Fang Nan felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, and his vision suddenly went black. He collapsed to the ground with a thud.

The scene was deathly silent. Mu Xiaoxiao stepped on the back of his head, but after several seconds of no movement, she was startled and gently kicked his shoulder twice: "Hey, you pervert." Still no response.

The two girls in front turned around and saw a man lying straight on the ground. They were startled and looked at Mu Xiaoxiao in horror.

His eyes seemed to be fixed on the murderer at the crime scene.

Mu Xiaoxiao was now in a difficult situation and could not explain herself. She waved her hands repeatedly, pointed at Fang Nan on the ground, and said in a panic, "I...I didn't mean to. It was him. He stuck his head behind you and tried to harass you, so I hit him."

The two female classmates exchanged a glance. Looking at Mu Xiaoxiao's seemingly genuine expression, they believed her somewhat. One of them hesitated for a moment before squatting down to check her breathing.

Mu Xiaoxiao slowly moved the sole of her shoe away, staring intently at the man's face, which was not pleasant.

My heart skipped a beat, and my hands and feet went cold. Could someone have died?

She almost slapped herself across the face. Of all places to kick, she had to kick her head. Now, even the King of Heaven couldn't save her.

Just as Mu Xiaoxiao was already imagining her life in prison, the girl on the ground sighed, "It's okay, she just fainted. Let's take her to the school clinic."

"What?!" Mu Xiaoxiao was startled, then breathed a sigh of relief. She hurriedly supported Fang Nan's shoulder, and the two girls also came over to help.

Using all their might, they finally got the person to the school clinic ten minutes later.

"You know, adults don't hit the head, and thieves don't steal cattle. Didn't you learn that at home?" The old man touched Fang Nan's bulge, which was as big as a steamed bun, and cursed a couple of times. "If it weren't for the soft soles of your shoes, you wouldn't be here today; you'd be at the police station!"

They're all so reckless.

Mu Xiaoxiao kept her eyes down, not daring to utter a sound while looking at the tips of the shoes.

Fang Nan was surrounded by a buzzing voice. He frowned, opened his eyes in a daze, and winced in pain before his vision could even focus. He reached down and touched a large bump.

Memories flooded back. Looking at the two people alone in the room, especially Mu Xiaoxiao's guilty expression, she immediately understood what had happened. She jumped out of bed in anger, pointing at Mu Xiaoxiao and yelling, "You violent woman! Being a mistress wasn't enough for you, you actually hit someone!"

"Pah!" Mu Xiaoxiao recovered after realizing he was alright, and looked down at him condescendingly, "I hit you, you filthy scoundrel."

"You dare to slander people and call them fugitive criminals? I'm going to sue you! I'll make sure you end up in jail!" Fang Nan was so angry he jumped up and down. He was already humiliated enough by being beaten senseless by a woman, and now she dared to label him like that. He was determined to sue her until she was crying her eyes out!

"You know perfectly well whether I'm slandering you or not. You're practically shoving your eyes up your collar. So many people saw it, you can't deny it even if you want to," Mu Xiaoxiao sneered.

Fang Nan pointed to his own nose, dumbfounded: "I was looking at someone else? Sister, are you kidding me! You were the one who rushed up and kicked me!"

The two men had contorted faces, and their expressions of wanting to strangle each other were particularly terrifying.

A strong male voice interrupted their conversation, and two policemen entered with their badges: "Officers, come with me."

Mu Xiaoxiao was shocked and kicked Fang Nan: "You still dare to call the police?"

Fang Nan looked completely innocent: "Big sister, are you addicted to spreading rumors?"

Just as the two were about to start arguing again, the old man silently raised one hand: "Stop cursing. I was the one who called the police. I'm afraid that if one of you dies tonight, I can't take the responsibility."

Mu Xiaoxiao: ...You bad old man.

Fang Nan: ...There's absolutely no need for that.

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Zhong Yan breathed a sigh of relief after seeing Mu Xiaoxiao leave, and then came out from behind the bonsai.

He walked around the edge of the banquet hall towards the outside, but what he feared most came to pass. Before he even got close to the door, a man holding a wine glass blocked his way.

"Zhong Yan, it's still so early, are you going back already?" It was Liang Shu, the junior brother who was traveling with him.

Zhong Yan pursed her lips and said, "Mm."

"Why are you going back so early? We're all fellow disciples. Are you deliberately trying to avoid talking to us?" Liang Shu smiled, but it looked a bit fake.

He forcefully pulled Zhong Yan inside.

"Come, come, the famous Zhong Yan is here. Put down your wine cups and come over to greet your senior brother."

After Liang Shu said this, the room fell silent for a moment.

They were all in the same major, and they usually fought over school resources. They were also rivals in competitions. Maintaining a semblance of harmony was already the limit. Liang Shu's words undoubtedly brought trouble to Zhong Yan, and everyone's expressions were not very good.

Someone said sarcastically, "So it's Senior Zhong Yan. We haven't seen you all night. What, Senior, do you not want to talk to us?"

Zhong Yan glanced at him indifferently: "Junior, you really overthink things. You must have a lot of design inspiration."

The man was stunned, speechless, for a moment unable to process what the usually taciturn person had said.

Liang Shu wasn't about to let him off the hook, and shouted, "Zhong Yan, I heard Yang Qingheng was looking for you just now. What did she want with you? Did she want you to go to her company?"

"What's it to you?" Zhong Yan suddenly said coldly.

The others chuckled, "Really? You're going to Yang Qingheng's company? There's no future there. You'd be better off going to Senior Xihe's company."

Zhong Yan's indifferent gaze didn't even linger on him for a second: "Instead of wasting time gossiping about others, you should improve your own pathetic abilities." Giving him no face whatsoever, he turned and left.

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