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Zhang Yifan took a few steps forward and stopped in front of Huang Mao.

He looked down at the blond-haired man still sitting in the chair, without saying a word.

The blond-haired man looked up at him, his smile widening. He slammed the flyer on the table, stood up, and stood up. He was about the same height as Zhang Yifan, but his posture was slouching, with his shoulders askew, like a telephone pole bent by the wind.

"What? You're going to stand up for your friend?"

The blond-haired man sized Zhang Yifan up and down.

"Sure enough, people tend to have similar friends. If your friend seems dull, you're probably pretty much the same."

Otherwise, I'll hand you a flyer. Take a good look at it; if the three of you come together next year, I can give you a discount.

As soon as he finished speaking, his friends behind him, whose hair was dyed in various colors, burst out laughing.

Zhang Yifan wasn't angry.

He looked at the blond-haired boy with a serious expression and tone: "Does your Qihang Retake Program have a high undergraduate admission rate?"

The blond-haired man was stunned for a moment.

His expected scenario was that the other party would either back down and leave, or get angry and take action.

If he takes action, he has more people; if he backs down, it's a good opportunity for him to show off his power in front of others.

The person neither backed down nor got angry; instead, he asked about the undergraduate admission rate in a very serious manner.

What kind of approach is this?

But he was quick-witted. The person in charge had said that if he could get people to sign up, he would get a commission of 500 yuan for each person.

Five hundred yuan is enough for him to buy those Chelsea shoes he's been eyeing for a long time.

He immediately put on a professional salesman's smile, unfolded the flyer, pointed to the few lines of promotional slogans printed on it, and raised his voice so loudly that he wanted everyone around him to hear.

"Of course! Qihang Repetition Program is a legitimate institution with a strong faculty. Do you know how many students got into undergraduate programs last year? I'm afraid it will scare you if I told you."

In short, it boils down to one sentence!

If you don't pass the exam this year, as long as you come to Qihang, you'll definitely pass it next year!

Those who failed the exam on-site, come and enroll in Qihang! Early bird discounts available, group bookings even cheaper!

He spoke with such confidence and conviction that he even waved the flyer in his hand afterward, looking quite pleased with himself.

He felt the publicity was a great success, and that many people would probably gather around him to ask about the registration process, allowing him to earn a commission and buy those Chelsea shoes.

But he didn't notice at all that the atmosphere around him changed after he shouted those words.

What was originally just a group of onlookers in front of the tent has now become more than just onlookers.

The first to react was the middle-aged woman in the red dress.

She pushed aside the two people in front of her, rushed to the front of the tent, pointed at the blond-haired man's nose, and spoke in a shrill voice that made the plastic sheeting on the tent roof shake:

"What did you say? Say it again? Who are you cursing to fail the exam? My child has studied hard for over ten years, and today is the college entrance exam. And you're cursing him to fail? Who do you think you are!"

A girl in a school uniform stood in the crowd, holding a notebook for reciting classical Chinese poems. Her face was flushed red as she pointed at the blond-haired boy and shouted, "You're the one who won't pass the exam! Your whole family won't pass!"

Her classmate next to her tugged at her sleeve and whispered, "They're obviously just energetic young men, not going to take the college entrance exam!"

The blond guy was dumbfounded.

He looked around and found that the entire tent was surrounded by angry parents and test takers.

Some people were cursing, some were taking pictures, and some were recording videos with their phones, saying things like, "They recorded it, huh? Qihang Repetition Institution, they cursed the students to fail the college entrance exam on the day of the exam. Let's see who dares to enroll after it's uploaded online."

The blond-haired man took a step back, and his colorful friends behind him all stopped laughing.

They all quietly took a half step back.

"What... what's wrong with what I said? If you don't pass the exam, you can retake it. What's wrong with that? It's not like you're all guaranteed to fail..."

Huang Mao was still being stubborn, but his voice had lost the confident tone it had before.

"You still dare to talk back!" The woman nearly poked his nose with her hand. "That kid is taking the college entrance exam today, and you're saying he'll have to repeat it if he fails? Isn't that a curse?! Apologize to me! Apologize right now!"

"Yes! Apologize!"

"Apologize!"

More and more people gathered around.

Not only the group of onlookers, but even the students and parents queuing at the school gate in the distance looked over.

Some people stood on tiptoe to look in this direction, while others asked the people next to them what had happened, and after hearing the story, they also joined the ranks of those condemning the attack.

The circle of people shrank tighter and tighter, and the people in the front row were less than half a step away from the table in the tent. Huang Mao and his friends were forced to retreat continuously, almost touching the wall behind the tent.

Just then, a voice came from outside the crowd: "Everyone, calm down! Calm down!"

A middle-aged man squeezed into the crowd, raised his hands in mid-air, making a downward pressing gesture, and wore a smile that was trying hard to remain calm but could not hide his panic.

He wore a white shirt, his stomach was slightly protruding, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The person in charge of Qihang Repetition School finally couldn't sit still any longer.

Zhang Yifan watched him squeeze in and thought to himself, "Finally, he's willing to step forward."

The man squeezed to the front of the tent, blocking the blond-haired man and the crowd, his hands still pressing down, repeatedly saying, "Calm down, it's all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding."

Zhang Yifan looked at him and said, "Are you the person in charge of Qihang?"

The man turned his head and looked at Zhang Yifan.

He recognized the student as the one who had just asked the blond-haired man "what is the undergraduate admission rate?"

This kid is the calmest and the most difficult to deal with among this group.

He nodded and said, "Yes, that's me. What happened earlier was a misunderstanding. That blond guy was a temporary part-time worker we hired. He didn't know his place. I'm speaking on his behalf to you and your friend..."

"Your people were verbally abusing test-takers and disrupting the examination center at the school gate," Zhang Yifan interrupted him, his voice low but every word clear. "And now you're saying it's a misunderstanding?"

Upon hearing this, the anger of the surrounding crowd, which had just begun to subside, was reignited.

The older woman was the first to chime in: "Yes! We can't just let it go like this!"

"The National College Entrance Examination (NCEE) is a national education examination. Disrupting order at the entrance of the examination center is illegal. Your organization must provide an explanation."

Others joined in the commotion, their voices growing louder than before. Some shouted "Call the police!", others "Call the education bureau!", and still others had already taken out their phones and started dialing.

Looking at the scene before him, the man's forehead was covered in a fine layer of sweat, which then trickled down his temples.

He kept wiping his forehead and neck with a handkerchief, which was already soaked with sweat.

He thought it would be the same as before, having part-time students hand out flyers, and that any minor incidents would be dealt with calmly and then blown over.

High school students don't have time to waste with him, and parents don't have the energy to argue with him either. At most, they'll be scolded a few times, and then everyone goes their separate ways.

But today is different.

It seems he's really messed up today.

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