Everyone else had left, and the commotion in this alley was so loud that students started coming over to inquire.

Some students wanted to see what was going on, but they were scared away by a burly bodyguard in black standing at the alley entrance.

Suddenly, a large number of bodyguards in black appeared, all of them muscular and bulging, looking like thugs who were not to be trifled with.

Some students were so scared that they called the school to warn them.

It must not be some kind of gang fight. As a socialist youth with impeccable roots, we must have the courage to expose bad behavior.

Seeing that more and more eyes were looking in their direction, Xie Li said to the two bodyguards, "Let him go."

Zhang Jingyang's legs went weak from squatting, but he remained silent, not daring to have any thought of resistance.

Xie Li alone had already terrified him, let alone so many bodyguards in black. How could a young man like him possibly fight against them?

As for the green paste on my face, I don't know if it's because I've been applying it for a while, but it actually feels a bit cool and refreshing, and my face doesn't hurt as much anymore.

Xie Li: "You said your grades are pretty good, so why do you have to resort to such underhanded tactics? Isn't it better to just live a normal life?"

Zhang Jingyang held his breath, not daring to utter a sound.

Xie Li: "You said before that you were standing up for someone, but I haven't offended anyone, have I?"

Zhang Jingyang was taken aback for a moment, then casually said a name: "Wang Xiangxiang! Wang Xiangxiang from Deyu doesn't like you and asked me to get revenge on you."

I heard that Wang Xiangxiang recently found Qian Jie, the big sister of Deyu next door, to be her backer, hoping that Qian Jie can keep Xie Li in check.

Xie Li grunted in response, immediately recognizing that this newbie was lying, but it didn't matter.

"I've heard that everyone in the top class is a genius. If you don't want to ruin your clever little brain, you'd better go and study properly!"

"By the way, what's your ranking in the advanced class?"

Zhang Jingyang: "The top, the top forty."

The Rocket Class only has fifty students in total.

Xie Li: "Look at you! If you put all that energy into studying, you'd be in the top ten by now, right? Cheer up, keep it up! I believe in you!"

Are the top ten students in the elite class as commonplace as cabbages? He worked incredibly hard, studying until 1 or 2 a.m. every night to achieve his current results.

But Zhang Jingyang still said, feeling aggrieved, "...I understand. I will study hard from now on and won't cause any more trouble."

Xie Li then let Zhang Jingyang go, and at the same time called to Li Chen: "Let's go, it's my treat tonight."

The group followed suit in a flurry.

Zhang Jingyang also wanted to leave, but when he saw the students looking over curiously, he immediately became afraid to go out.

Not only was he beaten into a pig's head, but he was also insultingly smeared with green paste all over his face. How could he dare to go out like that? If someone saw him, where would he put his face?

He hunched over, his face full of confusion, and finally turned to look at the forgotten figure lying on the ground.

"Um, Young Master He, are you alright?" He was a little worried. Could Xie Li have seriously injured him?

Why does Young Master He look so dazed? He looks like he's gone mad.

Strangely enough, Zhang Jingyang felt a little better.

Just as he was squatting on the ground in a completely unseemly manner, he suddenly heard a voice: "Zhang Jingyang, what are you doing here?"

Upon hearing this voice, Zhang Jingyang's heart skipped a beat. When he looked up, he saw Wen Ling looking over with a worried expression. Behind him was the head teacher whom he had forcibly invited.

Several classmates were with him, including a friend who had just run away but was dragged back, and Chu Xun, a popular senior in the third year of high school.