Chapter 7 07

There are a total of 83 posts on the "Dome" forum discussing the name "Elaeagnus von Schück".

From the day he enrolled until their official meeting, unbeknownst to Tan Quelu, these high-and-mighty young masters had already thoroughly investigated his cyberbullying. There weren't many posts on the forum that actually mentioned his name; most of the time, he was referred to as "that super-innocent special admission student."

"That innocent-looking liar"

"That arrogant Ling Qinglai..."

"That's the person Young Master Zhong specifically wanted to mess with."

Students at St. Weston School look down on the poor, but they don't deny that discussing the Green Colour objectively reflects their views. As of last night, the most-reviewed related post was—

"How about we slash that cheapskate's face to pieces?"

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1L: Wow, you're getting better at grasping the key points, I agree!

"2L: Agreed +1, isn't he just using that face to deceive people? Maybe he'll learn to be honest when his face rots away ^_^"

"3L: I noticed him on the day I enrolled. He has a very eye-catching appearance. Even dressed like that, he stood out from the crowd at the school gate."

"4L: Who are you calling a bunch of chickens? Do you want a beating?"

"5L: His face must be all he has, right? Maybe he can use that face to curry favor with everyone in the future. How terrifying, such a liar whose true nature is completely opposite to his appearance."

"6L: Maybe it's photoshopped? It just doesn't seem like a place like Lingqing could have such a gem. What are the people at the Seagull Welfare Home doing? Why don't they send her to Vis City to be a model?"

"7L: And then you used your power to take her down? Haha, you're overthinking it. She was Zhong Wan's prey."

...

"134L: Are you guys sick? You've been discussing how to win him over a hundred times. Are you sexually repressed?"

"135L: So, should I cut my face or not? It feels like such a waste... Should I use a knife or a shard of glass?"

"136L: What about Zhong Wan? We'll have to ask him, he's the one who transferred here."

...

"165L: Don't touch him."

I'll talk about it after I've had enough fun.

"166L: OK"

"167L: Young Master Zhong has the final say~"

...

Before today, the students in Class 1-A at St. Weston thought this was just another ordinary prank.

Having witnessed too many of the pathetic displays of desperation by impoverished special admission students, Tan Quelu's innocent and pure face has become an advantage, a reward that stimulates and raises the bar.

Zhong Wan felt the same way. Anyone who dared to lie to him would have to pay a heavy price.

Until Tan Quelu said those words with a smile.

"Wow..." Wei Zhiyan laughed out loud, looking at Tan Quelu with great surprise, and said in a stimulating manner, "Not bad, little Green Sparrow. Awan is known for her bad temper. You are really brave."

For the first time in his life, Zhong Wan was called a stupid dog. He was furious, but instead of being angry, he stared at the other person with shock and coldness. The person who insulted him, on the other hand, looked completely unconcerned.

Tan Quelu looked up and pointed to the bucket hidden in the classroom door: "Playing such low-class tricks... Zhong Wan, aren't you being a bit too silly?"

In the original story, the protagonist also received a tough start from F1 after transferring to Class A.

A bucket of dirty water mixed with ice fell from above, soaking him to the bone. He tried to change his clothes but bumped into the teacher who was coming to class. The teacher didn't say anything, but made him stand in the air conditioner vent for the entire morning as punishment.

The protagonist barely managed to stay awake until the end of get out of class, his face pale as he tried to return to his dormitory, when F1 kicked him hard from behind and plunged him into the lake, nearly drowning.

The students in Class A sat by the floor-to-ceiling windows admiring the view, took photos, and uploaded them to the forum, posting them in the photo section that only specially admitted students could access.

"Hilarious! Come look at this mangy dog ​​struggling to climb ashore after falling into the water, hahaha!"

What a wicked group of people.

Even a merciful God would not forgive.

Seeing Tan Quelu's expression, the system's alarm bells blared: [Host, we...we only have one chance to rewind! Please don't bother with these people!]

They are all bad people. Nuwa, God, Buddha, Satan, Genshin Impact, Tencent, NetEase Cloud Music, and Yao Runhao will all punish them for you! Don't be angry!

"I'm not angry, don't worry."

The system was terrified and dared not relax; Zhong Wan's head, which had been rotated 180 degrees, was still vivid in its mind's eye.

But Tan Quelu calmly turned her head and glanced at the teacher who appeared on the other side.

It's 7:58, two minutes until class starts.

Tan Quelu stood outside the classroom door, watching Qin Cheng, the snobbish old man from the original story, walk up to her. Her cloudy eyes scanned the brand of her backpack. Upon discovering it was a cheap bag, Qin Cheng acted as if he hadn't seen her, continuing his unsteady gait towards Class A as usual.

If you don't arrive at the classroom to clock in by 8 o'clock, you will lose credits. At St. Weston, credits are the most important indicator for special admissions students to graduate, without exception.

That old bastard Deng wouldn't even give a single reminder.

A smile appeared on Tan Quelu's pure face as she slowly turned her head to look at the blond boy in the classroom.

Their eyes met.

Zhong Wan stared coldly into Tan Quelu's moist eyes, about to utter a chilling threat.

The boy suddenly blinked, smiled at him with his handsome face, and looked both obedient and innocent.

Zhong Wan lost her composure for a second.

One second later.

The sound of rushing water startled him awake.

Wei Zhiyan bumped his shoulder hard, his voice casual: "Awan, what are you standing there for... Qin Cheng is soaked!"

Zhong Wan was taken aback.

The rich aroma of tea filled the air and wafted into my nostrils.

Tan Quelu was surprised to find that Zhong Wan had prepared iced green tea for her instead of dirty water with ice.

The kind with jasmine petals.

The system exclaimed: "[Excellent tea, truly excellent tea!]"

Qin Cheng stood at the classroom door, his sparse, graying hair soaked and clinging to his ears, his head and face covered in fresh, expensive green Longjing tea leaves. His thin body trembled, water dripping from his eyebrows and jasmine petals falling from them, making him look particularly comical.

He stared in disbelief at the bucket lying at his feet, and roared in anger and shock, "Who did this? Who did this?! Come out here!!"

He's old, not dead!

"Nobody's talking about it, right? I need to check the security footage! Where's AI assistant Eden?!"

Zhong Wan: "......"

Old Deng, soaked to the bone, rushed to the monitoring room and went berserk.

With light steps, Tan Quelu crossed the tea-scented puddles and F1, and gracefully entered Class A, stepping onto the wide and bright lecture platform.

The entire room fell silent.

Xia Xing stood behind him, her gaze blank and conflicted.

[—On Peacock Green.]

The huge floating screen is filled with sharp and beautiful fonts.

Tan Quelu put down the smart pen, turned around, and smiled at everyone: "Hello everyone, my name is Tan Quelu."

"It's nice to meet you all."

......

Tan Chulü's transfer journey became short and safe.

The consequences of the failed showdown were beyond everyone's expectations.

Qin Cheng is sick, very sick.

That morning, he was so angry that he lost his mind. He ran into the monitoring room, soaking wet, determined to find the surveillance footage that Zhong Wan had already deleted. With the air conditioner blowing cold air directly on his head, he couldn't find the footage. He then tried to run to the security's main monitoring room to restore the data, but on the way, he accidentally tripped over a tree branch and fell headfirst into the lake next to the classroom.

By the time he was rescued, Old Deng was barely breathing.

After being admitted to the ICU two or three times, he finally pulled through the cracks. A teacher's life is a little more precious than a student's, but only a little.

Qin Cheng came from a middle-class family and only got into St. Weston after spending money to improve his resume when he was over fifty. After years of maneuvering, he paid a high price to get in touch with Class A. He didn't teach any subjects; he just regularly explained anecdotes about famous people every Monday, his role being to entertain the young masters.

So his family couldn't even get near the school gate, let alone cause trouble in St. Weston.

Qin Cheng lay in bed for a full week, finally managing to regain some physical function on a sunny afternoon. The day after he was discharged, he was fired, packed his things, and left the school where he had worked for many years, alone in a wheelchair.

Tan Quelu did not see him a second time.

During this time, Zhong Wan was called back to the Zhong family home by his father.

Of course, it wasn't because he almost killed the teacher.

"Idiot, the school gave the surveillance footage to your grandfather a long time ago. You think he didn't know? He just didn't say anything! You've made so many mistakes even with such a small matter. Do you want Zhong Niankang to make our whole family laugh to death?!"

In the spacious and bright living room, Zhong Niangui stared at Zhong Wan with a gloomy expression, and slapped her across the face, wishing he could beat this troublesome son who was always making trouble and still couldn't understand anything to death!

Zhong Wan's expression was icy. She grabbed his wrist and sneered, "Zhong Niangui, you still want to hit me? You dare to?"

"you!"

The teenager, who had just come of age, was already very tall. His body, which had been involved in extreme sports for many years, was exceptionally strong. Unlike when he was a child, he could only be beaten up by one side no matter how stubborn he was.

He easily subdued his father. When Zhong Niangui met Zhong Wan's eyes, he suddenly noticed that his face was full of contempt and sarcasm towards him.

When did his son start to feel only hatred towards him?

Zhong Niangui was momentarily stunned, then flew into a rage: "You unfilial son! Just because your mother isn't here, you think you're all over the place?! What kind of future do you have if you listen to women? I'm your father!"

Zhong Wan gave a slow, sarcastic laugh.

He raised his hand and suddenly, without warning, slammed his fist down hard! With a bang, Zhong Niangui fell to the side of the sofa, his left cheek instantly swelling and bleeding, and a sharp roaring sound rang in his ears.

The blond boy lowered his eyes and stomped hard on the man's face.

"If you dare to use the lie about my mom jumping off a building to trick me back again, I'll make you really jump off a building and die."

With a loud clang.

Zhong Niangui's foul language, broken in voice, was shut out by the slammed door.

The blond boy quickly mounted his motorcycle and left. Before leaving, he kicked the butler hard, giving him a cold and menacing warning: "Send the video of him going to the club last month to Grandpa. Also, if he makes the same mistake again, you know the consequences."

"Yes, yes, young master."

The butler was pale and kept apologizing. Even after the figure roared away and disappeared down the street, he maintained a bow of more than ninety degrees, not daring to relax for a moment.

......

Zhong Wan was so annoyed she wanted to kill someone.

This week, first his mother grabbed him and cried, questioning him with the same questions she had asked countless times. Later, he finally managed to get the housekeeper to send him to a temple for a hot spring vacation, and his uncle then sent him a consoling gift. His father was provoked and cursed his mother, saying he would trick her into coming back even if it meant death.

Everything changed years ago, after they cautiously stepped into the Zhong family's home.

His dad, his mom, and him.

They all became neither human nor ghost.

The negative emotions in Zhong Wan's heart were like a demon, howling and threatening to devour everything. He recklessly charged through the streets, the wind in his ears like Satan's frantic applause, prompting him to smash over any stalls, vehicles, and decorations he could see, in order to vent his violence.

Passersby fell and screamed in terror, but Zhong Wan was still not satisfied.

He suddenly thought of a face.

A pure, innocent, yet hateful face.

They should have lived a miserable and lowly life, yet they were dignified and confident, without a trace of the poverty one would expect. Standing on the podium in the same school uniform, they were even more noble than the group of true young masters below.

Everyone can be happy, and everyone can be happier than him.

Why? Why? Why?

He wanted to tear the smile off that face, to fill those innocent eyes with agony. He wanted him to be worse off than him, his face streaked with tears, whimpering like a dog, and then kneeling at his feet, begging for mercy.

Blue flames shot from the tail of the black motorcycle as it roared and sped toward St. Weston.

Zhong Wan kicked open the door to the monitoring room. When the staff saw it was him, they didn't dare to say a word and let the blond boy scan their irises to begin the search.

—The Sky Eye system in St. Weston is produced by the Eden Group. It is divided into levels, and the highest level students can simply enter their student ID number to allow the monitoring system to recognize their faces and lock onto them.

083 is the last digit of Tan Quelu's student ID number.

Didi.

The electronic screen flashed, locking onto the target.

-

Inside the basketball stadium.

Wearing a scorer's uniform, Tan Quelu looked down, opened Weibo, and found that yet another idiot man had liked her post.

This person even left a comment.

User tqlhpl: [What to do, I miss you so much today, I even accidentally dropped my new phone and cracked the screen.]

Users are strongly commenting: "I've quit my job to stay home full-time and take care of my phone."

"..." Tan Quelu was speechless.

This guy's insane!

Suddenly, he discreetly put away his phone and blinked: [System, check the surrounding surveillance footage. It seems someone is watching me.]

The system, bewildered, complied.

A few seconds later, it exclaimed in alarm: [Host, the Sky Eye camera in the upper left corner is watching you! It must be F1 Zhong Wan, what should we do? He's going to come and beat someone up like in the original story!]

"There's nothing we can do."

what to do.

Tan Quelu saw him as a stupid dog turned into a mad dog.

They rushed over to find a fan.

A note from the author:

Wei: I'm a vigilant observer of the lives of "green tea" girls every day!