Zhang Jingyang gritted his teeth: "Fine, I'll pay for it!"

At Xie Li's prompting, Shen Lian quickly gave out her bank card account number and then watched Zhang Jingyang transfer the money.

Zhang Jingyang was so angry that his hands were trembling, but Xie Li saw this and, not daring to say anything more, transferred the money.

In that instant, he felt as if a piece of his heart had been ripped out, and he was in excruciating pain!

His hard-earned living expenses, saved up for so long, were completely depleted, and with that person's birthday just around the corner, he probably wouldn't even be able to afford a gift...

The thought of this made his heart bleed.

When Wenling arrived with his men, he saw Chen Lian triumphantly waving her phone and saying to Zhang Jingyang, "One million, thanks."

A look of disbelief flashed in his eyes behind his glasses. Was this extortion on campus?!

They even took the person away for extortion right under his nose!

Wenling stopped and turned to the woman behind him, saying, "Teacher Ye, you saw that, didn't you? These good students in your class are openly extorting money from their classmates at school!"

"The amount of extortion is as high as one million. This amount should be enough to warrant criminal charges, right?"

Ms. Ye, the homeroom teacher, was a kind-looking woman with a slightly plump appearance. She followed behind Wenling in high heels, but Wenling walked very fast and didn't wait for her at all, causing her to fall several steps behind.

He took a breath, then looked at Wenling with a puzzled expression: "Huh? What extortion? Teacher Wen, you can't just say things like that!"

She stepped forward with a serious expression. "This concerns the student's reputation. Please investigate before making a conclusion, Professor Wen."

Wenling turned to look at Zhang Jingyang: "What was the million that Chen Lian just mentioned? Was it the money you gave her?"

"It was him who gave it to me. Teacher, I forgot to mention earlier that Zhang Jingyang and I were discussing this matter. He owes Chen Lian one million yuan and hasn't paid it back. I'm helping them mediate."

Xie Li stepped forward, smiling as he blocked Zhang Jingyang's path, and pressed his finger on Zhang Jingyang's back.

Zhang Jingyang was about to speak with a cold smile, then opened his mouth and said: "..."

He tried to move his mouth again, but found that he couldn't make a sound at all.

He looked at Wenling in panic and pleading, only to find that she was looking at him with a puzzled expression.

In a flash, he remembered something and abruptly turned to look at Xie Li.

From a spot out of the surveillance camera's view, Xie Li gave him a sinister smile, pointed towards the women's changing room, and mouthed the shape of a "rat."

"Teacher, I have a recording to prove this." Xie Li turned around, took out his phone to record the conversation, and pressed play.

When the head of the teaching department arrived, he happened to hear the recording playing, in which Shen Lian said, "How about I have my mother come and talk to you about how to compensate me?"

The old man, unusually, did not fly into a rage, but calmly asked, "Chen Lian, is it you again?"

Shen Lian, as a school bully, had been to the dean of students countless times, but she didn't take it seriously at all.

The head of the teaching department turned to Zhang Jingyang and asked, "Did you really spill Chen Lian's hair growth serum?"

He worries about these students every day, and he seems to be developing a tendency to go bald.

I recently heard that Madam Shen obtained a hair growth tonic specially made by an alchemist from somewhere, which has miraculous effects on hair loss and baldness. She even gave several bottles to others, and they all said it was good.

This item has now quietly become popular among high-society ladies, and because there are far more monks than meat, the price is being driven higher and higher.