Ignoring Zhong Chen and Zuo Lie's attempts to stop them, the two headed straight for No. 16 Middle School.
Upon arriving at the entrance of No. 16 Middle School, Shang Xian asked seriously again, "Just the two of us?"
Shen Yi looked at her with a half-smile, and Shang Xian seemed to understand.
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【Moxi, want to help in a fight?】
"They're here."
Moxi is the kind of person who is always available whenever you call. One second you're talking to her, and the next second she's right there beside you.
"So it's just the three of us?" Shang Xian found it strange no matter how he looked at it.
"The three of us are enough," Mo Xi said, and then he and Shen Yi went into No. 16 Middle School. Shang Xian smacked his lips and said, "Fine, they'll hold up the sky if it falls."
The three of them strolled leisurely and nonchalantly into Roger's classroom, where he had just spoken on the phone.
It's still class time, and their class is in such a mess that no teacher dares to come to class. Even if there are teachers, they're too timid to move.
Shen Yi and Mo Xi exchanged a glance. Shen Yi kicked open the classroom door, and the two of them stood in the doorway with their backs to the light.
The teacher in the classroom was startled and moved even closer to the blackboard, wishing she could hide inside it.
The two of them stood unhurriedly in front of the podium. Shang Xian leaned against the door, his long-handled hammer propped on the ground, looking like he was indifferent to life and death and ready to fight if anyone disagreed.
Roger jumped up and flipped the table over.
"Hey, hey, hey, classmate, that's not cool at all!" Shang Xian dragged the iron hammer and threw it onto the overturned table in front of Roger, making a loud "thud." Several girls in the class screamed in fright.
Shang Xian raised his chin: "Use this to smash it."
Roger paused for a moment, and Shen Yi continued, "You beat up the students from Class 39, so I'm coming to find you, you understand?"
"You're the first one, don't waste our time, we're in a hurry to get to No. 5 Middle School," Mo Xi said impatiently, propping up the podium.
"It's okay if it's not resolved," Shang Xian gave an OK sign and walked up to Roger. "The lawyer's letter has already been sent to your No. 16 Middle School. If you get involved in a lawsuit, you won't have an easy time."
Roger sneered, "Do you know who my father is?"
“I know the CEO of a listed company,” Mo Xi said, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses he’d somehow acquired. He was holding a document in his hand, head down, intently studying it, looking every bit the refined scoundrel. Then, a wicked smile crept across his face. “So?”
Roger rushed forward to punch Moxie, but Moxie caught him and threw him to the ground, then slowly squatted down and whispered, "Nobody knows about your dad's tax evasion, right? Today you'll be held accountable for your actions."
Moxi stood up, looked down at him, and laughed, "You're all adults now. You have to pay the price for your actions. Just consider it a lesson learned, OK?"
Shen Yi had just reached the classroom door when he turned to look at Roger: "If you have any health problems, remember to come find me. Money is a small matter."
Look at this, this is what capitalists are like!
"Little brother, please, study hard and make progress every day. Our Class 39 will all get into university. I wish you all a bright future." Shang Xian left the classroom and closed the door behind him.
The class breathed a sigh of relief, but unexpectedly, Shang Xian opened the door again and politely said to the teacher, "I'm sorry, I forgot to take my things."
She slowly picked up the small hammer, weighed it in her hand a couple of times, then tossed five hundred yuan onto the podium: "Money for the desks."
After all, it was she who smashed a hole in the desk.
As Shang Xian walked toward the classroom door, she was blocked by a group of people.
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