Chen Nian was so angry that his vision went black.

He Qinqin burst out laughing.

This old school is notorious for its snobbishness and male chauvinism. Last time, they even punished the girls by making them clean the boys' restroom, saying that boys have never been supposed to do this. She's been fed up with this lousy teacher for a long time!

Even Du Ling's usually serious face couldn't help but show a hint of a smile as he looked at Yang Qingheng with admiration.

She has no regrets about trying to persuade the principal to let the student return to class.

Although his grades weren't good, his straightforward personality earned him respect even from her, his teacher.

Chen Nian swayed and fell directly to the ground.

Everyone was taken aback.

He Qinqin's face turned pale: "This... could it be that I made him faint from anger?"

Du Ling hesitated, then opened her mouth: "Let's help Teacher Chen to the nearby clinic." It would be terrible if someone died.

Yang Qingheng stumbled and stepped on Chen Nian, hurriedly apologizing, "Teacher, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

With a scream like a pig being slaughtered, Chen Nian clutched his calf, wincing in pain with his eyes full of saline solution.

"Since you're alright, go stand in the corner as punishment. I'll supervise you personally, so that no one will be there to help Teacher Chen if she faints." Cheng Kai's words, spoken clearly, deterred Chen Nian from leaving halfway through the process.

After the two left, the scene suddenly became lively.

"When did you become Cheng Kai's older brother? That's amazing!" He Qinqin's eyes lit up, and she wanted to rush up and hug Yang Qingheng and scream, "From now on, you can do whatever you want at school!"

Yang Qingheng sighed and rubbed her forehead in exasperation: "Still trying to walk sideways? I'm not a crab."

As for why she became the eldest brother, she couldn't say that being in a detention center was a bad thing.

The others looked over in shock, still somewhat confused.

Is Yang Qingheng, such a delicate girl, going to become the leader of the school's troublemakers?

This world is so amazing.

Yang Qingheng was surrounded by a group of people asking her how she became the big brother. Annoyed to no end, she grabbed her bag and ran to the black market as soon as get out of class ended in the evening.

black market.

"Second Master, Boss Yang is here." The underling called out as soon as he saw Yang Qingheng approaching.

Master Xu quickly stood up: "Let her in." His anxious manner was a far cry from his usual composure.

Yang Qingheng nodded, pushed open the door and went in, then smiled at Second Master Xu: "Second Master, you've been waiting for me for a long time."

"Not long, not long." Master Xu poured her tea himself without complaint.

This woman has earned him over a thousand yuan in just one month. She's not a business partner; she's a money-giving goddess. He wouldn't dare complain even if he had to wait an hour or two, or even days.

Master Xu has always held capable people in high esteem.

Yang Qingheng took the envelope from his hand without counting it, and stuffed it into her bag.

Seeing this, Master Xu felt pleased: "Comrade Yang, how about you give us an extra batch of bags next month? The previous batches just weren't enough to meet demand."

Yang Qingheng thought it was a sure-fire deal and would agree without hesitation, but to her surprise, she shook her head: "Second Master Xu, to tell you the truth, it's not that I don't want to give you more goods, it's just that our goods are really in short supply."

Disappointed, but still unwilling to give up, Master Xu pleaded, "Can't you even add a hundred more? Your batch of bags sells so well, we're always out of stock by the end of the month."

“There are no more to add.” Yang Qingheng shook her head firmly.

There are only three people helping to make the bags now, and Sister-in-law Sun also has to manage the delivery, so they are simply too busy to handle everything.

She couldn't find anyone she could trust to join her in sewing bags, so she preferred to earn less rather than take the risk.

These days, the Bureau of Industry and Commerce doesn't take arrests lightly, and Yang Qingheng doesn't want to go to jail.

She suddenly remembered something: "Remember to replace that person watching the stall. He's not quick-witted enough. If he gets arrested, we'll all be implicated."

She was still shaken by what happened last time. Luckily, Tang Bainian was there at the time, otherwise she would be in jail now.

Moreover, the Bureau of Industry and Commerce has been cracking down hard lately, and their black market location has changed twice already. It's always better to be cautious.

Master Xu shook his head firmly: "Don't underestimate Shui Sheng just because he's not very clever. He's a loyal person and would never betray anyone. I think it's actually easier to work with him."

Yang Qingheng frowned, somewhat displeased.

Master Xu sighed: "That kid's parents are gone, and he has several younger brothers and sisters who need to be fed and go to school. Comrade Yang, could you please make an exception for him? Don't worry, I guarantee with my own head that if anything happens, we will definitely not implicate you."

Yang Qingheng breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this, but she didn't say anything more. She just gave a few instructions and went outside.

Yang Qingheng went to her own stall again before buying her vegetables and heading outside.

"Song Hengjue, buy this for me." A familiar voice came from beside her, and Yang Qingheng turned her head to look.

Xu Lan held up a dress against herself and spoke to Song Hengjue in a coquettish tone.

Song Hengjue's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously took a step back: "Speak properly!"

"Is it unpleasant for me to say this?" Xu Lan's eyes flickered slightly as she pursed her lips.

The two flirting and teasing each other were completely observed by Yang Qingheng, who was not far away. She couldn't help but sneer and stare at Song Hengjue's reaction.

"Which dress looks better, this one or this one?" Xu Lan held up the dress against herself.

Song Hengjue: "I don't know."

Xu Lan persisted: "No, you have to choose one."

Song Hengjue frowned and promptly paid for the two dresses.

The stall owner grinned from ear to ear, deliberately saying the nicest things: "Gentleman, you really love your wife. You two are a perfect match, a golden couple."

A perfect match? A daughter-in-law?

Yang Qingheng's face darkened. After waiting for more than ten seconds without receiving an explanation from Song Hengjue, she suddenly laughed in anger and took a step forward, charging forward aggressively.