Don't underestimate the poor and elderly; I was thrilled to refuse the class beauty's adva

Now, because of the students who are willing to walk a few extra steps to buy tea eggs from her, she has become a competitor that Zhou Degui must eliminate.

Her only source of income, her stall, was kicked over in public.

The person who kicked her was the principal's brother-in-law.

The onlookers just watched; no one stepped forward, and no one said a word for her.

Everyone has concerns, everyone is afraid to stand out, and everyone feels that "it's none of my business anyway."

But Zhang Yifan wasn't afraid.

He knew perfectly well that if you don't speak up for others today, no one will speak up for you tomorrow.

He did not rush up to confront Zhou Degui directly.

He first walked over to the old lady, squatted down, picked up the last tea egg that hadn't been swept away from the ground, wiped the dust off the eggshell on his sleeve, and put it back into the crumpled plastic bag in the old lady's hand.

The old woman raised her head, her cloudy eyes still brimming with tears. Her lips moved a few times, as if she wanted to say something but didn't know what to say.

"Grandma," Zhang Yifan said softly, "don't rush to pick them up. Sit down for a while, and I'll help you get this place back."

He stood up and turned around.

Zhou Degui had already walked more than ten meters and was pushing open the gate at the school entrance to walk in, chatting and laughing with the helper next to him, clearly thinking that the matter was over.

Zhang Yifan took a deep breath, then shouted with great force, his voice booming like thunder in the morning air:

"Zhou Degui!"

Zhou Degui paused for a moment.

He turned around and saw a boy in a school uniform striding towards him. His steps were not fast, but each step was firm, with hundreds of students watching behind him.

"Who are you? What are you trying to do, yelling like that?"

Zhang Yifan did not answer his question.

He stood in front of Zhou Degui, pointed to the overturned tricycle behind him and the old woman squatting on the ground picking up tea eggs, and asked, word by word:

"What gives you the right to smash someone else's stall?"

"On what grounds?"

Zhou Degui was amused by the questioning tone, glanced back at his helpers, and they all laughed along with him.

"The school has rules! No stalls are allowed at the school gate; it damages the school's image! Besides, who knows if the tea eggs this old lady sells are hygienic? Who's going to take responsibility if you kids get sick from eating them? I'm helping you avoid potential problems, and you don't even appreciate it!"

"You say we can't set up stalls at the school gate? Where are the regulations? Where are the official documents? Show them to everyone."

Zhang Yifan took a step forward, his voice not loud, but every word was clear.

"If you can't produce the regulations, you're just settling a personal score."

"Yesterday the cafeteria was boycotted by students, but today there are long queues in front of the old lady's tea egg stall."

"You felt she was stealing your business, so you brought people to overturn her stall."

"The excuse that you can't set up stalls at the school gate is just that—an excuse! When you overturned that rule, did you have the guts to read the school's regulations aloud to everyone?"

Zhou Degui's chubby face twitched twice, and his lips moved for a long time before he could only squeeze out a few indistinct syllables.

The answer to this question isn't that it's unanswerable; it's that it's too obvious, so obvious that everyone knows it.

There were no regulations at all; he couldn't even produce half a formal document. All he said was just an excuse he made up to fool the students.

"You little brat—"

He couldn't argue with him, so he stopped talking.

His face contorted into a grimace as he took a step forward, and the helpers behind him also stepped forward at the same time, slamming their broom and mop handles into the ground with a dull thud.

This step completely ignited the anger of all the senior high school students present.

Zong Wen was the first to rush forward.

He was closest to Zhang Yifan and was the first to feel that the anger that had been suppressed for two days had finally found a way to break through.

He shoved aside the foreman with the broom at the front and yelled at Zhou Degui:

"We tolerated it in the cafeteria yesterday! We tolerated the steel wool! We tolerated the bugs! We tolerated your misbehavior because you're the principal's brother-in-law! But today you even bullied an old lady selling tea eggs! Are you even human?!"

His words were like a match thrown into a gasoline can.

The students behind him, who were all furious about the cafeteria food, all surged forward.

Zhou Degui's expression changed.

He originally thought it would be as simple as scolding students in the cafeteria yesterday; he would just yell at them and scare them until they backed down.

But this time is different.

The look in the eyes of these dozens of students was completely different from the look in their eyes yesterday when they were waiting in the cafeteria and demanding an explanation.

Yesterday's eyes were filled with grievance; today's are filled with rage.

He instinctively took a step back, his heel hitting the threshold of the gate, almost tripping.

The helper next to him quickly supported him and whispered, "Manager Zhou, let's go inside first and talk inside."

Zhou Degui used the step as an excuse to turn around and run into the campus, with several helpers following behind, not even bothering to pick up the brooms and mops.

Zhang Yifan did not pursue him.

He didn't need to chase after him; Zhou Degui was running in the direction of the cafeteria.

Following behind Zhang Yifan were dozens of students, plus other students who had rushed over after hearing the news, forming a large group of several hundred people.

Their footsteps mingled together, creating a thunderous roar that made the iron fence at the school gate vibrate.

These footsteps carried a long-suppressed anger, stretching from the school gate all the way to the cafeteria entrance.

The cafeteria door was wide open. Zhou Degui had just rushed in and hadn't even had time to close the door when several senior high school boys who were chasing him at the front kicked the door open.

The door hinges let out a piercing metallic screech and bounced twice against the wall.

But just as the first and second-year high school students were about to rush in, several senior high school girls stepped forward and blocked the entrance to the cafeteria, arm in arm.

The leader was a short-haired girl, the senior year student leader.

Normally, no one listens when she manages the morning reading discipline, but at this moment, she stands at the entrance of the cafeteria, her voice not loud, but carrying an uncompromising decisiveness.

"Don't go."

"Why? We don't like it either—"

"If you rush in now, and the school investigates later, you'll be the ones who get punished. We're graduating from high school soon, so we're not afraid."

She glanced back at her classmates, whose faces were flushed with anger, and a faint smile suddenly appeared on her lips.

"This mess is best left to the people who're about to leave. You high school freshmen and sophomores, stand outside and don't lay a hand on us. Help us record this as evidence."

The first and second-year high school students stopped in their tracks.

Some people bit their lips and clenched their fists, standing still.

Someone raised their phone, pointing the camera at the cafeteria entrance.

No one pushed forward anymore, but no one left either.

They stood outside the cafeteria, turning it into an isolated island, using silence and their cameras to provide support for the senior high school students who were charging ahead.

Meanwhile, the cafeteria was in an uproar.