NOVPUBShe had her sports jacket unzipped, arms folded in front of her, handsome face adorned with a few strands of wet hair sticking to it, a smile playing at her lips.
Ma Shicheng was thrilled; she was actually making a bet again. He had been waiting for such an opportunity for so long.
But considering Yang Sheng’s sinister capabilities, he was uncertain what to choose.
Yet, the chance was too good to miss.
If he were to miss out, who knows how long before another would come around.
Tomorrow and tomorrow, when would the humiliation of the past be washed away?
No pain, no gain, Ma Shicheng gritted his teeth and raised his finger,
"One time carrying water!"
...
Ma Shicheng left with the water jug in hand.
Wang Longlong hurriedly dashed from the back row,
"Brother Ma, Brother Ma, slow down, it’s raining outside, I’ll hold the umbrella for you!"
...
Yu Wen went to the back to toss orange peels.
She just happened to see Zhang Chi playing with his phone and commented,
"Zhang Chi, the financial aid is about to be distributed, don’t forget to pay back the class monitor."
This remark displeased Zhang Chi. Before the break, he had painstakingly helped Yu Wen retrieve a badminton racquet from a tree, and she hadn’t even treated him to a bubble tea.
So stingy to this extent, his current impression of Yu Wen was anything but favorable.
Zhang Chi replied in a less than pleasant tone, "I know, don’t fuss over it."
Yu Wen, now equally unimpressed with him, retorted,
"As long as you know."
With that, Yu Wen walked away.
Feeling annoyed, Zhang Chi watched Yu Wen’s retreating figure, thinking that she was as persistent as a bill collector about that measly sum of money.
Was he, Zhang Chi, the kind of person who would default on a debt?
Once he started his part-time job, he would make hundreds within minutes.
Zhang Chi, committed to his part-time job plan, decided to start by cracking the Wi-Fi password. His phone didn’t have many apps, but he did have plenty of tools for breaking Wi-Fi passwords, which he had previously gotten via Bluetooth transfer from the back row.
Zhang Chi tried one after another when suddenly, another voice rang in his ear,
"Did you pay the class monitor?"
The person said this and also gave him a nudge.
Zhang Chi turned and saw a face that looked like a bandit’s; it was their classmate Zhang Yifei, from Pang Jiao’s clique.
After sizing up the other’s build, Zhang Chi frowned,
"I know, it’s almost paid off."
Zhang Yifei threatened, "The class monitor is a good person, but we are not, and we won’t let you off if you try to weasel out of your debt!"
Zhang Chi seethed inwardly,
’Damn it, so annoying—shit!’
Zhang Yifei ran off to join Pang Jiao in the front.
Finally, Zhang Chi was left in peace and returned to the task of figuring out the Wi-Fi password.
He tried three different apps, all to no avail, and just as he was testing the last app, the classroom suddenly quieted down.
Busy with his hacking, he hadn’t noticed the change. He was still engrossed in his phone.
At that moment, a figure stood behind him, with the gaze of all the students in the classroom converging on that figure.
Even Bai Yuxia, who had been working on problems, put down her pen.
The figure tapped on Zhang Chi’s head.
Zhang Chi was deeply concentrated on his phone, disturbed yet again, which instantly made him recall his recent annoyances.
He burst out angrily,
"Shit, touch your dad again and see what happens!"
Zhang Chi’s face contorted, his nostrils flared, a volcanic fury erupted from his chest—he couldn’t take it anymore!
He turned around swiftly, only to see a face that was both familiar and strange.
Zhang Chi shuddered; the angry lion on his face morphed into a fawning hyena as he stuttered,
"Mr., Mr., Mr. Yan?"
Mr. Yan’s expression was grim.
The students in Class 8 struggled to contain their laughter. Dong Qingfeng hammered on the desk, almost laughing himself stupid.
That was Mr. Yan, the high school grade director!
Who didn’t know the terror of Mr. Yan?
He had on several occasions led people off-campus to catch students who went net-surfing, always wearing a stern expression, never seen smiling by the students.
Many students nicknamed him "King of Hell" behind his back, indicating the extent of his terror.
Now Mr. Yan had been cursed by a student—a shocking turn of events.
"Do you know who I am?" Mr. Yan fixed his gaze on him.
Zhang Chi trembled, "You’re Mr. Yan."
"Slap!"
A crisp slap resounded throughout the classroom.
The slap packed quite a punch, numbing Zhang Chi’s face.
Mr. Yan, face still stern, said, "I am King Yan."
The class monitor gaped, realizing the students knew his nickname.
After the slap, Mr. Yan asked again,
"Do you know who I am?"
Zhang Chi honestly replied, "You’re King Yan."
Another "slap" echoed.
"Good, you dare to call me that to my face, quite bold of you!"
Mr. Yan turned to the class monitor, "Did you see, did you see?"
He pointed to Zhang Chi, "Come with me to the office."
