Sheng Yan was unaware that he had been branded with the shameful charge of "verbally enticing law enforcement officers." He simply looked at the slender, upright figure under the streetlight and thought that this person was truly shameless.

Aside from the group of girls at school who believe beauty is everything and have somewhat extreme tastes, who cares about or loves him?

But what's he doing here?

It was as if they knew I was going to skip class.

The positioning was so precise.

Sheng Yan turned his head to look at his two friends inside the wall who weren't quite right in the head.

Zhu Peng and Gou You, who were inside the wall, quickly shook their heads to show that they were not the mole.

I doubt either of them would have the guts.

Sheng Yan withdrew his gaze and nimbly leaped down from the top of the wall.

It landed a little closer than expected, just in front of Qin Zigui. Then, right in front of Qin Zigui, it bent down, picked up its schoolbag, turned around and left without even giving Qin Zigui a second glance.

It was full of provocation and contempt.

Qin Zigui seemed to have gotten used to his attitude, his expression remained unchanged, his pen moved as he spoke in a flat tone: "Sheng Yan from Class 6 of Grade 11, skipped class without reason, climbed over the wall and left the school, five points deducted from his conduct score."

They can deduct points from your conduct score.

Sheng Yan never paid any attention and continued to turn his head without looking back.

Qin Zigui didn't stop him, and slowly turned to the next page, continuing to write: "Zhu Penggou from Class 6 of Grade 11 skipped class without reason, climbed over the wall to leave school, and secretly brought a cell phone during evening self-study..."

Sheng Yan, who hadn't turned his head back, suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He turned to look at Qin Zigui: "What do you mean?"

Qin Zigui: "It doesn't mean anything."

Sheng Yan said irritably, "It's my business if I climb over the wall, it has nothing to do with them."

Qin Zigui did not deny it: "If you go back the way you came now, then it really has nothing to do with the two of them."

Sheng Yan: "..."

threaten.

A blatant threat.

He doesn't care if he breaks school rules and regulations, but Zhu Peng and Gou You will definitely get a scolding from their families because Sheng Yan can't bring himself to drag his good brother into this.

But he couldn't bring himself to submit to Qin Zigui.

Sheng Yan couldn't make a decision for the time being, and feeling that he couldn't lose face, he glared fiercely at Qin Zigui, trying to frighten the other party.

Yeah, I'm terrified.

It was as frightening as a three-month-old leopard.

Qin Zigui glanced at it and then casually lowered his eyes: "The duty records will be sent to the Academic Affairs Office tomorrow morning. You can handle it yourselves."

Once the duty record is sent to the academic affairs office, it will be included in the student's file and used as a reference for the daily performance score in the independent enrollment of some universities. It is not as simple as just having points deducted for conduct and being scolded.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Peng and Gou You on the other side of the wall immediately began banging on the wall and wailing.

"Brother Yan! Calm down! Don't be impulsive! Think about the lives of our brothers!"

"Yeah! Brother Yan! Beating up those idiots is always a good idea. Calm down, come back first, and we'll discuss this further!"

"I'm already lying face down on the ground, making sure not a single speck of dirt gets on your esteemed feet!"

"If your hands hurt from using VPNs, you can also try my Gou family's exclusive massage therapy!"

"Come back, Brother Yan!"

"elder brother!!!"

Sheng Yan, who had originally wanted to have a good fight with Qin Zigui, listened to the two's wails and said: "..."

Do you have no backbone at all?

But even if he's spineless, he's still a brother I picked up. What else can I do but accept him?

However, one cannot lose face.

Sheng Yan raised his chin, raised an eyebrow at Qin Zigui with a hint of malice: "Fine, I'll let you off the hook today for Zhu Peng and Gou You's sake, but there won't be a next time, or I'll show you who the real boss is."

He was 1.8 meters tall with strikingly handsome features. When he raised an eyebrow at Qin Zigui, the corners of his eyes slanted upwards, conveying a defiant and menacing look.

Qin Zigui was exactly seven or eight centimeters taller than him, and when he lowered his eyes to meet his gaze, he exuded a natural sense of pressure.

Sheng Yan, unwilling to accept defeat, secretly lifted his heels slightly, raised his head and puffed out his chest, trying to boost his own morale.

Their eyes met directly, and war seemed imminent.

Then Qin Zigui said calmly, "Yes, you're the boss."

Sheng Yan snorted coldly: "Useless... huh?"

"You're the boss, so go back."

Qin Zigui closed the notebook, put one hand in his pocket, and looked coldly at Sheng Yan, showing no emotion whatsoever.

The battle was won easily: "..."

Damn, what's with the feeling of being even more frustrated?

It feels like a couple arguing. The girlfriend is all high and mighty, ready to give a serious argument, but the guy just casually throws out a "You're right," effectively shutting down everything else. His attitude is visibly perfunctory and insincere.

But judging from the words alone, it seemed like the other party was making concessions. If I continued to argue, I would seem particularly ungrateful and unreasonable, so I could only hold back.

Sheng Yan was about to suffocate.

But he couldn't just walk away, after all, no matter how bad Zhu Peng and Gou You's brains were, they still had two lives on their hands.

After a moment of silence, he ground his teeth and sneered, "Fine, just acknowledge me as your boss, my good little brother."

The last three words were pronounced with a slight emphasis, conveying extreme provocation and sarcasm.

Then he took off his backpack and threw it into the wall, lightly leaped up, and flipped over, leaving the other party no chance to retaliate.

The loose black T-shirt billowed in the wind with her light and agile movements, revealing a slender and strong waist and clearly visible dark bruises on her fair skin, which stood out under the streetlights.

Qin Zigui narrowed his eyes slightly, leaned back against the streetlight, and stared at the spot where the figure had disappeared, as if he was thinking about something.

After a while, he tore off the last page he had written on, crumpled it into a ball, casually threw it into the trash can, and slowly walked away in the opposite direction from the school gate.

·

After Sheng Yan climbed back inside the wall, his mood was clearly not good.

With pursed lips and cold eyes, he walked quickly back to the classroom without saying a word. Then he pulled out a chair, sat down, leaned back, propped up one long leg, and remained silent for a while before saying, "Gou You."

Two words that evoke a sense of desolation.

Gou You was so startled that he jumped up on the spot: "W-what's wrong, Brother Yan?"

"Give it to me."

Sheng Yan leaned back in his chair without turning his head, but simply raised his left hand, stretched it out in front of Gou You, and hooked his fingers together twice.

Gou You was slightly taken aback: "What?"

Sheng Yan said expressionlessly, "That book that sends the student council president to a nightclub to be a gigolo."

Gou You: "..."

It seems we've finally come to this point.

He respectfully placed the thick, yellow-covered book in Sheng Yan's palm: "The writing is terrible, there's no logic, but it's incredibly addictive."

Whether or not it gets to you is not important; what matters is that the student council president suffers a terrible fate.

Sheng Yan, with a blank expression, took the book and began to read it.

Indeed, as Gou You said, the writing is terrible and illogical.

In the early stages, the protagonist, a poor student, suffered terribly, constantly being bullied by the seemingly respectable but scheming, treacherous, and ruthless student council president.

Sheng Yan grew angrier and angrier as he read, and was so angry that he was about to turn his life around for the first time after the protagonist found the wishing system, when someone suddenly called out to him from behind: "Sheng Yan".

Sheng Yan turned around and found himself to be Chen Yubai, the vice class monitor and current head of the student union's discipline inspection department.

Chen Yubai handed him a bag: "This is for you."

Upon opening the bag, one finds a bottle of iodine solution, a bag of cotton swabs, and a box of medicine for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis.

Sheng Yan raised an eyebrow: "Who gave it to you?"

Chen Yubai leaned against the door frame: "Just consider it the student council showing their care."

When did the student union start offering this service again?

Sheng Yan was suspicious and was about to ask when he caught a glimpse of the kraft paper notebook that Chen Yubai was holding in his other hand. The cover had four red characters in regular script: Duty Record.

He raised an eyebrow slightly: "How did this thing end up with you?"

Chen Yubai glanced at it in the direction of his gaze, then held up the notebook: "You mean this? It's been with me all this time."

Sheng Yan: "?"

Weren't we just with Qin Zigui?

"Qin Zigui gave it to me after checking your class's evening self-study session. I covered the rest of the shifts for him, so it's been with me. What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

Chen Yubai didn't know why Sheng Yan suddenly asked this, but he noticed that the expressions of the three people at the back door suddenly became subtle.

Sheng Yan steadied himself and asked, "How many of these duty logs do you have?"

Chen Yubai didn't think much of it: "Just one copy, hand it in to the academic affairs office right away."

Sheng Yan: "..."

So what exactly was that bastard Qin Zigui who stood behind the wall pretending to write for so long?

And they even said to submit the duty records to the academic affairs office tomorrow?!

So, he used a fake duty certificate to get himself arrested?!

Are they treating him like an idiot?!

Sheng Yan slammed his hand on the table, stood up, and strode out.

Chen Yubai asked, "Where are you going?"

"Class One, look for Qin Zigui."

Sheng Yan didn't even turn his head.

Chen Yubai leaned against the door frame and slowly tossed out a sentence: "He's not at school."

Sheng Yan turned around: "?"

Chen Yubai explained, "He was going to attend an informatics competition training course, so the weasel gave him a leave slip, saying he didn't need to attend evening self-study and could go out as he pleased."

Sheng Yan: "??"

Weasel is their head of discipline. Because his real name is Huang Shuliang and he calls them "little chicks" every day, people affectionately call him Weasel. He is very strict about discipline, especially when he sees Sheng Yan, his forehead will automatically start smoking and he will turn on his angry mode.

They were extremely indulgent towards Qin Zigui.

Qin Zigui, that old schemer, actually took advantage of Huang Shuliang's favoritism, both nagging and threatening him, just to prevent him from skipping this evening self-study session, while he himself happily took the leave slip and wandered the world.

What a cunning, treacherous, and rotten old fox!

Sheng Yan was furious. He grabbed an art knife from the table and rushed out.

Startled, Gou You quickly grabbed him around the waist and pulled him back: "Calm down, Yan-ge, let's calm down. Killing won't solve anything. Think about it, tomorrow is your birthday, and you'll be on vacation in just half a month. For the sake of your wonderful seventeenth year and your wonderful summer vacation, let's bear with it!"

Yes, just bear with it.

Sheng Yan held the art knife and took a deep breath.

If she doesn't hold back now, Qin Zigui will find a way to use her against her and accuse her of something. Then Ms. Xu will sign her up for seven or eight more tutoring classes, and she won't be able to live like this anymore.

So he endured it, endured it until summer vacation, when all was quiet at night, under the cover of darkness, when he was all alone with his partner, and then he slit his throat to end that bastard's life.

Thinking of this, Sheng Yan seemed to calm down, sat down again, opened the yellow novel in front of him, and began to read calmly, telling himself that taking a step back would open up a vast sky, and that patience would bring peace.

Chen Yubai raised an eyebrow, as if he understood something, and then slowly left the back door of Class Six.

The classroom fell silent again, with only the rustling of pages turning.

One page, two pages, three pages...

Page 34, page 35, page 36...

Damn it, I can't take it anymore!

He won't let this go until he gets to the bottom of things with Qin Zigui today!

The more Sheng Yan thought about it, the more he felt he was losing out. The more he tried to hold back, the angrier he became. Finally, he shoved everything on the table into his backpack, swung the strap, and turned and left the classroom.

Before Gou You and Zhu Peng could even stop him, they watched helplessly as he disappeared quickly at the end of the corridor.

He was tall and had long legs, so he walked very fast, skillfully scaling the wall, crossing a tree-lined street, and heading straight into a high-end residential area.

Sheng Yan was spoiled since childhood and had little self-care ability. Ms. Xu was very worried about him, so she left the old house across the river vacant and bought a large duplex in the most expensive building next to the school, and enrolled him as a day student so that she could take care of him nearby.

Qin Zigui's mother passed away early, and he grew up with his aunt and uncle. His aunt and Sheng Yan's mother were very close friends and used to being neighbors. Qin Zigui and he had always attended the same school, so they moved here together.

With two households per floor and doors facing each other, if the load-bearing wall were removed, it would be no different from a single family.

Sheng Yan used to think it was convenient.

Later I found it annoying.

Now I feel that it's still more convenient.

For example, in this situation, you could go home early and block Qin Zigui here, leaving him with nowhere to escape.

Anyway, if I don't find out today why Qin Zigui knows I'll skip class, why he knows when and from where I'll skip class, and why he has to block me outside the school, threaten me, and even lie to me to prevent me from skipping class, I'll write the name Sheng Yan backwards!

Standing in the elevator, Sheng Yan grew increasingly frustrated, convinced that he couldn't afford to lose this confrontation.

So, facing the gleaming elevator door, he tidied his hair and appearance, raised his chin, squinted his eyes, and tried different angles to find the fiercest and most imposing expression.

He tilted his left cheek twenty degrees, raised his chin thirty degrees, arched his eyebrows, and slightly curled the corners of his lips in a half-smile. His eyes held a mixture of indifference, mockery, and nonchalance. He even pretended to clutch his collar, as if there was a tie there, then loosened his grip and gave a soft sneer: "Ha, men..."

Then, with a "ding," the elevator doors opened.

Qin Zigui was standing opposite him outside the door, his hands in his pockets and his eyebrows slightly raised.

The two looked at each other, their eyes meeting.

Five seconds later, the elevator doors slowly closed.

Sheng Yan, chin raised and frozen in place: "..."

He is now killing Qin Zigui.

Is it considered legitimate self-defense?