Chapter Twenty-Five: You Actually Hit My Fist With Your Face!

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Fang Hao clearly hadn’t expected Qin Anyi to remain so calm. His own reputation at school wasn’t small—ever since he’d secured his place as the leader among the troublemakers at Changqing No.1 High, this was the first time an ordinary student had dared to stand up to him so directly.

“Good! Very good! It seems Class Two of Grade Three truly produces talent! I only meant to give Wei Dong a hard time today, but I didn’t expect someone to jump out and ask for it themselves.” Fang Hao nodded. “What’s your name? I haven’t seen you before.”

“Qin Anyi. Just an ordinary student. Wei Dong is my friend, so whatever business you have with him, you can talk to me instead.” Qin Anyi smiled innocently. “But before we get to that, let’s clean the desk first.”

Fang Hao was momentarily taken aback, then sneered and raised his hand, intending to slap Qin Anyi. This was his usual tactic—after all, open fighting wasn’t allowed at school. For any student, it would be troublesome if things got out of hand. Changqing No.1 held a special status; many children of the city’s influential figures attended, so campus safety was taken very seriously. While bullying wasn’t unheard of, it was rare for such incidents to happen openly on school grounds.

Fang Hao quickly scrambled up from the floor, his face flushed bright red. In the two years since he’d started at Changqing No.1, he had never suffered such humiliation. Furious and embarrassed, he shouted and, abandoning all regard for school rules, lunged straight at Qin Anyi.

People like Fang Hao tended to act before they thought.

The commotion was so loud that a crowd of curious students soon gathered outside the classroom of Grade Three, Class Two. But with Wang Yiran having locked the door and standing in front of the window, no one could see what was happening inside. A few students from Fang Hao’s class, aware of his plan to cause trouble at lunch, whispered conspiratorially among themselves, spreading the supposed truth.

In just a few minutes, everyone outside Class Two understood the reason for the cries coming from within: Fang Hao, along with a few members of the track team, was inside beating someone up.