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A teammate cautiously spoke up, "Brother Fei, I think Zhang Yifan is a bit strange... You saw that punch you threw just now, it clearly hit him, but it bounced back on its own, that doesn't make sense... Should we just call it quits?"

"Fine, you son of a bitch!"

Peng Kaifei suddenly turned his head, his eyes reddening, not because he wanted to cry, but because he was so angry that the blood rushed to his head.

"Who does Zhang Yifan think he is! A penniless bookworm, does he dare to put on airs in front of me? This isn't over!"

But he couldn't figure out how to make it end.

Go back now? No way.

Zhang Yifan still vividly remembered the scene where he bounced back without moving an inch. He didn't know if he had stepped in some kind of dog poop or used some kind of clever trick, but the feeling was too real, and he didn't want to experience it a second time.

Besides, we're still in school, there are surveillance cameras everywhere, and there are red banners hanging in the corridors that say, "Thirty-six days until the college entrance exam, be civilized, disciplined, and honest in taking the exam." If he really makes a big fuss, not only will he have a hard time explaining to the long jump team, but Principal Meng will also be in deep trouble.

Peng Kaifei leaned against the wall at the top of the stairs, closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and forced himself to calm down.

Since we can't move during the day, let's wait until it gets dark.

He took out his phone and scrolled to a WeChat profile picture. The profile picture was of an anime boy with a cigarette in his mouth, nicknamed "Tiger Bro".

"Hey Tiger, are you free tonight? Help me deal with someone."

The other end replied instantly: "Who's so blind as to mess with our Young Master Peng?"

"A bookworm. From Class 9, his name is Zhang Yifan."

"A bookworm? You can't handle a student?"

"He's a bit strange. Anyway, bring a few more people and wait for him at the school gate after evening self-study. Don't go inside the school, just go to the alley near the school gate; there are no security cameras there."

The other end sent an "OK" emoji, then asked, "What level are you looking for? Do you need to bring any weapons?"

Peng Kaifei thought about the scene where he had just been launched, paused his finger on the screen for two seconds, and then typed: "Bring a few batons, just in case. After it's done, the barbecue city is on me, and we'll have a complete late-night feast."

"Alright, I'll wait for you at the usual spot after evening self-study."

Peng Kaifei stuffed his phone back into his pocket, his expression finally shifting from exasperation to a sinister certainty.

Seeing his expression, his teammates knew what he was planning, but no one said anything to stop him.

Who in the long jump team hasn't been treated to a meal by Peng Kaifei or ridden in his car?

"He who eats another's food is bound to him; he who takes another's money is bound to him." It's Peng Shao's business who he wants to deal with; at most, they'll stand up for him, but there's no need for them to say anything.

But he still couldn't swallow his anger.

He had to let Zhang Yifan know what the consequences would be for offending Peng Kaifei on this small piece of land at No. 1 Middle School.

He leaned against the stair railing, starting to plan his evening.

Tiger was a hoodlum he'd known since junior high. After dropping out of vocational high school, he drifted around aimlessly in society. He had a few brothers who mooched off him for cigarettes and drinks, and the number of fights they'd been in combined was more than the number of students from No. 1 High School.

He asked Tiger to help, but he didn't believe Zhang Yifan could play it again.

Thinking of the image of Zhang Yifan squatting in the alley and saying to him, "Brother Fei, I was wrong," Peng Kaifei finally smiled, the first real smile of the night.

Meanwhile, in Class 9, Zhang Yifan was doing an English cloze test.

Lin Wanqing, three rows away from him, was slumped over the table, her shoulders trembling slightly, while Zhao Rong whispered words of comfort beside her.

But to his ears, these sounds were just like the sound of basketballs bouncing on the playground outside the window—irrelevant white noise.

Zongwen nudged his elbow with his pen cap and said in a low voice:

"Yifan, I'm telling you seriously, you really offended Peng Kaifei today. He won't let this go. You'd better leave early after evening self-study, or just ask Teacher Fu to take you home. It's not shameful for a top student like you to ask your homeroom teacher to escort you."

"Um."

"Don't just 'hmm'! Peng Kaifei knows people outside, do you know that? Last time, a high school sophomore from the neighboring school got into a conflict with him, and the next day he was ambushed by several thugs at the school gate. He even knocked out two of his front teeth and had to pay compensation to settle the matter. Peng Kaifei didn't even show his face."

"understood."

"You know nothing!"

Zongwen was so anxious his hair almost stood on end.

"How come you can be so shrewd one minute, like a completely different person, and the next minute you act like you didn't hear me at all?"

Zhang Yifan finally looked up from the cloze test and glanced at Zong Wen.

"I heard that. Peng Kaifei knows people outside and might ambush me at the school gate. I should be careful."

He put down his pen, unscrewed his thermos, took a sip of water, and then added slowly, "

"He'd better call a few more people."

"Why?" Zongwen asked, looking puzzled.

"Otherwise, there wouldn't be enough to fight."

Zong Wen looked at him with a "Have you lost your mind?" expression, and after a long pause, managed to squeeze out a sentence:

"Alright, I'll go with you then. If things get bad, I'll call the police for you."

Zhang Yifan continued to work on his problems with his head down.

With less than twenty minutes left in the lunch break, the classroom was filled with a lazy atmosphere. Some people were catching up on sleep at their desks, while others were chatting in small groups about the farce that had just happened.

Just then, a slight commotion arose in the corridor.

The commotion spread from the west stairwell, like dominoes, one classroom after another quieted down, and then another classroom began to whisper.

"Hey, who's that?"

"Isn't that—Shen Zhiyi? What's she doing here?"

"He went to Class 9!"

Zong Wen glanced towards the door, then froze, nudging Zhang Yifan hard with his elbow: "Yifan, stop what you're doing and look up!"

Zhang Yifan raised his head, shifting his gaze from the test paper to the front door of the classroom.

A girl is standing at the entrance of Class 9.

She was wearing the blue and white school uniform of No. 1 Middle School, with the zipper neatly zipped up to her chest. She was tall and had a slender ponytail.

Her features weren't the alluring kind of beauty like Lin Wanqing's, but rather a clean, unadorned kind of beauty.

His brows and eyes were somewhat cold, and his lips were slightly pursed. He seemed to have become so accustomed to the noise and stares around him that he was too lazy to care.

She stood at the doorway, holding a folded lined paper in her hand, and calmly scanned the classroom of Class 9.

"Is that Shen Zhiyi?"

"Nonsense, who else could it be but her!"

"Why is the school beauty in our class?"

"What's she holding? Paper? Could it be—"

"love letter?!"

The moment those two words were uttered, the whispers in Class 9 erupted.

Who is Shen Zhiyi? She is the undisputed school beauty of No. 1 High School and a top student who has consistently ranked first in her grade since the second semester of her first year of high school.

She was beautiful and had outstanding grades. The boys who pursued her could line up from the teaching building to the school gate, but she was never seen to say more than a word to any of them.

She was always alone, either doing practice problems in the classroom or reading books in the library. Apart from exam rankings, she hardly interacted with anyone.

A girl suddenly appeared at the door of Class 9, Grade 12, holding a neatly folded piece of paper in her hand.

In everyone's understanding, there is only one explanation.

"No way? Shen Zhiyi's here to deliver a love letter? To whom?"

Everyone followed the direction of her gaze and looked back.

Then they saw the last row of window seats.

Zhang Yifan?!