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Peng Kaifei got up from the ground, his knees covered in two clumps of dust. He looked down at them, then looked up at Zhang Yifan, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He couldn't believe that Zhang Yifan would actually dare to make a move in the classroom.

Yesterday at the school gate was one thing, but that's outside, so not many people saw it.

But now it's the classroom, in front of the whole class, in front of Lin Wanqing.

He saw Lin Wanqing standing in the middle of the aisle, only a few steps away from him.

He almost hit her table when he fell. She didn't help him up or say anything; she just glanced down at him.

His gaze was cold, like he was looking at a stranger who had fallen flat on his face in the street.

Peng Kaifei felt his face burning.

It wasn't shame, it was anger that burned within me.

From yesterday until now, he has never stood up straight in front of Zhang Yifan.

First it was ten yuan, then it was a beating that bounced back, then it was cowering in a corner in the alley, and now it's kneeling and being thrown over the shoulder.

Every time he thought he could get his revenge, he was always beaten down even more.

The fire burned brighter and brighter in his chest, consuming all his reason.

He roared and swung his fist at Zhang Yifan's face.

This punch was no different from the one in the classroom yesterday at noon; it was just as reckless, just as unprepared, and just as easily caught by Zhang Yifan.

Zhang Yifan turned to the side, raised his hand, and used his thumb and forefinger to lock his wrist joint. Then he turned around, bent over, and exerted force.

Peng Kaifei was flipped over the shoulder and, without pausing in the air, crashed directly to the ground.

He landed on his back first, and the back of his head almost hit the corner of the podium.

His limited-edition sneakers tilted upside down for a moment before crashing heavily onto the tiles.

Laughter erupted all around.

"It's falling over again! This time it's flying!"

"Brother Fan's over-the-shoulder throw was so swift! Last time, Peng Kaifei bounced off on his own and I didn't even see it clearly, but this time I saw it clearly—it was an over-the-shoulder throw!"

"Did Young Master Peng not check the almanac before going out today? He knelt down, fell down, and lay down again. This floor seems to have a special connection with you."

Peng Kaifei lay on the ground, motionless.

It's not that I'm stunned from the fall, it's that I don't want to get up.

He stared at the fluorescent tubes on the ceiling, the two tubes shining side by side, their pale white light making his eyes sting.

What are you going to do if you get up? You can't beat them in a fight, you can't win an argument, and even the onlookers are laughing.

He had lived for eighteen years and had never been lying on the ground like this, not knowing how to get up.

Zhang Yifan walked over, stood next to him, and looked down at him.

"Still thinks he's some kind of young master?"

Zhang Yifan's voice wasn't loud, but the classroom had all quieted down, so everyone could hear him clearly.

"Didn't you ask before you came that Principal Meng was taken away by the Discipline Inspection Commission?"

Peng Kaifei's eyes widened in surprise.

He really didn't ask.

He didn't come to school in the morning because a teammate from the long jump team messaged him saying that Zhang Yifan and his group had smashed up the cafeteria.

He exploded when he heard the words "the cafeteria was smashed". Zhou Degui was someone he protected, and the cafeteria was his private kitchen. Smashing the cafeteria was a slap in the face to him.

He put on his shoes and ran to school, thinking about how to deal with Zhang Yifan the whole way, without even asking about anything else.

Principal Meng was taken away by the Discipline Inspection Commission? It was as if a string in his mind had suddenly snapped.

He knew more about his family and Principal Meng's affairs than anyone else.

The donation contract for the stadium contained shady clauses, and his father made him carry the money in an opaque document bag during holidays.

He asked once what was inside, but his dad glared at him and shut him up. He never asked again, but he wasn't stupid.

He knew it was money.

He knew that money couldn't be made in the open.

If Principal Meng is indeed taken away by the Discipline Inspection Commission, all that money will become a ticking time bomb.

"Impossible." He pushed himself up from the floor. "Absolutely impossible."

"Go ask around if you don't believe me." Zhang Yifan tilted his head. "This is no longer a secret."

Peng Kaifei got up from the ground, not bothering to brush the dust off his clothes, and turned to look at the people around him.

Zong Wen nodded.

Several boys in the back row nodded.

Even Lin Wanqing nodded in agreement.

No one refuted it, and no one showed any uncertainty.

Peng Kaifei's nerves snapped completely, and he turned and walked towards the door.

Zhang Yifan reached out and stopped him.

"Get out of the way!" Peng Kaifei tried to push the hand away, but couldn't budge it.

He pushed hard, but it didn't budge.

He looked up and saw Zhang Yifan looking down at him, his face expressionless.

"You've finished cursing and throwing things, and you think you can just leave?"

"You started cursing the moment you walked in, calling me a poor bastard, calling the whole class poor bastards, and you've been doing it for at least ten minutes, haven't you? Now you're leaving without even an apology?"

Zhang Yifan said coldly.

Peng Kaifei was stunned.

There was a moment of silence, then footsteps approached from all directions.

"Yes, apologize!"

"You called me a poor bastard so many times, and you think you can just run away without even a single apology?"

"You, Peng Kaifei, aren't you usually so talkative? Why do you suddenly become mute when it's your turn?"

"You're not leaving today without an apology. Your father's business is your father's business. You should think twice before you start swearing."

Peng Kaifei looked back at the doorway, then back at Zhang Yifan.

He wanted to get angry, but the people around him were so close that he could barely turn around.

He wanted to curse back, but the news of Principal Meng being taken away was still exploding in his mind, and he couldn't spare the energy to organize his curses.

He just wanted to leave as soon as possible and call his dad.

"sorry."

He kept his head down, his voice stuck in his throat, and his lips barely opened.

"What? I didn't hear you!"

Someone in the back row cupped their hand to their ear.

"I can't hear you! Young Master Peng, weren't you supposed to be a loudmouth? How loud were you when you were cursing us poor bastards? Now you're barely audible, like a mosquito buzzing?"

Peng Kaifei clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms, and his chest heaved violently several times.

Then he abruptly raised his head, closed his eyes, and yelled, "Sorry! Okay?!"

After he yelled that, his face turned red to the roots of his neck.

The crowd burst into laughter. Some clapped, some whistled, and some even imitated the operatic style, drawing out their shouts, "That's right!"

Peng Kaifei pushed through the crowd and stumbled out of the classroom.

The sound of his running could be heard in the corridor, his footsteps fast and chaotic, interspersed with a few curses carried away by the wind, before fading into the distance.

Peng Kaifei's footsteps disappeared at the end of the corridor, and the classroom was quiet for about two seconds, then it was as if someone had turned on the valve of celebration.

"He ran away! He really ran away! Did you guys see his expression at the end? His face was as red as a monkey's bottom!"

"Brother Fan, how did you do that over-the-shoulder throw? You just flipped him over like that, and Peng Kaifei flew out like a sack of potatoes! He's on the long jump team, how come he's like paper in your hands?"

"He's more than just made of paper; I felt the floor was harder than his bones when he fell!"

"That's so satisfying! He's been running rampant at school for the past two years, messing with whoever he didn't like. Finally, someone's come to his rescue! Thank goodness!"

Zong Wen squeezed through the crowd and slapped Zhang Yifan on the back with such force that he almost made Zhang Yifan vomit the water he had just drunk.

He was so excited that his face turned red, and he kept chattering to Zhang Yifan, almost spitting saliva onto Zhang Yifan's face.

Zhang Yifan backed away in disgust, urging him to go back to his seat.

Amid the clamor of the crowd, Lin Wanqing stood in the middle of the aisle, being pushed and shoved several times by the students jostling around, but she didn't frown impatiently as usual.

She watched as Zhang Yifan was surrounded by the crowd. Just a few days ago, the boy who had been ridiculed by the whole class as a simp was now sitting right in the center of the crowd.

The sunlight streaming in through the window shone directly on him, making him glow.

Then she thought of Peng Kaifei.

Although she didn't know what kind of deal Peng Kaifei's family had with Principal Meng, she wasn't stupid; Peng Kaifei's reaction just now had already explained everything.

With Principal Meng down, the Peng family will probably be next.

Yesterday she was thinking to herself that although Peng Kaifei was a womanizer, at least he was rich, but today she felt that her thinking was a joke.

Her gaze returned to Zhang Yifan.

He was among the top three in his grade, won 300,000 yuan in scratch-off lottery tickets, led the entire school in smashing the cafeteria and escaped unscathed, sent the principal to the police car, and threw Peng Kaifei to the ground to make him apologize in public.

Any one of these things could have been talked about at school for a month, but they all happened to the same person in less than two days.

She gritted her teeth, took a deep breath, pushed through the crowd, and walked towards Zhang Yifan.