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A murmur rippled through the classroom.

Some people muttered to themselves, "It seems that's true," while others tugged at their deskmate's sleeve with a meaningful look, and still others leaned back in their chairs with their arms crossed, waiting to see what would happen.

Zhang Yifan's gaze swept over Zhao Rong's shoulder and across the classroom.

He saw that Lin Wanqing had already returned to her seat.

She lay on her desk, burying her face in her arms, her shoulders trembling slightly, as if she were crying, or as if she was trying hard not to cry.

Several girls were surrounding her; some were handing her tissues, some were gently patting her back, and one was mouthing something towards the door.

Judging from his lip movements, he was probably saying the words "scumbag".

Sure enough, speak of the devil and he appears.

Guo Hao had just told him their plan at the cafeteria at noon, and now, less than the time it takes to eat a meal, the stage has already been set up.

Zhao Rong acted as the gunner in front, while Lin Wanqing acted as the victim behind; their division of labor was clear, and they cooperated seamlessly.

Zhang Yifan withdrew his gaze and looked back at the furious Zhao Rong in front of him, a very faint smile curving his lips.

It wasn't an angry sneer, nor a mocking laugh, but a laugh that came from seeing through all the tricks and finding it all utterly boring.

Before Zhang Yifan could even finish smiling, Zhao Rong had already launched her second attack.

"What are you laughing at?"

It was as if she had found some new leverage over her.

"Wanqing fainted, and you still have the nerve to laugh? Do you have any conscience? Did you cause Wanqing to faint? Just tell me!"

The classroom was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone was watching the scene at the door. Some people even put down their pens, while others quietly took their phones out of their drawers to record the event.

Zhang Yifan did not answer Zhao Rong's question.

His gaze passed over her shoulder and landed on the figure slumped over the desk, her shoulders trembling slightly.

"You're saying Lin Wanqing fainted because I didn't bring her breakfast?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it was loud enough for everyone in the classroom to hear clearly.

"Then I'll ask you a few questions, and you can answer them one by one."

Zhao Rong was stunned for a moment.

To her surprise, Zhang Yifan not only didn't panic and apologize, but instead adopted a posture as if he wanted to conduct an on-the-spot trial.

"First,"

Zhang Yifan held up one finger, his tone as calm as if he were performing a mathematical derivation.

How old is Lin Wanqing this year?

"Ten...eighteen, why are you asking that?"

"Eighteen years old, an adult. Has hands and feet, can walk and run. Second, what time does the school cafeteria open in the morning?"

Zhao Rong opened her mouth, but didn't say anything.

"6:40,"

A boy in the back row casually chimed in, then quickly lowered his head and pretended to be reading.

"Did you hear that?"

Zhang Yifan looked at Zhao Rong.

"The cafeteria opens at 6:40 AM, there are three breakfast shops near the school gate, and the classroom store also sells bread and milk in the morning. Tell me, as an 18-year-old adult, wouldn't she be able to buy breakfast herself without me bringing it? Does she not know where the cafeteria is, or does she not have any pocket money?"

Zhao Rong's expression changed, but she stubbornly said, "That's because she's used to you bringing it for her, and she didn't react immediately—"

"Habit?"

Zhang Yifan repeated the word softly, a sudden chill creeping into his tone.

"Okay, let's move on to the third point. I brought her breakfast for a year. How many times did she thank me during that year?"

The classroom fell silent again.

Several students subconsciously began to recall, and then were surprised to find that they really hadn't heard Lin Wanqing say thank you to Zhang Yifan.

They would grab breakfast and leave, sometimes complaining that it didn't suit their taste, and once even threw the soy milk into the trash can right in front of them because it wasn't sweet enough.

Zhang Yifan hadn't mentioned these things before, and no one had taken them to heart.

Now that he's asked this question, many people suddenly feel: it seems that's indeed the case.

"Bringing her breakfast was a favor, not an obligation. I did it for a whole year, more than enough. Now that I've stopped, she fainted, and you're questioning me? Zhao Rong, what responsibility do you expect me to take? The responsibility for whether someone who has no connection to her eats breakfast?"

Zhang Yifan's voice was never loud, but every word was as clear as a nail driven into the ground.

Zhao Rong's face had turned a deep purplish-red.

Her lips trembled as she tried to refute, but she couldn't form a complete sentence.

Because everything Zhang Yifan said was true.

"And there's one more crucial point."

Zhang Yifan took a step forward, a small step, but Zhao Rong subconsciously took half a step back.

"After Lin Wanqing fainted, I checked with the school doctor. The doctor said she had low blood sugar, which was caused by not eating breakfast."

"But here's the problem: why isn't she eating breakfast? Did I stop her from eating? Did I steal her money? Did I lock the cafeteria door?"

"She chose not to eat, she chose to run on an empty stomach, she chose to endure the scorching sun, and then you come to me and say it's my fault?"

His voice finally rose slightly, but there was still no anger, only a kind of impatience after laying bare the truth to everyone.

"I'm not taking the blame for this."

A few scattered commotions arose in the classroom.

People were whispering among themselves: "Yeah, it's not like someone tied her up..."

"You don't eat breakfast yourself and then blame others?"

The public opinion that had just been unanimously on Lin Wanqing's side is now beginning to crack.

Just then, a deep voice came from the back row.

"I can testify."

All eyes immediately turned to the back row.

Guo Hao stood up.

He was still wearing those black-rimmed glasses, and his round face held a rare seriousness and determination.

He stepped out of his seat, crossed the aisle, and walked to Zhang Yifan's side under everyone's gaze, then turned to face the whole class.

His fists were clenched tightly at his sides, his knuckles turning white.

"I can testify," he said, his voice trembling slightly, not from fear, but from some emotion that had been suppressed for a long time and was finally about to be released. "I heard it with my own ears just now in the infirmary."

Zhao Rong's face turned pale instantly.

"Zhao Rong gave Lin Wanqing a suggestion: to shift the blame for her fainting due to low blood sugar onto Zhang Yifan. Her exact words were—'If anyone asks, just say you didn't eat breakfast today because Zhang Yifan didn't bring it for you. If word gets out, people will only call him petty. Once the rumors reach his ears, he'll have to apologize, whether he wants to or not.'"

Guo Hao repeated the words one by one, his voice not loud, but each word sounded like a small hammer striking everyone's eardrums.

"After Lin Wanqing finished listening, all I heard was 'You're right.' Then Zhao Rong said she would make sure Zhang Yifan couldn't defend himself."

The classroom erupted in chaos.

"Holy crap! Did they record it?"

"No way, was it really a setup?"

"Didn't Guo Hao also pursue Lin Wanqing? He's already testified about it, how could it be false?"

"This is absolutely amazing! It's like the mother of a green tea girl opening the door for another green tea girl; the green tea girl has arrived home."