business?" Li Minghui sneered. "We're all competition students, and he's selling study materials and running classes all by himself, ruining our reputation!"

Zhao Zixuan was so angry that his veins were throbbing.

"What's going on?"

A middle-aged woman's voice came from the end of the corridor.

Ms. Zeng, the homeroom teacher of Class 1, Grade 11, walked over from the direction of the office with a stack of test papers in her hand. Her eyes swept over the crowd of onlookers in the corridor, and her brows immediately furrowed.

"The school bell is about to ring, what are you all doing here? Don't you have anything better to do?"

The students who had been watching scattered like birds and beasts.

Ms. Zeng's gaze lingered on Zhao Zixuan and Song Yuhan for a moment. She didn't recognize these two people; they weren't in her class.

Then she looked at Li Minghui.

Li Minghui seized the opportunity, and his expression instantly turned aggrieved.

"Teacher Zeng, they came to cause me trouble, saying that I was selling pirated notes, but the real problem is that Su Zhou from Class 3 of Grade 1 is selling self-compiled materials at school for 550 yuan a book, and is also privately running tutoring classes for people from other schools on campus for a fee."

Teacher Zeng's expression clearly changed.

Zhao Zixuan's heart skipped a beat, and he cursed inwardly, "This kid is shameless, he actually accused me first."

Teacher Zeng is a typical old-fashioned teacher who manages students by relying on experience and authority, and the thing he cannot tolerate the most is students not doing their proper work.

Li Minghui was one of her students, consistently ranking in the top 20 of his grade. He was always a promising talent for competitions that she was very proud of. However, the spot in the Western Mathematics Invitational Tournament was taken by a first-year high school student, which had already given Teacher Zeng some reservations.

Now, upon hearing that the student not only snatched the spot but was also selling notes and running training classes at school, Teacher Zeng's brows furrowed into a deep knot.

"This is ridiculous! Is this a school or a farmers' market?"

The commotion in the corridor was quite loud, just as class was about to start. Several teachers carrying thermos cups and textbooks were also passing by as they came out of the office.

"Teacher Zeng, why is there such a big fire?" A teacher stopped and asked casually.

With a cold face, Teacher Zeng quickly repeated what Li Minghui had just said.

At this, the teachers who had just gathered around all frowned.

"Su Zhou from Class 3, Grade 11? I vaguely remember him; everyone seems to say he's quite talented." The teacher who started asking shook his head repeatedly. "But why is he using all his intelligence on crooked ways?"

"Selling handwritten notes for 550 yuan? That's outrageous! Kids these days will do anything." Another teacher frowned and muttered, "They've even brought their after-school tutoring classes into the school! What kind of order is this?"

"The key issue is the egregious nature of this!" Teacher Zeng said sternly. "What do they think of the school's reputation? What do they think of the school rules?"

Li Minghui lowered his head at the opportune moment, looking like a heartbroken and obedient student, but out of the corner of his eye, he glanced triumphantly at Zhao Zixuan.

"No, this trend can't continue." The other teachers' expressions turned serious. "If he dares to sell notes and start a class today, tomorrow someone else will dare to sell other things in the classroom. Teacher Zeng, I think we need to go directly to the principal about this and deal with it seriously."

"Yes, we must nip it in the bud; we can't let it corrupt the atmosphere of our school."

As the teachers took turns setting the tone, Zhao Zixuan felt a chill run down his spine.

Careless.

He originally came to settle accounts with Li Minghui for piracy, but not only did he fail to get justice, he was also turned around and his son exposed Su Zhou's matter to the old-fashioned teacher, who even threatened to take it to the principal!

That son of a bitch!

Zhao Zixuan wanted to punch that face.