Yang Haoranโs tone grew increasingly sharp as he spoke, and his gaze toward Zhao Jun gradually turned hostile. Having grown up brawling and fighting his way through life, he had never been afraid of anyone.
He didnโt know whether Zhao Jun had lost his mind or had water in his brain today to provoke him like this, but it didnโt matterโhe was ready to play along.
โLike you said, with my terrible grades, how could I possibly have gotten into Class 5, the advanced class?โ
He paused here, sweeping his eyes across all the classmates in the classroom, implying something. He believed every student clearly understood that he, Yang Haoran, the slacker, had gotten into Class 5 through backdoor connections.
Zhao Jun, looking at the expressionless Yang Haoran who seemed to have a faint smile on his lips, also felt a chill. This was completely unlike the usual cheerful and joking Yang Haoran. But not wanting to lose face, he said with a look of disdain, โSo what if you used backdoor connections?โ
Yang Haoran didnโt confirm or deny it. Instead, he asked a seemingly่ซๅๅ ถๅฆ็ question.
โZhao Jun, I remember your mother is called Zhuo Meilan, right? Li Peng, your mother is Xu Hui, isnโt she?โ
Everyone was baffled by this question, thinking Yang Haoran had lost his mind and was talking nonsense.
The question left Zhao Jun and Li Ming at a loss for words for a moment. After a while, Zhao Jun sneered, โAre you crazy? What nonsense are you talking? Are you trying to cause trouble for our mothers?โ
At this point, Yang Haoran couldnโt be bothered to engage in a war of words with them. They would find out what this question meant later.
โXiao Mingzi, werenโt you just saying youโd beat them until even their mothers wouldnโt recognize them?โ
Yang Haoran turned to look at Wei Ming.
Wei Ming, his anger still unabated, glared fiercely at Zhao Jun. โHaozi, no need for more talk. If we donโt beat them up today, Iโll take his motherโs surname tomorrow.โ
โWell said.โ
Yang Haoran nodded. Before his words had fully settled, and before anyone could react, he moved with lightning speed. He็ๅ grabbed a stool, acting decisively and with clear intent. In a fierce rush, he swung the stool toward Zhao Junโs head. Theๆถๅฟ was clearly aimed at taking a life.
Facing the whistling stool, Zhao Jun was terrified. Was this guy insane? A hit like this could kill someone!
Zhao Jun hurriedly raised his arms to protect his head and tried to dodge to the side. But the classroom was full of obstacles like desks and chairs, and he couldnโt avoid it in time. He was struck squarely.
Thud!
Zhao Jun collapsed straight to the ground. Fortunately, he had protected his head with his arms, but the force of the blow knocked him out instantly, leaving large bruises on his arms.
โWhoaโฆ!โ
Everything had happened too fast. No one had expected things to escalate to this point. Seeing Zhao Jun fall, everyone thought he had been beaten to death in public. Instantly, the crowd erupted into chaos, screaming in terror.
โSomeoneโs dead!โ
Someone shouted, and panic spread like wildfire as everyone rushed toward the classroom door.
Wei Ming, who had just picked up a stool behind him, was also stunned. Li Peng, Zhao Junโs deskmate, stood frozen in place, trembling, his eyes filled with fear as he looked at Yang Haoran.
At this moment, he deeply regretted his actions. Although he and Zhao Jun usually sneered and mocked Yang Haorn behind his back, they had never gone as far as they did today. He never imagined things would escalate to this point.
Yang Mengyao also stood frozen on the spot, thinking her brother had truly killed Zhao Jun and committed a terrible crime. Overwhelmed, she fainted on the spot.
โWhy are you runningโฆ? Heโs not dead.โ
Yang Haoran checked Zhao Junโs breathing and found he was still alive. He breathed a sigh of relief. If he had actually killed someone, it would have been trouble.
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The teacherโs office.
Yang Haoran stood่่ๅฎๅฎๅจๅๅฐ, alongside Wei Ming and Li Peng.
Sitting at the desk opposite them was the homeroom teacher of Class 5, Grade One, Gu Qingying.
Teacher Gu was quite beautiful, like a fox spirit, and combined with herๆงๆ็ซ่พฃ็่บซๆ, she was the object of affection for all teachers and students.
Troublemakers had even given her a nicknameโBig Milk Cow!
Her slender, crescent-moon-like eyebrows, tall, jade-like nose, and small, red mouth adorned with dark red lipstick complemented her flawless, tender cheeks, which glowed enchantingly under the bright light.
Below the corner of her right eye, a small beauty mark served as a captivating accent, adding to her้ญ ๆไธๅฆๅจ allure.
A light-colored dress hugged her็ซ่พฃ็็ธ็่บซๆ. Her high, full, and tender enormous breasts strained against the thin fabric, threatening to burst through. Their round, peak-like shape was perfect and massive, easily a G-cup.
This pair of towering breasts, like overturned sea bowls, was the source of the nickname โBig Milk Cow.โ
The curve of her bust was extremely exaggerated, rising high like steep mountains, obstructing the view of her feet. Then the curve sharply contracted, forming a slender, willow-like waist beneath herไธฐ็ก็่ฅไนณ.
Immediately after, it dramatically arched outward on both sides, outlining aๆไบบๅทจ่ like a ripe peach.
Her็ซ่พฃ็่บซๆ presented an exaggerated contrast,ๆทๆผๅฐฝ่ดๅฐๅฑ็ฐing Gu Qingyingโs bombshell, voluptuous figure.
The hem of her dress ended more than a dozen centimeters above her knees, and her straight, beautiful legs were clad in thin, flesh-colored pantyhose.
The stockings were smooth and transparent, hinting at the fair skin beneath.
Her well-proportioned calves were slender and graceful, wrapped in the stockings as if they were a second layer of delicate skin, gleaming with aๅฏ็พๅจไบบ็ๆป่ ปๅ ๆณฝ.
Ten-centimeter black high heels were proudly worn by Gu Qingying, adding height to her already tall 177 cm frame. Her twoๆงๆ็ๅคง้ฟ่ ฟ were over a meter long, and paired with the teacherโs noble and elegantๆฐ่ดจ, it was utterly intoxicating and mesmerizing!
However, at this moment, this buxom, curvaceous mature woman was glaring at Yang Haoran with fire in her eyes, saying angrily, โYang Haoran, do you feel uncomfortable if you donโt cause trouble for me for a single day?โ
Yang Haoran rubbed his nose, keeping his eyes and mind focused, offering no response.
Looking at Yang Haoran, who acted like a rogue, fearless and unrepentant, Gu Qingying trembled with rage, her ample bosom shaking with anger.
Gu Qingying was furious. Early in the morning, this boy had caused such a huge disaster. When she first heard the studentsโ accounts, she thought Yang Haoran had actually beaten Zhao Jun to death in a fit of impulse.
Fortunately, after a check-up at the school infirmary, it was confirmed that Zhao Jun wasnโt deadโjust knocked out with a minor concussion, requiring some time to recover.
โTeacher, this isnโt entirely our fault. Zhao Jun and Li Peng went too far, insulting us in front of the whole class. Who could tolerate that?โ Wei Ming said indignantly, looking at Gu Qingying. Although he was somewhat afraid of Teacher Gu in her angry state, he was a righteous person, and besides, he was also involved in this matter.
He just never expected Haozi to strike so fiercely.
Wei Mingโs words werenโt without reason. Having understood the sequence of events, Gu Qingying knew that Zhao Jun and Li Peng also shared some blame for the incident.
But from a teacherโs perspective, regardless of the reason, resorting to violence in the classroom and beating someone unconscious to the point of a concussion meant Yang Haoran, even if initially in the right, was now in the wrong. This was the source of her anger.
Gu Qingying took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. Now that things had come to this, she, as the homeroom teacher, could hardly avoid responsibility.
โIโve already called your parents. Let them handle this matter. As for you, each of you will hand in a two-thousand-word self-criticism tomorrow.โ
After saying this, Gu Qingying dismissed Wei Ming and Li Peng, leaving only Yang Haoran behind.
โDonโt just stand there. Take a seat,โ Gu Qingying said.
Yang Haoran didnโt stand on ceremony. He casually pulled over a stool and sat down.
After a moment ofๆฒๆ, Gu Qingying said, โIโve already informed the principal about this matter. He will suppress it. As for you, go home today and reflect carefully on what youโve done.โ
Gu Qingying finished speaking and took a deep look at Yang Haoran. She knew about Yang Haoranโs connections. The principal, also her father, Gu Ping, had privately explained the reason to her: Lin Wanqing, the mayor of G City, was Yang Haoranโs grandmother. Rumor had it that since Lin Wanqing had no sons of her own, she doted excessively on her grandson Yang Haoran.
Usually, she could overlook the minor troubles Yang Haoran caused at school and cover for him. But todayโs incident was too severe, and it had infuriated her.