Gao Wu: Oh no! Young Master Zhen is a cultivator!

Zhang Yingying, a prominent figure in Martial Arts Class Two, is said to be eight feet tall and imposing, with most boys having to look up at her.

An A-level strength-type awakener, none of the thirty-odd people in Martial Arts Class Two could surpass him.

Hearing that powerful roar just now, it's really hard to associate her with the name Yingying.

Lin Ran placed his training clothes aside, his expression indifferent: "Oh, then search."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a tall figure squeezed in through the doorway.

Great reputations are never undeserved.

Lin Ran estimated that Zhang Yingying was at least two meters tall.

He has broad shoulders and a wide back, and the muscles in his arms are more defined than most boys.

His face alone wasn't ugly, he was of average appearance, but unfortunately his broad shoulders and thick waist were just too eye-catching.

If it weren't for that long hair and the impressive curves of her chest, he would probably have thought that the person standing in front of him was a man with somewhat effeminate features.

Zhang Yingying glanced at Lin Ran, then waved her hand dismissively: "Search!"

Several girls from Class Two filed in and began rummaging through drawers and cabinets.

One by one, the cabinet doors were pulled open, and clothes were thrown on the floor one after another.

Gym clothes, training shoes, towels, wristbands—all scattered haphazardly on the floor.

One girl was rummaging through the cabinet with particular enthusiasm, even tiptoeing to touch the gaps on top of the cabinet.

The lockers of the other boys were gradually searched, leaving only Lin Ran's locker.

Several girls reached out to the cabinets on either side of Lin Ran, and after rummaging through them, their eyes fell on the half-open cabinet door in front of Lin Ran.

A girl with a ponytail opened Lin Ran's closet door, which was completely empty.

Zhang Yingying stared at Lin Ran: "Now the only thing left to search is your clothes."

The implication was that she wanted Lin Ran to cooperate with the body search.

Lin Ran leaned casually against the cabinet door, a sneer playing on his lips: "Want to search me? I'm afraid not, you're not qualified!"

Even if his underwear isn't on him, it doesn't mean he can let others search him.

If this precedent is set, won't others treat him like an easy target again?

Zhang Yingying stepped forward, casting a shadow over half of Lin Ran's face: "Are you feeling guilty?"

It must be said that such a huge size is indeed very intimidating.

Unfortunately, this sense of oppression had no effect on Lin Ran, who had seen giant octopuses before.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and said coldly, "I told you, you're not qualified."

"What if I insist on searching?"

"That depends on whether you have the ability."

As soon as he finished speaking, the air in the locker room suddenly became tense.

Several girls from the second martial arts class subconsciously took a half step back.

Lin Haozhe interjected at the opportune moment: "Brother Ran, why don't you let her search? Zhang is the city lord's daughter."

He deliberately emphasized the words "city lord," and although he disguised it well, his tone still revealed an undisguised excitement.

Lin Ran glanced at him: "So what? Does the city lord's daughter get to search people's bodies at will?"

"While the city lord's daughter can't arbitrarily search people, the city lord's mansion can order the security bureau to conduct a search!"

A smug glint flashed in Lin Haozhe's eyes, but his face wore an expression of earnest concern.

These words, ostensibly a reminder to Lin Ran, were actually a handing Zhang Yingying a knife.

Sure enough, Zhang Yingying immediately understood: "If you cooperate now, things are simpler. Once the police arrive, the situation will be different."

"Then let the police search us," Lin Ran shrugged, his tone relaxed. "I don't care."

Zhang Yingying raised an eyebrow: "It seems you're quite confident."

"I didn't steal anything from you, so of course I have the confidence."

"Very good!" Zhang Yingying nodded. "Since that's the case..."

Halfway through his sentence, the locker room door was pushed open again.

Qin Hanzhong walked in with a dark face, followed by a middle-aged man in the same instructor's uniform.

Liu Zhengyi, instructor of Martial Arts Class 2.

"What's going on here?" Qin Hanzhong's gaze swept over the clothes scattered all over the floor, his brows furrowing into a knot.

Zhang Yingying declared defiantly, "Someone stole my underwear!"

Qin Hanzhong's face darkened further: "So, did you find it?"

"We haven't found him." Zhang Yingying pointed at Lin Ran: "Now we haven't searched his clothes yet."

Liu Zhengyi stepped forward and said in a gentler tone, "Young man, why don't you let Zhang search you? That would be a good way to prove your innocence."

"What do you mean?" Qin Hanzhong turned his head, his face showing displeasure.

"I'm doing this for this student's sake," Liu Zhengyi said impartially. "Letting him prove his innocence is good for everyone."

Lin Ran met Liu Zhengyi's gaze: "I didn't steal her underwear, I don't need anyone to clear my name."

The burden of proof lies with the person making the claim; the idea of ​​proving one's innocence is utterly absurd.

Liu Zhengyi shook his head: "It was originally a very simple matter, why make it so complicated? Do you really...?"

At the locker room door, Chu Xining and Bai Ruolin squeezed in again, followed by Zhao Meng.

Chu Xining glanced at the scene in the locker room and quickly walked to Lin Ran's side.

"Brother Lin Ran, what's going on?"

"This student Zhang's underwear is missing." Lin Ran gestured with his chin toward Zhang Yingying. "We've searched everywhere else, but couldn't find it. Now you want to search me."

"How could that be!" Chu Xining turned to look at Zhang Yingying, then said to Lin Ran, "How could Brother Lin Ran fall for her? Am I not pretty enough?"

These words hit the nail on the head and were extremely damaging.

With a devoted fan like Chu Xining by his side, how could Lin Ran possibly be interested in a tough, strong woman like Zhang Yingying?

Is Chu Xining's waist not thin enough, or her legs not long enough?

Hmm... my legs aren't as long as Zhang Yingying's.

Standing in the crowd, Zhang Yingying's face alternated between pale and flushed, as if a palette of colors had been spilled: "You, surnamed Chu, what do you mean?"

"Zhang, I think people should have self-awareness." Chu Xining straightened her chest and raised her chin slightly.

The words "self-awareness" clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

It was like a resounding slap across Zhang Yingying's face.

She clenched her fists, her knuckles cracking, then took a deep breath and forcefully suppressed the urge to strike.

"Fine! Since you refuse to cooperate, I'll have no choice but to let the police handle it!"

As she spoke, she turned on her holographic bracelet, preparing to make a call.

Bai Ruolin casually asked, "Is the Public Security Bureau enough? Should we bring the Martial Arts Association and the Special Affairs Bureau as well?"

Clearly, the Bai family is behind both the New Sea Martial Arts Association and the Special Affairs Bureau.

Zhang Yingying suddenly turned to her: "Bai Ruolin, what business is it of yours here?"

"Lin Ran is my classmate, and I trust his character."

Bai Ruolin said calmly, "And even if it were someone else, I don't think you have the right to search someone's body at will."

She paused, then continued, "Even the city lord's daughter is not an option."

Zhang Yingying clenched her molars, her chest heaving violently.

During her three years at Xinhai No.1 Middle School, she always acted arrogantly.

I never expected to be attacked by three people in a row today. Two of them are S-class, and the other is a monster who can even beat Sun Jinghuan.

Unable to win in a fight, unable to win through verbal abuse, and unable to suppress others with force, it seems the only option is to swallow this anger.

"Fine!" Zhang Yingying squeezed out the words through gritted teeth, "I won't let this go so easily!"

She turned and strode toward the door.

"Wait!" Lin Ran's voice came from behind.

Zhang Yingying stopped and turned her head: "What else do you want to say?"

"You've left other students' clothes scattered all over the floor, are you just going to let it go like this?"

Zhang Yingying scoffed, "Other people's business is none of your concern. If anyone has a problem with it, let them come find me!"

Lin Ran was speechless for a moment.

This guy isn't completely brainless; he knows how to deflect conflict.

However, he still has no intention of giving up.

"Wait a little longer!"

Zhang Yingying frowned deeply: "Is this ever going to end?"

She was already quite angry and had no patience to listen to Lin Ran ramble on about trivial matters.