Without any other unnecessary movements, Sheng Yan simply pressed the other person against the wall with a cold expression, his slender fingers tightening their grip on the collar little by little, the shirt collar digging deeper and deeper into the other person's neck, making the other person want to struggle but unable to move, only able to helplessly send a pleading look to the others.
The person next to him was stunned by this sudden turn of events, standing there blankly with fear in their eyes.
Although they had all heard rumors about Sheng Yan outside of school, no one had ever seen him fight on campus, let alone seen this cold and indifferent side of the legendary school bully who was usually easygoing and approachable.
It's like a leopard that's usually lying lazily suddenly having its tail stepped on, and then instantly awakening to hunt.
But what did they step on his tail?
Weren't they just talking about Qin Zigui?
Didn't Qin Zigui and Sheng Yan have a falling out?
Isn't Qin Zigui the person Sheng Yan always says he hates the most?
According to the logic that the enemy of my enemy is my friend, it would be one thing if Sheng Yan didn't join them, but why did they start fighting?!
What kind of logic is this?
The person next to them finally reacted and rushed over to try and break up the fight: "Stop fighting! Stop fighting! We're all family..."
Then he was glared at coldly by Sheng Yan and stood there, obediently shutting his mouth.
Sheng Yan withdrew his gaze, glanced indifferently at the person on the wall whose face had turned almost liver-colored, loosened his knuckles, and lowered his hand.
The man immediately slid down the wall, landing heavily on the water-stained bathroom floor. He covered his neck, gasped for breath of the toilet smell, and looked utterly terrified.
Sheng Yan put his hands in his pockets and looked down at him: "Fu Yun, you've been envious of Qin Zigui for so many years, is it interesting?"
Upon hearing this, the boy named Fu Yun looked up, his face flushed, and said indignantly, "Who's being sarcastic about him? What I just said wasn't the truth? Does he not have parents? Does he live under someone else's roof and have to watch his back? Is he always pretending to be righteous? Does he get into fights out of jealousy? What, he can do it but others can't say anything?"
“Yeah, you’re right.” Sheng Yan nodded. “So you’re an idiot.”
Fu Yun: "??"
Sheng Yan casually raised an eyebrow: "What, you're allowed to be an idiot but I'm not? When you were little, you always followed that fat tiger and mocked Qin Zigui for not having parents. How come after all these years of mocking, Qin Zigui is still better than you, who has parents, in every way? Is it because your parents, two highly intelligent intellectuals with high IQs, unfortunately had a one-in-four chance of giving birth to a mentally challenged person like you with low IQ?"
Sheng Yan's creatures weren't very good, but they were more than enough to mock Fu Yun.
Fu Yun grew up in the same family compound of a government agency as Sheng Yan and Qin Zigui. He had good grades since childhood, but Qin Zigui's grades were even better. So he tried to imitate him in everything, but he was always outdone. He was outdone all the way from the government agency's primary school to the high school of Shishi Foreign Language School, and he still insisted on learning from him in everything.
As the years went by, Qin Zigui, who was first in the grade, went to Class 1, while Fu Yun, whose grades gradually fell behind, could only go to Class 4. Qin Zigui became the white shirt god, while Fu Yun became the boy who loved to wear white shirts.
I don't even think it's a joke.
Sheng Yan glanced at the silver-rimmed glasses that Qin Zigui wore on Fu Yun's nose and sneered, "Has anyone ever told you that people with flat noses look like they're from the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River when they wear big-framed glasses?"
"..."
You're from the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River Plain!
Fu Yun couldn't hold back any longer: "Sheng Yan, what exactly do you mean? You're the one who hates Qin Zigui the most, aren't you? You're the one who's always causing trouble for him, aren't you? And now you're pretending to be a good guy here?!"
"Who said I was pretending to be a good guy? What's my relationship with Qin Zigui, and what's your relationship with Qin Zigui? Can we be compared? Besides, Qin Zigui is someone I protect. It's my business if I hate him, find him annoying, or curse him, but you can't. So, if I hear you say something like that again, I'll beat you up every time I hear it, until you behave. Do you understand?"
Sheng Yan looked down at him, his sharp features revealing a strong sense of aggression, and he appeared extremely arrogant.
Fu Yun, who had been slumped against the wall clutching his collar, suddenly looked at him with an expression of grievance and resentment that he dared not speak out: "Sheng Yan, is this how you bully your classmates all day long? I just said a few things you didn't like to hear, and you have to beat me to death?"
Sheng Yan raised an eyebrow.
What the hell? Did he just say that?
Fu Yun's nostrils flared slightly, and he looked like he was about to cry: "I know what I said wasn't appropriate, but I've already apologized, what more do you want? Do you still want to hit me every time you see me? Is that necessary? Do you think you can bully your classmates just because your family is rich?!"
Sheng Yan: "??"
Did he just say he'd beat me every time he saw me?
And what's with Fu Yun's expression?
How come she looks so much like Ke Yun from the TV series "Romance in the Rain" who was looking for her child?
Did he damage Fu Yun's brain just now?
No, he knew what he was doing and kept his strength to himself.
And what's with that look on the person next to me? Why is he staring blankly at me from behind, his mouth trembling as if he wants to call out "Huang..."?
yellow? !
Sheng Yan realized what was happening and turned around instantly.
Sure enough, Huang Shuliang was standing at the toilet door, his chest heaving, panting heavily, and steam rising from his head. He seemed to be trying to suppress his anger and not let it out, but in the end, he couldn't hold back and roared, "Sheng Yan! How dare you bully your classmate?! Do you have no respect for the law?! Look at how pitiful Fu Yun is, how can you bear it?!"
Sheng Yan: "???"
Where is Fu Yun pitiful?!
Weren't the things he just said harsh and vicious enough?!
Just as Sheng Yan was about to speak, Fu Yun, who was standing next to him, leaned against the wall and stood up. He lowered his head and whispered, "Teacher, this isn't entirely Sheng Yan's fault. I wasn't careful with my words at the beginning..."
"He can't hit someone just because he didn't watch what he was saying!" Huang Shuliang was furious.
Fu Yun said in a low voice, "I didn't hit you many times, and it didn't hurt much."
"If it doesn't hurt, it's not a beating?! Fu Yun, you're just too good-natured and honest, that's why you're easily bullied!" Huang Shuliang said, exasperated.
Sheng Yan: "???"
What do you mean by "not many hits"?
He didn't hit at all.
It was just a scare tactic, and I was very careful with the force.
He was speechless as he said, "It's not like that at all..."
"If it's not what he said, then what is it?" Before Sheng Yan could finish speaking, Huang Shuliang roared, "I saw it with my own eyes! You cornered Fu Yun against the wall and drove a perfectly healthy young man to the brink of tears! How do you plan to deny it?!"
He didn't cry before you came.
Sheng Yan had always been a straight man, always saying what he meant and settling things with fists if he couldn't win an argument. Whoever won got the final say. This was the first time he had ever encountered a grown man pretending to be pitiful.
It's like a straight man meeting a bitch, being roasted on a fire.
Besides, Huang Shuliang already had a prejudice against him, there were no security cameras in the bathroom, and the other boy next to him was obviously helping Fu Yun, so he really couldn't explain himself clearly.
Moreover, he had no interest in arguing with this kind of person; it was a waste of time. Just as he was about to throw down a "Think what you want" and walk away, there were two knocks on the door frame.
Qin Zigui stood at the door, looked at Huang Shuliang, and said in a low voice, "Director, this is not Sheng Yan's fault, it's my problem."
His tone sounded somewhat down, and his expression wasn't very good either.
Huang Shuliang had never seen Qin Zigui like this before, and hurriedly asked, "What does this have to do with you?"
Qin Zigui said calmly, "It's nothing. I was just memorizing vocabulary outside when I heard some noise inside, but because of... because of some personal reasons, I didn't come out to stop it in time, so that's my problem."
The first-floor restroom is at the corner. On one side is a corridor with six classrooms for the senior science classes, which is the direction Sheng Yan and Huang Shuliang came from. On the other side, there is a row of sycamore trees. It is very quiet and students often come here to study.
Therefore, Qin Zigui's situation is not unusual.
What abnormal personal reason would make Qin Zigui, the student council president, ignore the fact that someone was beating up a classmate?
Huang Shuliang instinctively sensed something was wrong and frowned: "Qin Zigui, what did you hear? Tell me in detail."
Fu Yun, standing to the side, wasn't sure if he had actually heard it; he clenched his fists and held his breath.
Qin Ziju raised his eyes slightly to look at him, then looked away indifferently and remained silent.
Huang Shuliang was an impatient person to begin with, and this nagging made him so anxious he was practically getting blisters: "Just tell me what's wrong! Do you think your teacher won't stand up for you?"
Qin Zigui abandoned his usual aloof demeanor, lowering his eyes and revealing an unintentional hurt and vulnerability. Coupled with his handsome appearance, he looked extremely endearing, and even his words were incredibly sensible: "I was worried that you would be unhappy if you heard this, teacher."
"Would I be unhappy?"
Huang Shuliang was stunned. What did he have to be unhappy about?
Qin Zigui opened his mouth, as if making an extremely difficult decision, but finally said indifferently, "Fu Yun and the others said that I have no parents and live under someone else's roof, and that you are biased towards me, so I might be your illegitimate child. Sheng Yan was indignant and felt that he did not respect you, so he couldn't help but grab his collar. I don't know what happened after that, but I didn't hear any fighting. I only heard Sheng Yan seem to be reasoning with him."
"???"
Huang Shuliang never imagined that Fu Yun's inappropriate words would be this inappropriate!
Moreover, this is no longer just a matter of boys being immature and swearing at each other; it is clearly malicious slander and attack on someone's most sensitive spot!
Huang Shuliang's expression changed instantly, and he looked at Fu Yun and the other person with a very serious expression: "Is this true?"
How can anyone recognize this?
Moreover, words alone are not enough and there is no evidence.
Fu Yun quickly denied it: "No, no, Director, we absolutely did not say that, really, you believe me..."
Before he could finish speaking, Qin Zigui took off his smart bracelet and handed it to Huang Shuliang, saying calmly, "Because I need to correct my pronunciation, I record myself when I memorize words. The recording may not be very clear, but it should prove that Sheng Yan didn't really hit him, nor did he say anything like 'I'll beat him to death' or 'I'll beat him every time I see him.'"
With a press of a finger, Fu Yun and his companions' vile and slanderous words began to emanate from the noise.
The slaps were resounding.
For a moment, it was impossible to tell which of the two men's expressions was more unpleasant, or the weasel's.
Qin Zigui, holding the bracelet, listened to those hurtful words again. His expression remained indifferent and calm, but one could still sense the sadness and hurt beneath his rationality.
Thinking about Qin Zigui's difficult life and how he grew up to be such a good child, yet he was still being slandered, Huang Shuliang felt both heartache and anger.
Let alone a hot-blooded young man like Sheng Yan, even he wanted to give Fu Yun and his two chatterboxes a good beating. So, surprisingly, he didn't bother to deal with Sheng Yan, but instead yelled at Fu Yun and his brother, "You two get to the administration office right now! If I don't teach you some basic manners today, I'll be unworthy of my title as a people's teacher!"
After saying that, he turned back to look at Qin Zigui.
Qin Zigui lowered his eyelids and quickly replied, "Teacher, I'm fine. Don't be too angry. I believe they didn't do it on purpose. Just talk to them nicely. I'm all right here."
The more he said that, the more heartbroken Huang Shuliang felt.
Indeed, the more sensible a child is, the more easily they are wronged.
He almost got tricked by those two bastards from Class 4!
They must be severely punished! Absolutely severely punished!!
Thinking of this, Huang Shuliang became even angrier when he saw the two dawdling and timid students from Class 4. He shouted, "Hurry up!"
Then she looked at Sheng Yan: "Alright, although there was a reason for this, your behavior is still unacceptable. Don't always think of solving everything with violence. Wisdom, you know?"
Sheng Yan, who was already amazed by Fu Yun's feigned pitifulness, was stunned after watching Qin Zigui's masterful performance. Was Qin Zigui really the one who needed comforting so much? Was he putting on an act, even more innocent than Yi Cha? Or was he genuinely sad?
Regardless of the reason, Sheng Yan felt somewhat uncomfortable; how could Qin Zigui have overheard his words?
So he didn't hear anything Huang Shuliang said at all.
Until Huang Shuliang shouted again: "Wisdom! Sheng Yan, where is your wisdom! What's the point of having such a good-looking brain?!"
He finally came to his senses.
Huang Shuliang's tone softened slightly: "However, it's clear that you're a decent kid at heart, able to distinguish right from wrong, so you're not hopeless. Therefore, after a meeting of the grade group, we unanimously decided to give you a reward."
Sheng Yan raised his eyebrows slightly.
Did the sun rise in the west today?
Could Huang Shuliang still give him a reward?
Thinking for a moment, Huang Shuliang took out a classroom seating chart and held it up in front of him: "Do you recognize this?"
Sheng Yan nodded: "I know him, it's just a seating chart. But why is he in Class 1?"
Huang Shuliang took out a red pen and circled the second-to-last seat in the group by the window: "Do you know who sits in this seat?"
Sheng Yan shook his head.
Huang Shuliang: "Chen Yubai is the third-ranked student in the grade in this exam and the head of the Discipline Inspection Department."
Sheng Yan: "?"
Huang Shuliang then circled the last seat in the second group by the window: "Do you know who sits in this seat?"
Sheng Yan shook his head.
Huang Shuliang: "Lin Qian, the class representative for Chinese in Class 1, ranked second in the grade in this exam."
Sheng Yan: "??"
Huang Shuliang finally circled the last seat in the group by the window: "Do you know who sits in this seat?"
Sheng Yan finally understood: "Qin Zigui."
Huang Shuliang nodded: "Yes, this is the position of Qin Zigui, our top student and student council president."
Sheng Yan didn't understand: "So?"
"So we plan to add another table behind Qin Zigui's seat so that Qin Zigui can sit there."
Sheng Yan had a bad feeling: "And then?"
Huang Shuliang smiled slightly: "Then we plan to give you this auspicious land that is surrounded by mountains on three sides and water on one side."
Sheng Yan: "???!!!"
The person in front is the third-ranked student in the grade and the head of the discipline inspection department; the person on the left is the second-ranked student in the grade and the representative for Chinese language; the person behind is the first-ranked student in the grade and the president of the student council; and the person on the right is a window facing the corridor, allowing all teachers to pass by at any time and observe what he is doing without obstruction.
Who was the genius who came up with the idea of arranging this auspicious location for him?!
What grudge could they possibly have?!
Without even thinking, Sheng Yan said, "Teacher, no, it really won't work. I definitely can't keep up with the pace of Class One."
Huang Shuliang smiled kindly: "It's okay, you can't keep up in Class 6 anyway. So if you can't keep up, being sent here at least guarantees that no one will talk to you or play games during class. If you skip class to play on your phone, someone will report you immediately. In the long run, you'll have to study even if you don't want to. Even if your grades don't improve, your study habits will improve."
Why don't you just say that blood pressure can also be raised?
Sheng Yan took a different approach: "If I, with the lowest score in the grade, were to go to Class 1, the other students would definitely feel it's unfair."
Huang Shuliang smiled kindly: "No, it wouldn't be. If you were in Class 2 or 3 and were promoted to Class 1, that would be unfair. But with your grades, being promoted to Class 1 is torture for the whole grade. They'll just sympathize with you."
Sheng Yan: "..."
You guys understand this pretty well, don't you?
He wanted to refuse again, but Huang Shuliang brooked no argument: "Alright, stop talking. Your mother has already agreed. This is a special treatment that all the teachers in the grade discussed all night, considering it's the lowest science score in our school in five years. You should cherish it. Besides, you won't be in Class 1 from now on. We'll observe the effect during this month of extra classes and then discuss the specifics later. So, Qin Zigui, go help him move the desk. I'm going back to teach those two bastards in Class 4 a lesson."
After saying that, Huang Shuliang swaggered away.
Sheng Yan was left standing alone in the drafty corner of the toilet, filled with despair.
Then, as if remembering something, he turned to Qin Zigui and said irritably, "I'm not moving from this spot."
Qin Zigui had reverted from his previous pitiful and innocent demeanor to his usual aloof and irritating attitude, hands in his pockets: "What do you say?"
Sheng Yan raised an eyebrow, looking as if he knew the secrets of the world: "Originally, you and Lin Qian were sitting side by side. If I suddenly moved over, wouldn't that be like the Queen Mother of the West separating lovers? I'm just that little ticket on the boat. You're on this side, and Lin Qian is on that side. I'm stuck between you two every day watching you get jealous?"
"?" Qin Zigui paused for a moment, as if she understood his thought process. She looked at him and narrowed her eyes slightly. "You think I like Lin Qian?"
Sheng Yan rolled his eyes at him: "Nonsense, everyone in the grade probably knows you like Lin Qian now, otherwise why would you go and fight with those blond-haired guys?"
Qin Zigui instantly understood everything.
He wondered why the young master was so angry this time.
She originally thought the reason she was giving him the cold shoulder was because she liked Lin Qian.
Therefore, I think my image in this person's mind has probably become that of a scumbag who values women over friends.
The problem is actually here.
Qin Zigui's greatest strength lies in writing solutions to existing problems.
So he looked at Sheng Yan and said calmly, "I went to fight Huang Mao not for Lin Qian."
Sheng Yan glanced at him dismissively.
He lowered his eyes to meet her gaze, his tone nonchalant: "It's for you."
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