Chapter 5 A fit of rage for A-face; blame it on this world, how...

Wen Han asked, "System, do you know who called the police?"

"This is beyond the scope of the plot, and the other person doesn't know it either."

The biology teacher continued with the new lesson, so Wen Han had to put these matters aside for the time being.

"Today in class, we'll continue with the first section of Chapter Two, focusing on the regulation of the nervous system..."

Wen Han flipped through the textbook, glancing at the content of the lesson. The lesson was quite fitting; hopefully, Wen Ruo wouldn't suffer any neurological damage from the beating.

“Host, your brother is definitely fine; his brain is not injured.”

"It's hard to say. His brain is only somewhat useful for learning. In other areas, what is his brain actually working?"

"The human cerebral cortex is the highest-level part of the entire nervous system. In addition to perceiving the external world and controlling the body's reflexes, it also functions as a language center, learner, and memory..."

Wen Han stared at the diagram of the human cerebral cortex on the second page and almost burst out laughing.

The system asked curiously, "Host, what are you laughing at?"

"Look," Wen Han pointed to the diagram and showed it to the device, "there are W, V, S, and H areas here, right?"

"Uh-huh."

"Guess what part of Gu Cheng is wrong?"

"Huh?" The system wanted to say that the male lead's top-notch brain could not possibly have a problem, but it had promised its host that it would never say anything good about Gu Cheng, so it could only observe carefully and say, "Hmm, I heard that the male lead's Chinese is extremely bad, is there a problem with the V section?"

“I think he has trouble with A to Z,” Wen Han mocked. “Don’t you believe me? I even doubt if he knows all the letters.”

Fang Songxia sat at the desk in front of Wen Han. He secretly glanced at the teacher, then threw a small piece of paper behind him. He didn't control the angle and threw it onto Jing Yu's desk, where it rolled to the ground.

Jing Yu was about to help him pick it up, but Wen Han felt embarrassed and quickly stopped him, bending down to pick it up himself. As he picked up the crumpled paper and prepared to get up, he noticed that the books on Jing Yu's desk were neatly arranged, and a cell phone was placed on top of them.

His movements froze. Had Jing Yu called the police? But he hadn't seen him take out his phone in the office. Judging by the time, it would take at least ten minutes for the police to arrive, meaning Jing Yu must have called the police before they started fighting.

"Wen Han," the biology teacher said, "what did Fang Songxia write for you? Show it to the teacher."

Fang Songxia lowered her head in frustration. The teacher came over and took the note from Wen Han's hand. Wen Han watched anxiously, hoping that Fang Songxia hadn't said anything bad about any teacher.

The teacher slowly read aloud, "Do you think that guy has a nervous system problem?"

Wen Han and Fang Songxia were truly on the same wavelength; if they hadn't been caught by the teacher, he would definitely be laughing so hard he'd be shaking. Even the system exclaimed, "No wonder you get along so well with them."

Wen Han's biology teacher, surprisingly oblivious, asked curiously, "Pzi, who in your class is nicknamed 'Pizi'?"

The class immediately burst into laughter. Yang Lanjun blushed. Although she liked Gu Cheng very much, she wished he had better grades and wasn't a delinquent.

The teacher didn't connect the p-zi with any particular student. He assumed Fang Songxia had just encountered something unpleasant and asked curiously, "You two students seem quite quiet, so why do you like giving each other nicknames?"

Wen Han and Fang Songxia remained silent. Fang Songxia was afraid that the teacher might suddenly tell the homeroom teacher, while Wen Han was simply unconvinced but dared not talk back. In his opinion, he was a very reasonable person. If anyone was to blame, it was the world. How could there be so many clueless people who made him angry? He had only cursed a few times and hadn't laid a hand on anyone. What crime had he committed?

Wen Han raised his eyes in annoyance, only to see Wen Ruan looking at him with slightly red eyes.

He's been in class for so long and still hasn't calmed down? He looks like a wronged little wife; who upset him this time?

Wen Ruan was deeply troubled. Seeing his classmates and Wen Han "tacitly" mocking Gu Cheng made him feel terrible and sorry for them. Although Gu Cheng had fought, it was because of him that he had gotten into the fight, which made Wen Ruan feel guilty.

If Wen Han knew what he was thinking at that moment, she would only think he was having a fit. Wen Han's attention was completely focused on Jing Yu's notes; the teacher was showing the PPT too quickly, and he hadn't finished copying them.

Jingyu thoughtfully handed him the textbook. As Wen Han was copying, his pen ran out of ink. He realized he had forgotten to buy pen refills yesterday.

Wen Han had no choice but to return the textbook to Jing Yu, who asked in a low voice, "Finished copying?"

Wen Han said awkwardly, "The pen is out of ink."

Fortunately, Jingyu didn't ask him in surprise, like his former deskmate, "You only have one pen?" or pull out his special brand of pen refills for him. Wen Han didn't notice and hurriedly took it. When he asked Jingyu how much the refills cost after school, Jingyu told him they were seven yuan. Wen Han regretted it to the core.

Jing Yu smiled and handed him another pen. Wen Han thanked him softly. He would be able to take a pen from Wen Ruo's pencil case after this class.

He asked, "System, is this pen very expensive?"

The system cautiously replied, "A little."

Wen Han thought about it and decided that for his mental health, he should refrain from asking.

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After class, Wen Han returned the pen Jing Yu had lent him, then walked over to Wen Ruo's desk, opened his pencil case, and as Wen Ruan walked up to him, Wen Han asked without looking up, "What?"

Why did you and Fang Songxia talk about Gu Cheng like that?

Wen Han looked him up and down in disbelief: "Wen Ruan, so you're starting to protect your husband now? You're willing to risk everything for A-Yan?"

Wen Ruan's voice was a bit harsher than usual: "I don't have those feelings for him, but you and Fang Songxia are being incredibly disrespectful."

Wen Han chuckled, "I thought you came to see me because you were worried about Wen Ruo. What, even though my brother got beaten up and ended up in the hospital for standing up for me, do you feel even more guilty for hurting the hearts of those who admire me?"

Before knowing her own fate, Wen Han actually hoped that Wen Ruan and Gu Cheng would be together, preferably like Romeo and Juliet, secretly running away from their families.

Back in her seat, Fang Songxia said with lingering fear, "I was so scared just now. I hope the teacher won't tell the homeroom teacher?"

"No, he should be busy with other things right now."

"That's good." Fang Songxia patted her chest. "By the way, what did Wen Ruan say to you just now? His expression seemed a bit off."

"People feel that we don't respect others."

"ah?"

"It's nothing." It's best to avoid any conflict between Fang Songxia and Wen Ruan.

"Holy crap, come quick!" a student exclaimed excitedly. "Our school's gone viral! The video's all over the internet!"

The students in the class immediately swarmed over: "Brother Zhou is awesome, he actually dared to bring his cell phone to school."

Wen Han also went over. The video playing on his phone was one he had taken in his office earlier. The video was originally posted a few tens of minutes ago, so it seemed that it had been circulated online not long after Wen Han posted it.

Wen Han stared intently at the video. He remembered that Jing Yu's face had been accidentally captured in the final shot, but the video didn't show his face at the end.

It seems Jing Yu really did call the police. He might even have used his family's influence to escalate the situation further.

"Oh my god, this has blown up so much, are they really going to end up in jail?"

"It shouldn't be that serious, just a fight."

Upon hearing this, Wen Ruan's face turned as white as paper.

"Wen Ruan, Wen Han." As soon as the homeroom teacher arrived, the students immediately scattered, and those who had cell phones hurriedly hid them.

"Your father is here."

Upon hearing that Wen Ruo was in trouble, Wen Qingke, who had taken a rare leave from his superiors, panicked and asked, "Teacher, is Wen Ruo alright?"

"It's nothing, it's nothing," the homeroom teacher comforted her. "It's just kids having a disagreement."

Wen Han glanced at her homeroom teacher but didn't say anything.

The homeroom teacher, fearing that Wen Han and Wen Ruan might say too much, pulled Wen Qingke aside to talk at the stairwell.

Wen Han and Wen Ruan were drawn to the sounds coming from the corridor. The homeroom teacher of Class One was also saying something. Zhang Yongqi had his head down. His mother was still wearing an apron and had rushed over without changing her clothes. When she heard that Zhang Yongqi had not only been involved in a group fight but had also broken a teacher's cell phone worth over nine thousand yuan, the mother immediately burst into tears. Zhang Yongqi remained silent. His mother slapped him hard, crying and talking at the same time. Wen Han couldn't understand what she was saying, but she felt a tightness in her chest and turned her head away.

Zhang's mother tearfully said, "Teacher, our family doesn't have that much money right now. We've only managed to scrape together enough money to pay the tuition."

The homeroom teacher of Class 1 sighed: "Zhang Yongqi's mother, you should take Zhang Yongqi to apologize to Teacher Yang Wei. The police said that he is already eighteen years old, and the phone is worth more than five thousand yuan, which meets the criteria for filing a case."

When Zhang's mother heard that Zhang Yongqi might go to jail, she felt dizzy and could only cry and say that her family would be able to borrow money.

Wen Ruan said calmly, "Are you satisfied now?"

Wen Han remained silent, while Wen Ruan continued, "Zhang Yongqi's father and mother are both uneducated. Only his father earns money, and his monthly salary is only a little over three thousand yuan. His mother also has to stay at home to take care of two young children..."

Wen Han asked curiously, "Are you saying this because you think it's my fault? Do you think it's because I filmed the video that he broke the teacher's phone?"

Wen Ruan pursed his lips; he just felt that Wen Han had gone too far.

Wen Han sneered: "I did try to persuade him to think things through. Besides, why didn't he think about his family when he was fighting? He only got what he deserved. By the way, you should listen to the stupid things he said to the teacher, calling her vain. Don't be so shameless as to beg the teacher to forgive him later."

Wen Han didn't feel guilty at all. Anyway, Gu Cheng would definitely help him compensate, and his little brother would be even more grateful then.

Wen Qingke took Wen Han and Wen Ruan to the hospital to see Wen Ruo. Wen Ruo was being bandaged up; there was one on her left arm, and the rest of her body was just bruised. The doctor said it wasn't serious, as Alphas have strong recovery abilities and she just needed to rest more.

Wen Han picked up the medical record. The fracture should be considered a minor injury, right? Can she sue the other party for intentional injury?

"Dad," Wen Han asked, "do you think we should reconcile or not?"

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