4-25: In the classroom

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Huaiyan had no choice but to stand up.

He endured the discomfort and the chill in his ankles, and slowly stood up from his seat.

“Huai,” Jin Xiuchen nodded and smiled, “answer the question I left you with last class.”

Huaiyan slowly picked up her notebook from the table and turned to the page where she had taken notes in the previous class.

The notebook was filled with densely packed words, all of which were materials that Huaiyan had looked up after class.

"The two questions from the last class," the boy's voice was soft and delicate, "I chose the second question..."

"During the global financial crisis..." the boy gripped the notebook tightly, then stammered, "the fundamental structure of the world changed as a result."

As soon as he finished speaking, the classroom erupted in applause.

Hearing the sounds around him, Huaiyan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, her lips slightly parted.

"Not bad." Jin Xiuchen smiled, a strange light flashing in his eyes, and said softly, "Sit down, Huai."

Huai Yan trembled, as if all her strength had been drained, and slumped into the chair.

"Hmph." The man chuckled coldly, leaned close to the boy's ear, and asked in a low, husky voice, "What, afraid Jin Xiuchen will find out?"

The boy was trembling uncontrollably, afraid that Jin Xiuchen on the podium would notice, and also afraid that his classmates around him would notice.

He desperately wanted to slap away the man's cold hand.

But when they actually touched the other person's skin, they missed completely.

"Please, don't do this..." Huaiyan sobbed softly, "Don't do this..."

"Don't do this?!"

The man's voice suddenly rose, filled with anger and accusation, tinged with a sinister tone, "Then why didn't you listen to me?"

"I listened, I listened..." the boy hurriedly replied, "I didn't, I didn't go with Jin Xiuchen!"

As he spoke, the boy looked up at the man holding a book on the podium, and felt a sense of unease.

If this cannot be concealed, it may implicate Jin Xiuchen.

He didn't know what the Ghost King would do to retaliate against Jin Xiuchen, but it certainly wouldn't be anything good.

"Lying." In a moment of distraction, Huai Yan's chin was grabbed, and the man gritted his teeth, saying each word clearly, "Still watching him, huh?"

The man's icy voice was like a warning, chilling one to the bone.

With her chin firmly held in place, Huaiyan was unable to speak, feeling uneasy and afraid of angering the man, so she could only shake her head repeatedly.

"You only know how to cry when it comes to something like this." The man chuckled, but the pressure on his hand loosened slightly.

"She likes to play the victim and loves to lie."

"You wanted me to break up, so I did." Huaiyan's voice was aggrieved as she explained in a low voice, "I didn't disobey you."

“I told you not to look for Jin Xiuchen,” the man suddenly grabbed the boy’s ear, his back teeth chattering, “but you still came, didn’t you?”

Huaiyan grabbed the man's wrist with her other hand.

This time, they didn't come up empty-handed.

"I have to go to class," the boy said softly, trying to appease him. "I'll ask for leave next time, please don't be angry, okay?"

-

When the bell rang, before Jin Xiuchen could come down from the podium to find him, Huai Yan quickly stood up and hurried to the restroom.

"Damn it." Leaning against the toilet stall door, Huai Yan could barely stand up.

Huaiyan prayed in her heart that Jin Xiuchen would not discover anything unusual.

The other party was too smart; he always felt that Jin Xiuchen could see through everything about him.

However, Jin Xiuchen did not chase after them, which put Huaiyan's mind at ease.

"Nothing was found, don't worry." 073 sighed, "You're really busy, afraid of angering the Ghost King, and afraid that Jin Xiuchen will find out. Doing a mission is like being a spy."

Upon hearing this, Huaiyan also felt a bit of a headache.

"Jin Xiuchen is innocent; I can't implicate him."

As Huaiyan spoke, she tried to push open the door to the cubicle.

However, the next second, a loud crashing sound came from outside the cubicle.

Huai Yan was startled and subconsciously withdrew his right hand, stunned for a few seconds.

"What's wrong?" he murmured, his brows furrowed slightly.

-

"Let's do it here." Jiang Feng closed the door and called out, "I think we need to talk."

He stared intently at the cold-faced man in front of him, his tone unfriendly.

"Classmate," the man said coldly, "I don't think we have anything to talk about."

"There's nothing to talk about!?" Jiang Feng's voice was shrill, as if he had lost his mind. "Then give me back Huaiyan!"

Jin Xiuchen didn't speak, but just looked at him coldly and took a step back expressionlessly.

"He is not an object."

When the topic turned to the boy, the man's voice became sinister, his blue eyes filled with an icy chill, like an ice sculpture in a snowy landscape. "Watch your words."

"Stop pretending to be a good guy!" Jiang Feng pointed at Jin Xiuchen, his hand trembling with anger. "Who do you think you are, anyway?!"

As if remembering something, Jiang Feng, breathing heavily, asked sharply, "Wasn't my spot canceled? Can you honestly say you weren't involved in those things on the forum?!"

Seeing that his secrets had been exposed one by one, Jin Xiuchen simply stopped pretending.

He retorted coldly, "So what if it is?"

"It really was you!" Jiang Feng completely lost his temper. "Was the forum incident these past two days also your doing?! It's all your fault!"

"I didn't harm you." Jin Xiuchen remained calm throughout. "Why should I be afraid of what others will say about the mistakes I've made?"

The bathroom was completely silent.

Jiang Feng was furious, his eyes reddened, and he said tremblingly, "Even if I cheated on you, it's none of your business."

“If you don’t want the whole of City A to know,” Jin Xiuchen’s voice suddenly turned cold, “then shut up.”

After all, he has only used a small, insignificant method.

"The entire City A?" Jiang Feng laughed angrily. "Let me tell you, Jin Xiuchen, even if Huai Yan and I break up, it's none of your business."

Seeing the man remain silent, Jiang Feng felt extremely pleased, believing that he had hit the man's sore spot.

“He has no feelings for you whatsoever,” Jiang Feng approached Jin Xiuchen slowly, his eyes bloodshot and terrifying. “You’re dreaming if you think you can get close to him.”

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Feng felt a sudden dizziness.

With a "bang".

Jiang Feng's back slammed against the cold wall, his head spinning from the impact.

Jin Xiuchen had already lifted his collar with one hand, without expending any effort, as if he had nailed the man to the wall.

Are you scared?

Jiang Feng's voice was extremely eerie, as if he were possessed by a ghost, his laughter sharp and piercing, "Are you afraid he'll find out about all the dirty things you've done?!"

"Cough cough cough...!"

Before Jiang Feng could say anything more, his neck was grabbed, leaving him with no way out.

"So what if you're afraid?" Jin Xiuchen's eyes were like a cluster of cold fire, threatening to devour anyone who wasn't afraid.

Jiang Feng coughed violently, but after hearing Jin Xiuchen's words, he burst into laughter again.

“I’ll stop at nothing to achieve my goals, one thing after another,” Jiang Feng’s expression twisted, “I want them all… Ah!”

With a flick of his wrist, Jiang Feng lay on the ground, clutching his stomach and screaming in agony, staring at Jin Xiuchen with venomous resentment.

The man slammed him to the ground with one punch, and as if that wasn't enough, he bent down and threw a few more punches.

These punches landed squarely, and Jin Xiuchen even stopped people who tried to enter the public restroom from entering.

Inside the door, Jiang Feng's heart-wrenching screams could be heard, along with his rolling figure on the ground.

He was completely powerless to fight back against Jin Xiuchen.

Because he spends most of his time sitting in classrooms and rooms, Jiang Feng's physical condition is only average; at most, he can only boast verbally.

If it were truly a hand-to-hand combat situation, Jiang Feng would only be able to take the beating.

That's why he was so easily thrown out of the villa that day.

"That's all the tricks you dare to use." Jiang Feng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and covered up the bruises all over his body.

"Tell me, if I told Huaiyan all of this," Jiang Feng's tone had calmed down after being hit, and he said sarcastically, "wouldn't he think you're crazy?"

"You dare?" Jin Xiuchen said threateningly, reaching out and grabbing Jiang Feng's hair tightly.

"No!" Jiang Feng screamed in pain, but still managed to stand up unsteadily, struggling to shout, "You're a fucking lunatic! You deserve to not have him! Mad dog!"

Perhaps feeling there was nothing left to criticize, Jiang Feng kept repeating the same old phrases.

This way, he might feel a little better.

The door to the cubicle in front of them creaked open.

It's open.