Chapter 3: The Scheming School Bully (3)

Chen Yuan bit her lower lip, which turned pale, and her thin body trembled, as if she was humiliated to the extreme.

There was a gleam of tears in her eyes, but they refused to fall.

"I...I won't sit."

Chen Yuan is always good at making excuses. At this moment, her weak and aggrieved voice fell into the boy's ears, making even his heart numb.

Although the original owner looked exactly like Shen Yuan, her personality was completely different. She was introverted and timid, and didn't dare to show even a hint of grievance.

But Chen Yuan is different. With more than ten years of experience in reading novels, she calls herself an emotional master and has already mastered the means of controlling men to perfection.

Tears are the best weapon against men.

Sure enough, several boys in the classroom were immediately shaken.

"How about, just forget it and let this punching bag go for now?"

The boy who was talking was called Chang Wei. He had curly hair, liked playing ball, was tall, and had plenty of muscular body.

Chang Wei and Zhou Yuan have a very good relationship, and Zhuang Qianyi is Zhou Yuan's goddess, so whenever Zhuang Qianyi has any trouble, Chang Wei will help her in any way he can.

It is a well-known fact that Zhuang Qianyi hates Chen Yuan.

Boys at this age have always attached great importance to so-called loyalty.

In this regard, Chang Wei could only turn a blind eye.

But today Shen Yuan cried.

As a grown man, I can't stand seeing girls cry.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Zhou Yuan walked up and patted Zhuang Qianyi on the shoulder.

"Xiaoyi, let's go to class first. The ghost is coming."

Zhuang Qianyi snorted coldly, turned her shoulders, avoided Zhou Yuan's touch, and said sarcastically

"What? You've also been seduced by this little vixen and feel sorry for her?"

Zhou Yuan subconsciously retorted, "How is it possible..."

"Then don't stop me, you punching bag. What are you still standing there for? Sit down!"

Zhuang Qianyi glared at Chen Yuan fiercely, her tone sharp and full of undisguised malice.

The tears finally fell, sliding down Shen Yuan's fair cheeks to her chin.

Chen Yuan hurriedly wiped away her tears with the back of her hand and sat down on the chair.

Wangzi hissed softly, already imagining the feeling of the host's butt being cooled by the wind.

Chen Yuan lowered her head, the coolness of the glue stained her skin along the fabric of her school pants, making it slippery and sticky.

The hair covered the delicate eyebrows and eyes, making it impossible to see the emotions on the face, but the thin shoulders could not stop shaking.

Having achieved her goal, Zhuang Qianyi rolled her eyes at Chen Yuan and turned back to her seat.

Zhou Yuan sighed helplessly and took out his phone to send a WeChat message to Zhuang Qianyi.

"Xiao Yi, that's not what I meant. I only like you. How could I possibly feel sorry for that bully?"

"You know Chang Wei well. He can't stand girls crying, so he spoke up for the guy who got bullied."

"Don't worry, I'll help you deal with her after school."

Zhuang Qianyi was still angry. When she saw the WeChat message from Zhou Yuan, she frowned in disgust and threw the phone into the drawer.

Useless thing.

When the second bell rang, Guijianchou walked into the classroom with a book in his arms, and the noisy environment instantly became quiet.

"Attend class."

After a burst of sporadic noises, Shen Yuan also stood up.

Of course, there's a chair stuck to my butt.

【Pfft, hahahaha.】

Seeing this funny scene, Wangzai laughed out loud.

[Host, are you stupid? You can use this book as a cushion.]

"Do you think the original owner has never done this?"

Zhuang Qianyi never gets tired of using this trick.

The original owner was called to the office and scolded by the physics teacher for deliberately damaging the book just because he used a physics book as a cushion.

Everyone is full of malice towards something they don't like.

It can be said that the original owner’s experience was the result of being isolated by the entire school.

In her previous life, Chen Yuan was a powerless little girl who had no ability to fight back.

Only by putting oneself in an absolutely disadvantageous position and highlighting Zhuang Qianyi's madness and domineering nature can the situation be reversed.

What's more, her purpose is not just to make Chang Wei feel distressed.

As a good teacher, Gui Jianchou is not qualified, but as a teacher, Gui Jianchou's teaching level is indeed very high.

Chen Yuan's eyes were red and swollen as she listened to the lecture and took notes.

She was a promising student recommended for admission to Huaqing University, so these questions were not difficult for her.

The afternoon passed quickly.

When the school bell rang, the only good thing about Guijianchou was that he didn't stay after class and left with his books neatly and quickly.

Chen Yuan slowly began to pack her schoolbag, and after making sure that she had all the homework for each subject, she zipped it up.

Most people had left the classroom, and Jiang Chengfeng sat in his seat and worked on math problems.

As the class monitor, he needs to make sure the doors and windows of the classroom are closed before he can be the last to leave.

Zhuang Qianyi, Zhou Yuan and a group of people were wandering at the classroom door, as if they were waiting for someone.

Chen Yuan knew that they were waiting for him.

The glue on the chair had dried, and Shen Yuan didn't have to exert much effort to stand up.

But the school pants were covered with traces of dried glue and were wrinkled.

Shen Yuan picked up his schoolbag and walked towards the door.

A long arm stretched across his body, blocking Shen Yuan's steps.

"Surround them."

Jiang Chengfeng spoke in a normal tone, holding a clean school uniform jacket in his hand.

Shen Yuan raised an eyebrow, feeling a little surprised.

"No... no thanks."

Shen Yuan lowered her head, as if she was flattered by Jiang Chengfeng's behavior, and her tone was panicked.

Jiang Chengfeng frowned, walked around behind Chen Yuan, and put on her school uniform jacket without giving her any chance to refuse.

The two were very close, so close that Chen Yuan could smell the faint scent of jasmine on Jiang Chengfeng.

Not as good as Fu Hanchi.

This is the truest thought in Shen Yuan's heart.

Despite all the complaints, Chen Yuan continued his performance diligently and conscientiously.

Not used to being close to people, Shen Yuan's cheeks turned a faint pink, and even the tip of her nose was red, like a frightened little rabbit.

Jiang Chengfeng withdrew his hand and stood in front of Shen Yuan, only able to see the top of her soft hair.

Frightened little animals always like to hide themselves under their wings.

Poor and cute.

Jiang Chengfeng curled his fingers, his palms itching.

"Thank...thank you, squad leader."

Shen Yuan bent down to thank him, her voice soft.

"You're welcome. Go back."

Chen Yuan hummed lightly, walked around Jiang Chengfeng and headed out the door.

Jiang Chengfeng didn't look away until Shen Yuan's back disappeared. He turned back to his seat and packed his schoolbag.

After Chen Yuan left, a group of people in the corridor whispered to each other and then left.

*

When Chen Yuan walked downstairs, there were not many people on the huge school road.

Two or three pairs walked together, and only Shen Yuan was alone.

There is a long street outside the school. Students gather in front of every stall, and their blue and white school uniforms form a beautiful landscape.

Chen Yuan walked from the beginning of the street to the end, saliva flowing from the tip of his tongue to the corners of his mouth.

Candied haws, sugar-coated rice cakes, stinky tofu, cheese corn kernels, and golden beef patties.

Full of technology and hard work, she loves to eat, but unfortunately her pockets are cleaner than her face.

At the end of the street is a long alley, which is the only way for Chen Yuan to go home.

The alley is very hidden, with an Internet cafe and a game hall located there. The air is filled with the smell of low-quality second-hand smoke, and the energetic young man wearing tight pants and old Beijing cloth shoes is the landmark building.

A few yellow-haired dogs were squatting on the stairs outside the Internet cafe, filming Kuaishou videos, their ankles exposed from their loafers were pitch black.

Hearing footsteps behind him, Shen Yuan walked into the alley.