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Tiger stood at the very front.

He was half a head taller than Peng Kaifei, with broad shoulders, wearing a black motorcycle jacket, and a faded tattoo was faintly visible on his neck.

He had a cigarette dangling from his mouth, squinted at the boy in the school uniform behind Peng Kaifei, then turned to Peng Kaifei and asked, "This kid?"

"It's him. Zhang Yifan." Peng Kaifei stood next to Tiger Brother. With the support of a dozen or so brothers behind him, he regained some confidence. "This kid tried to show off to me at noon, and even—"

Tiger Brother wasn't interested in hearing the whole story.

He took a step forward, tapped the baton twice in his palm, and looked down at Zhang Yifan:

"Hey kid, I heard you're pretty arrogant? Are all the seniors at No. 1 High School so unruly these days? I'm in a good mood today, so I'll give you a chance. Apologize to Peng Kaifei sincerely. If you have a good attitude, we won't need to draw blood today."

Zhang Yifan neither backed down nor apologized.

He took his schoolbag off, bent down and placed it against the wall with the zipper facing up, and stretched his wrists as he stood up.

"I'll give you a chance," he said. "You can leave now, without any bloodshed."

Tiger paused for a moment, then laughed.

It wasn't the kind of laughter that comes from being amused, but the kind of unbelievable laughter that comes from being provoked.

He threw the cigarette butt on the ground, scattering sparks everywhere.

"Fine, you really don't know your own name anymore. Brothers, let's teach this nerd a lesson."

More than a dozen people moved at the same time.

The baton was raised, cigarette butts flew everywhere, and a cacophony of footsteps echoed through the alley.

When Zong Wen led Fu Kai to the alley entrance, the noise inside the alley had already stopped.

There were no screams, no sound of batons hitting the ground, only a deathly silence.

Zong Wen's legs went weak. He thought to himself, "It's all over. Yi Fan is definitely surrounded by more than a dozen people on the ground."

Then he heard Fu Kai shout at the top of his lungs into the alley, "Stop! Let go of my student!"

At the corner of the alley, a familiar figure made the two freeze on the spot.

All the thugs were lying on the ground, sprawled out like a car accident scene. Some were rolling around groaning while clutching their arms, while others lay on the ground for a long time, unable to get up. The batons were scattered all over the ground, with a few still trembling slightly in the puddles.

Tiger himself sat leaning against the wall, clutching his dislocated jaw, looking utterly bewildered.

The person standing in the very center of the alley was Zhang Yifan.

Unharmed.

The school uniform zipper was still neatly zipped up to the chest, without even a few extra wrinkles.

He was looking down at Peng Kaifei, who was slumped against the wall, his legs shaking like a leaf, one hand in his pocket and the other hanging by his side.

Peng Kaifei leaned against the wall, his legs trembling like a leaf, looking up at Zhang Yifan who was towering over him, his face completely bloodless.

He wasn't beaten; Zhang Yifan hadn't even touched him. He was scared.

He watched as Tiger's dozen or so brothers were all taken down by one man in just a few minutes. The visual impact was more direct and violent than any action movie he had ever seen.

The way he looked at Zhang Yifan now wasn't doubting whether he could beat him, but rather doubting whether he was even human.

"Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!"

Peng Kaifei's voice became shrill and distorted. He desperately kicked his legs on the ground to back away, but there was a wall behind him, and he had nowhere to retreat.

Just as Zhang Yifan walked up to Peng Kaifei and squatted down to say something, he heard a loud shout from behind him.

"Stop! Let go of my student!"

He turned his head.

Two people were standing at the entrance of the alley.

One of them was Zong Wen, who was holding a stack of lesson plans in his arms, his mouth wide open enough to fit a tea egg.

The other was Fu Kai, who was sweating profusely with his sleeves rolled up, one hand supporting his knee as he panted heavily.

Zhang Yifan noticed that he was still wearing the office slippers, and the left one had a cracked sole from running, making a clattering sound when he walked.

Fu Kai stood up straight, panting heavily, his gaze passing over Zhang Yifan and landing on the "corpses strewn all over the ground".

His student, Zhang Yifan, stood unharmed.

Peng Kaifei, a well-known figure at school, huddled in the corner, his body trembling like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind.

Lying on the ground were a dozen or so young men, their batons scattered all over the ground.

Fu Kai experienced the most severe mental breakdown of his life.

He looked down at the cracked slippers, then looked up at the unharmed Zhang Yifan, then looked down at the thugs groaning on the ground, and then looked up at Peng Kaifei, who was still trembling in the corner.

His lips moved for a long time, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Zongwen just said that there were more than a dozen young men with batons, and he almost lost his life running. On the way here, he had already thought about how to negotiate with the police, how to contact his parents, and whether to call an ambulance.

But now he really doesn't understand it.

"Teacher Fu?" Zhang Yifan asked, a hint of surprise in his voice. "What brings you here?"

Fu Kai opened his mouth, pointing at the people on the ground: "This...you...they..."

Zongwen took two steps forward, clutching his lesson plan, his eyes practically popping out of their sockets.

He looked at the battlefield on the ground, then at Tiger, who was lying on the wall with his chin in his hand and looked utterly hopeless, then at Peng Kaifei, who was trembling in the corner, and finally his gaze fell on Zhang Yifan's face.

"Yifan," his voice drifted like a sleepwalker's, "all these people... did you defeat them all by yourself?"

"They struck first," Zhang Yifan said succinctly. "I acted in self-defense."

"Self-defense?!" Zong Wen nearly dropped the lesson plan in his hand. "Did you count how many people were on the other side? Fourteen or fifteen? You beat them all down, and that's self-defense?"

Zong Wen looked down at the people lying haphazardly on the ground and suddenly remembered two sentences Zhang Yifan had said in the classroom that afternoon.

One of the sentences was, "He'd better call a few more people," which he initially thought Zhang Yifan was bragging.

Another line was Zhang Yifan saying, "Otherwise, there wouldn't be enough to fight," which made him think Zhang Yifan was crazy.

Now it seems that Zhang Yifan wasn't the one who went mad.

He looked down at the strongest thug on the ground, who was huddled in the corner, covering his chin, his face covered with an indistinguishable mixture of sweat and tears of fear.

Looking up at Zhang Yifan's expression, which seemed to indicate he hadn't had enough fun yet, she suddenly realized that every memorable moment her deskmate had created today was more explosive than the last.

Fu Kai finally recovered from his shock. He pushed up his glasses, looked at Zhang Yifan, and then at Peng Kaifei.

Thinking back to my slippers that had fallen off and my loud shout of "Let go of my student!", I suddenly realized that I might be the biggest joke of the night.

"Teacher Fu," Zhang Yifan said sincerely, "your slippers are torn."

Fu Kai looked down at the cracked sole of his left slipper and remained silent for a moment.

"...Go back to school first."

His voice had a hoarse quality, a forced attempt to maintain composure.

"Everyone, back to school. Zongwen, take some photos of these things on the ground as evidence, then call the police. Peng Kaifei, stand up right now, stop trembling, nobody wants to eat you."