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Zhang Yifan pushed through the crowd and peeked inside.

Several people stood under the blue tent, wearing matching red vests with the words "Qihang Repeat Education" printed on them.

One of the young men, with dyed yellow hair, was holding a stack of flyers and looking at the person opposite him with a mocking expression.

Standing opposite him was none other than Guo Hao.

Guo Hao's face turned bright red, veins bulged on his forehead, and his fingertips trembled as he pointed at the blond-haired man.

Standing next to him was Zong Wen, who was holding Guo Hao's arm with one hand and shielding Guo Hao's chest with the other. He kept saying something, his expression was anxious and helpless, and a layer of sweat was seeping from his forehead.

"What do you mean! What do you mean?!" Guo Hao's voice was hoarse from shouting. "I haven't even entered the exam hall yet! And you're already handing me flyers for repeat students! Aren't you cursing me?!"

Dozens of students and parents had gathered around to watch. Several students in school uniforms who were originally queuing to check their admission tickets had stopped queuing and were now standing on tiptoe to look in this direction.

Discussions came from all directions.

"This cram school is so unethical, handing out flyers on the very day of the college entrance exam."

"Exactly, the students haven't even entered the exam hall yet, and you're already cursing them to repeat a year. Isn't that just bringing bad luck?"

"An organization came to distribute [the product] last year, but the parents chased them away. They've come again this year. They really don't learn their lesson."

"You know what, the student who got the flyer handed to him last year actually repeated a year of high school."

"Holy crap, this flyer is toxic."

"Look at that blond guy, he looks like he deserves a beating. If I hadn't come with my child to the exam, I would have beaten him up this morning."

"Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive, the children still have exams to take."

An older woman in a red dress squeezed to the front and yelled at the blond-haired man, "Does your organization have any conscience?! These kids have studied hard for over ten years, and today is their college entrance exam, and you're handing them flyers about retaking the exam? Why don't you retake it yourselves?!"

A middle-aged man wearing glasses chimed in, his tone slightly more polite than the older woman's, but not much better: "Exactly! Your marketing tactics are blatant exploitation of test-takers, a form of moral blackmail. The kids haven't even taken the exam yet, and you're already assuming they'll have to repeat a year. Who's going to take responsibility for that psychological pressure?"

Someone in the crowd muttered, "I know this student. It seems there was a problem with his exam admission ticket yesterday. It was already difficult enough, and now this has happened. He's really unlucky."

Zhang Yifan stood outside the crowd and patted his forehead.

He bent down and squeezed through the gaps in the crowd.

Zong Wen looked up and saw him, and his eyes immediately lit up.

He freed one hand to grab Zhang Yifan's arm, holding it tightly as if afraid he would run away.

"Fan-ge! You're finally here! Please help me talk to Guo Hao, I can't hold him back! Look at him, if I let go, he'll really charge at that blond guy and start fighting. The exam starts in an hour, if he misses it because of fighting, he'll really have to repeat a year!"

"Don't rush."

Zhang Yifan held down Zong Wen's hand and glanced at Guo Hao again.

Guo Hao's fists were clenched tightly, his eyes were red, and his entire eyeballs were bloodshot.

When I saw him cry in the classroom yesterday, Guo Hao was just feeling aggrieved, the kind of aggrieved feeling that comes from being helpless to resist the cruel twist of fate.

It's different now.

It's like a fire that can't be extinguished after someone has repeatedly rubbed it into the wound.

Zhang Yifan said, "What's going on? Explain yourself first."

He initially thought things would be simple.

Guo Hao had a mental breakdown yesterday because of the exam admission ticket issue. This morning, after finally calming down and walking to the exam hall entrance, he was handed flyers by a cram school. Anyone would be furious in that situation.

But when he got closer, he realized that wasn't the case.

The way that blond guy was looking at Guo Hao was strange.

Zong Wen took a breath and began to speak from the beginning.

Guo Hao had already come to terms with it this morning.

He said the worst that could happen is he could repeat a year, but you know, physics becomes geography, what a joke it is.

I've actually calmed down, and when he came to see me this morning, we were chatting and laughing.

As we walked to the school gate, we passed this tent where the blond-haired guy was handing out flyers, giving one to every student who passed by.

When Guo Hao saw that it was a flyer from a cram school, he instinctively waved his hand and said no, and the matter would have been over.

As a result, the blond guy was unhappy.

He forced the flyer into Guo Hao's hand.

Guo Hao said he didn't want it, but Huang Mao said, "Take it, someone like you will definitely need it."

Zhang Yifan frowned.

Guo Hao then asked him what he meant by "someone like me".

Huang Mao said, "You're so fat, and you look dull. I can tell you won't pass the exam."

He said he was doing it for Guo Hao's own good, recommending a repeat study institution to help him prepare early and avoid taking unnecessary detours.

Brother Fan, tell me, is this even human language?

Guo Hao just wanted an apology, but the blond-haired guy not only refused to apologize, but also continued to provoke him.

Guo Hao said, "Try swearing again," and the blond-haired guy said, "Fine, I'll try," and then started swearing even more filthy...

Guo Hao was about to rush forward, but I grabbed him.

After listening, Zhang Yifan glanced at the blond-haired man.

The blond-haired man was also looking at him, with that same mocking smile on his lips, and he even raised an eyebrow at him.

Zhang Yifan looked down at the tent again.

Besides the blond guy, there were four or five other young people of similar age, with hair in various colors, including red, blue, purple, and green.

They stood between Guo Hao and Huang Mao, saying things like "Forget it" and "Don't bother with him," but their expressions were full of undisguised mockery.

These people are not formal employees.

Eighteen or nineteen years old, with brightly colored hair and a nonchalant posture, he looked like a temporary part-time worker.

On the day of the college entrance examination, the person in charge of the organization would of course not personally come to the entrance of the examination center to distribute flyers for repeat students.

This is so unethical; if the parents scold me, I won't be able to get away with it.

Hire a group of young part-time workers; if anything goes wrong, they can simply get paid and leave, leaving the organization with nothing.

Zhang Yifan's gaze passed over the group of brightly colored hair and stopped on a white van.

The van was parked on the roadside about 20 meters away from the tent. The side of the van had the words "Start Your Retake" on it, with a line of text next to it: "Failure is not scary, start your journey again."

A middle-aged man was standing next to the bread cart, wearing a white shirt, with a slightly protruding belly, holding a mobile phone in his hand, looking towards the tent.

He didn't approach, stop, or ask questions; he just watched from afar, a hint of certainty on his lips.

Zhang Yifan understood.

High school graduates don't have time.

With less than an hour left before the first exam, no candidate could afford to waste too much time arguing with someone handing out flyers at the exam hall entrance.

This person in charge is betting on this.

After Guo Hao was forced to leave by time and the crowd dispersed, the blond-haired man continued handing out flyers, and everything remained the same.

An apology? Not a chance.

He doesn't need to apologize; he just needs to wait.

He doesn't even need to show his face; time itself is his best helper.

Every minute this farce drags on, Guo Hao is the loser.

Zhang Yifan withdrew his gaze, looking at the blond-haired man who was still provoking Guo Hao, then at Guo Hao who was clenching his fists and trembling all over, and then at Zong Wen who was anxiously clinging to Guo Hao's arm.

He took a step forward.