While the students were still whispering amongst themselves, and the old professor was taking attendance as he entered the classroom, Ruan Qing'an peeked out and asked, "We found someone being beaten up near the west gate?"

"Yeah, there are several, it's terrible."

"Have you heard who beat him up?"

The man thought for a moment before saying, "It seems there's a rumor that the people who were beaten have confessed, and the assailants have been taken in for questioning."

"Sister Ruan, isn't it funny? Some people are actually saying that the one who was taken away today was that kid Song Xijun. Are you kidding me? If Song Xijun had the ability to hit people, I would wash my hair upside down!"

However, despite saying that, the student still said, "Although I really can't believe it, Song Xijun really didn't come to class today. He's the class representative, and the teacher didn't ask him anything..."

Just then, the old professor on the podium called out Ruan Qingan's name. He pushed up his glasses and called out again, "Ruan Qingan."

"arrive."

Ruan Qingan shouted something, but then got up and ran straight out from the back of the classroom.

The old professor pushed up his reading glasses again, somewhat incredulous, and couldn't help but call out, "Hey, wait a minute, Ruan Qing'an, where are you going? Is something urgent?"

The girl who ran to the door clutched her skirt, pondering for a moment: "Um... a major life event?"

"The most important thing in a person's life?"

Before the old professor could react, Ruan Qing'an had already run out, leaving behind only the words, "Teacher, I need to skip this class. I'm sorry!"

...

Meanwhile, in the counselor's office.

Those boys from last night had bruises and swelling on their faces, and they looked pitiful as they sat in front of the counselor.

The counselor could only manage to calm them down when there was a knock on the office door. Song Xijun stood outside, glancing at the group behind her black-rimmed glasses before walking in.

He approached the counselor, head bowed, still with that honest yet gloomy look, but the boys next to him were so frightened that they all moved aside in unison.

"Teacher, is there something you need from me?"

"Here's what happened. These students weren't there when the dorms were checked last night. The security guards searched all night, both inside and outside the campus, and finally found them in the bushes near the west gate this morning."

The counselor pointed to the injuries on the boys' bodies as she spoke: "You can see them too, they were all beaten up, and... they said it was you who did it."

Upon hearing this, the people next to him nodded repeatedly. To keep their distance from Song Xijun, they huddled together like a ball, fearing that Song Xijun would suddenly erupt in the office and give them a good beating.

Looking at their cowardly, quail-like appearance, Song Xijun's eyes held a barely perceptible mockery. He wondered why he had swallowed his pride in his past life, just to fit in with this trash...

Although she thought this to herself, Song Xijun looked up without revealing a word and asked, "Teacher, I don't know why they're framing me like this, but I can't beat so many of them by myself—"

"Pah! You're pretending, you fucking pretending! You grabbed my head and slammed it to the ground, and you still say you can't beat us?!"

Before Song Xijun could finish speaking, one of the boys couldn't help but stand up and curse.

Song Xijun looked up at him. With her back to the counselor, her dark eyes were cold and indifferent. The boy, who had just stood up, sat back down.

When the counselor heard the boy's rude shouts, he frowned and said, "This is the office. Watch your words. What exactly happened last night?"

"Teacher, we were just passing by the library last night when we accidentally bumped into Song Xijun, and he tried to beat us up!"

This explanation was somewhat outrageous, and the counselors fell silent for a moment.

Accused by those people, Song Xijun said, "Anything I say now is just an excuse. Teacher, Ruan Qing'an also came last night. You can ask her what happened."

These words stunned the counselor and the boys. How did Ruan Qing'an get involved in this?

But Song Xijun stood still, as if it were just a casual remark. After pondering for a moment, the counselor nodded and sent a message on his phone.

He narrowed his eyes, concealing the wicked smile on his lips.

—Didn't you say you could help sort it out?

After the counselor sent the message, he looked at the group of people in front of him again and asked, "But there is indeed a problem. How did Song Xijun manage to beat all of you by himself?"

The group of students, covered in bruises, were indignant: "Teacher, it really is him! I don't know what Song Xijun ate to grow up like that, but he can still beat us up!"

"Yeah, if the security guards hadn't found us, we probably would have died there."

"That's right!"

For a moment, the entire office was filled with noise.

Just then, a clear female voice came, with a playful laugh: "I didn't expect you to be so interested in admitting that you are weak."

Ruan Qing'an appeared at the office door. She seemed to have rushed there, still panting heavily, her chest heaving uncontrollably.

Even Song Xijun was surprised that she arrived so quickly.

The boys who heard Ruan Qing'an's words were unhappy: "No, Sister Ruan, what do you mean by this? We're not asking you to help us, what kind of behavior is this, kicking us when we're down!"

Ruan Qing'an is beautiful, and everyone loves beauty. They didn't want to cause trouble for her, but they didn't expect her to unleash a barrage of attacks on them without saying a word!

In an instant, the anger in these people's hearts was directed at Ruan Qing'an, and their eyes were filled with resentment.

Song Xijun could see it clearly, but before he could even scoff, Ruan Qing'an had already come to his side. Without even looking at him, she lifted his hair with her cool hand, revealing the large bruise.

Ruan Qing'an's face darkened as he said to the group, "Then why don't you also tell us how Song Xijun got this injury?"

The office fell silent suddenly, clearly startled and intimidated by Ruan Qing'an's tough stance of taking on a hundred men single-handedly. But Song Xijun was different; all his senses seemed to be focused on that bruise.

There was clearly no pain, yet it burned intensely. Song Xijun's eyes darkened, while Ruan Qing'an continued.

She directly displayed the surveillance footage in front of everyone, which clearly showed that it was those boys who started the fight.

Ruan Qingan said, "You hit the person first, but now you're saying that Song Xijun hit you. Who knows if you were beaten off campus and then took your anger out on Song Xijun!"

"Ruan Qing'an, don't make false accusations!"

"Okay, then tell me how Song Xijun managed to take on all of you by herself."

She crossed her arms, glanced at them sideways, and then looked at the counselor: "Teacher, Song Xijun is just a bookworm. Let alone hitting someone, she's a pushover who gets bullied. She would never do such a thing!"

Ruan Qingan spoke with unwavering conviction, standing firmly before Song Xijun, each word resounding with conviction.

Behind her, a tall young man looked up, his gloomy eyes falling on her like a wild beast poised to devour her alive, but Ruan Qing'an was completely unaware of it.

He dragged her into it and then implicated her—he showed almost no emotional reaction to Ruan Qing'an's defense of him.

After watching the surveillance footage, the counselor remained silent for a long time before finally saying, "This matter still needs to be investigated. Song Xijun and Ruan Qingan, you two go back first."

The remaining few could only watch helplessly as they walked out, gritting their teeth in anger, but the counselor's attitude clearly indicated that the matter was going to be dropped.

After nearly an hour of ideological education, the group finally left the office.

His uncontrollable rage grew stronger and stronger, and the boy who hit the other boy clenched his fist: "Damn it, this bastard is actually being protected."

"Yeah, is Ruan Qingan blind?"

"Tch, don't you know Li Ming, the student council president? Let's ask him for help. This damn teacher really thinks he's something."

Li Ming is the student union president of F University and the son of a school board member. Even leaders from all walks of life have to give him face.

Upon hearing this suggestion, the man nodded: "Alright, I'm always the one beating others, I've never been bullied like this before. And that bitch Ruan Qing'an, let them both suffer together!"