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"Holy crap, you guys brought Qin Yizhu along too? Who are you keeping an eye on?"

A boy sitting by the window asked Luan Ying in a low voice, his tone filled with surprise.

"Who are you talking about?"

Luan Ying, the girl who was with Qian Jing and Jiang Xitong earlier, paused for a moment after hearing this name.

"Qin Yizhu, right? I don't know him, but I know Wang Gaofeng and Peng Niancheng. These two don't usually show up to support others; I heard they only hang out with Qin Yizhu."

After the art student finished speaking, he looked at Luan Ying's reaction and seemed to realize something.

"He wasn't someone you invited? Then what the hell is he here for?"

No, no, no.

Something's not right, I need to moisturize.

As soon as Xu Wanting came in from the back, she took out her phone and started taking pictures of Qian Jing and Jiang Xitong.

Chi Lingyuan saw the flashing lights and raised her hand to make a peace sign.

She seems completely unaware of her current situation.

"What the hell are you filming?"

Qian Jing released Chi Lingyuan, pointed at Xu Wanting, and walked towards her.

"What's wrong with filming your school bullying?"

Wang Gaofeng's voice grew louder and louder as he spoke, and he kicked over the nearest easel and drawing board with a loud bang. At this moment, everyone's eyes were drawn to this group of uninvited guests.

"Why did you kick someone's easel and drawing board when you could just talk?"

Peng Niancheng glanced at Wang Gaofeng and said with disdain.

The empty classroom was silent, except for the sound of their voices.

"Can't I kick it?"

"We're not gangsters, we're not thugs, why are you coming up here and starting to smash and loot?"

"Oh, oh, oh."

Wang Gaofeng righted the easel that had been kicked over, then glanced at the people in the classroom and raised his hand.

"I'm sorry."

This scene was truly absurd and bizarre.

If you ignore their appearance, they really look like clowns hired by a monkey.

Qin Yizhu glanced back at the two of them, said nothing, but simply pointed to the back door.

Upon seeing this, Peng Niancheng walked directly to the back door and locked it from the inside.

As the lock clicked shut, the people in the classroom began to feel a little uneasy.

The meaning is clear: none of those present will be able to leave.

"You fucking don't know who I am? You're that Qin thing, what the hell?"

Qian Jing raised her chin and walked toward Qin Yizhu with a fierce expression.

Qin Yizhu remained silent in the face of Qian Jing's provocation.

He wore his school uniform loosely, his hands in his pockets, and simply lifted his foot, then kicked Qian Jing in the stomach without any expression.

Even with restraint, the other person was still kicked back two steps and then fell to the ground with a thud.

The art students present were all stunned.

This was the first time they had ever seen a man who actually hit a woman.

No one spoke; the only sound was Qian Jing sitting on the ground, emitting painful and faint groans.

Qin Yizhu remained silent.

He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, then pulled one out and lit it.

The people in the classroom dared not breathe, for they could all clearly hear the sound of the lighter being lit.

pat.

The cigarette butt glowed faintly, and Qin Yizhu's expression was nonchalant.

"Open the window."

This was the first thing Qin Yizhu said after she came in.

Sun Yang immediately opened the window a crack.

He took two steps forward and then squatted down in front of Qian Jing.

He took a drag of his cigarette, then slowly exhaled, the white smoke being drawn back into his nostrils and finally exhaled onto Qian Jing's face.

Peng Niancheng, who was leaning against the back door, thoroughly enjoyed watching this dragon dance.

It's a real shame that Qin Yizhu doesn't smoke.

The thick smoke made Qian Jing cough.

Qin Yizhu held her hair with his left hand and a cigarette between his right, then gently patted her face twice.

"Don't just spout off like that. Did you eat your mother's ashes with rice? You're always spouting nonsense."

Qin Yizhu spoke in a calm tone.

What's going on with these two? Why are they bothering with someone else's mother's ashes?

Ash snatchers?

The lit cigarette butt was only two centimeters away from her earlobe, and Qian Jing could feel the somewhat scorching heat.

The cigarette ash was shaken off, leaving a shallow mark on the collar of her school uniform.

He slapped Qian Jing's face, and she couldn't help but tremble.

In the animal kingdom, the fear of predators stems entirely from biological instinct.

She could feel that the hand wasn't using any force, but the sense of oppression was overwhelming.

Who the hell is this? Why have I never heard Zhou Qiming mention him before?

"come over."

Qin Yizhu waved to Chi Lingyuan and Wen Yao.

Jiang Xitong had just let go of her hand.

At this stage, it's no use knowing anyone. A gentleman takes revenge even after ten years. Let's get through today first.

Wen Yao picked up the phone from the ground, and the two walked to Qin Yizhu's side.

"refer to."

Qin Yizhu stood up, her tone indifferent.

"Brother, I came back to get my phone, it's none of my business."

The boy who recognized Wang Gaofeng at first wanted to make a quick getaway.

Damn it, now he understands why everyone says Qin Yizhu is a madman.

Since I came in, I've said a total of four sentences.

These three sentences are for his own people.

Wasn't he said to be reasonable?

Without even asking any questions, they just kicked me. Is that what you call being reasonable? It's more like protecting their own.

Wang Gaofeng pressed down on the door.

"What are you afraid of if you haven't made a move?"

How could he not be afraid? He even beats women, who knows if he'd kick a passing dog too?

"These two, the woman by the window, and the one who pulled Wen Yao in, the one who smashed her phone."

Chi Lingyuan pointed her finger at Qian Jing and the others one by one, which, in the eyes of others, looked like the King of Hell calling out names.

Qin Yizhu then looked at Wen Yao, who was holding her phone and pressing the power button repeatedly until her fingertips turned white.

However, the shattered screen remained dark.

She lowered her head and let out soft sobs.

Chi Lingyuan stood next to Wen Yao, unsure how to comfort her, since Wen Yao had come along because of her.

Qin Yizhu grabbed Qian Jing by the hair and pulled her up from the ground. Qian Jing let out a heart-wrenching scream.

This action made the art students who were originally in the classroom unable to bear watching.

Only after meeting Qin Yizhu did they realize that they were just a bunch of mediocre people.

"I'm a reasonable person. You brought my friend here, pulled her hair—and what else did you do?"

The last sentence was said to Chi Lingyuan.

"He pulled his hair and fell onto the cabinet."

Chi Lingyuan spoke the truth.

"I kicked you too. She's already said so, so let's call it even."

Qin Yizhu looked at Chi Lingyuan, as if waiting for her answer.

That's fine.

Chi Lingyuan felt that Qin Yizhu's kick was quite heavy.

She wasn't the type to hold a grudge even when she was right.

Why did she contact you?

"She asked me to send her the answers to the monthly exam, but I didn't agree."

"Aren't you ashamed? Why would an art student like you copy someone else's answers?"

Qin Yizhu found it absurd.

Wang Gaofeng and his ilk never made things difficult for ordinary students. At most, they would cheat on their papers, and if they got caught, they would just have to accept their bad luck.

"Wen Yao, did that guy touch you?"

Qin Yizhu looked at Wen Yao, who was silently shedding tears beside him.

"Why... why do you always have to pick on me? I've come all the way to No. 2 High School, why do I still run into you... why? What the hell is going on?"

Wen Yao looked up and stared intently at Jiang Xitong. She practically shouted her words, tears streaming down her face, her eyes filled with grievance, confusion, and anger.

She thought that once she got into No. 2 Middle School, she would be able to get rid of these people and her nightmare forever.

But things didn't go as planned; Jiang Xitong haunted him like a ghost.

Previously, he bullied himself; this time, he bullied others, and in doing so, he smashed his own phone.

There are photos of her and her mother inside.

It’s over.

Wang Gaofeng at the front gate and Peng Niancheng at the back gate exchanged a glance, their lips turning down simultaneously, and a hint of helplessness flashing in their eyes.

Qin Yizhu tilted his head and looked at Jiang Xitong, his breathing becoming heavy and his eyes devoid of any warmth.

It's like looking at a dead person.

"No, that's not it..."

Jiang Xitong shook her head in panic. She looked towards the back door, where Peng Niancheng was staring at her coldly.

As she looked towards the front door, there was a sudden knock.

No, it should be said that it was smashed.