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Just as he was at a loss as to what to do, he saw Yin Xiaoran walking up from behind him with a serious expression on his face. He quickly called out, "Master …"

Yin Xiaoran winked at him, signaling for him to shut up. She then gave him a polite smile. The man looked him over and nodded.

Yin Xiaoran replied, "Hello, I'm his class monitor. What happened just now …" Sigh! I saw it all. "

"Oh!" That saves me from having to say it again. Tell me, what do we do about it? " Yin Xiaoran smiled. "Things like this are best done in small ways. If it comes down to that, it's better not to bother the teachers and parents." Why don't you hand him over to me, and I'll educate him when we get back. For today's matter, I think we can forget about it. "

The short one shook his head, still remaining expressionless.

"Then go sue him, but don't blame me for not reminding you, our class teacher is famous for being protective, moreover he has a bad temper, when the time comes, it's hard to say if he won't wear a pair of small shoes for you." As for him … " Yin Xiaoran pointed at Zhao Xiaokai. "At most, call for a parent or write an inspection."

Zhao Xiaokai stared at Yin Xiaoran, thinking, "Aren't you pushing me into a fire pit?" Calling a parent "at most"? However, he had no idea that Yin Xiaoran was trying to push him forward and let him go when he felt he was in trouble.

Unexpectedly, the short one snorted and said, "Don't use teacher to pressure me. It's useless!" Yin Xiaoran was taken aback. He hadn't expected the other party to be so unyielding. "Then what are you going to do?" he asked impatiently.

"Actually, I don't want to make things difficult for you two either. Merely …" Staring at Zhao Xiaokai, the short man said slowly, "A man should do his work alone."

Zhao Xiaokai's sharp eyes met with his. He could not help but tremble inside, and could not even speak.

Yin Xiaoran nudged him on the arm. "Hurry, admit your wrongs!"

"Yes. I'm sorry, but in the future. "Never again …"

"Enough!" The short man didn't wait for him to finish. "You can go." Zhao Xiaokai swung his arm with five finger marks etched deeply on his wrist. Yin Xiaoran took a look and realized that the short man in front of him was not simple. Smiling, she reached out her hand to test the strength of his hand.

"Um... Which class are you from? " The expression on that person's face softened, but the strength in his hand was the same as his earlier expression. It was both cold and hard. Yin Xiaoran squeezed it twice, neither retaliating nor resisting. It was as if he had pinched a lump in his throat, and he could clearly feel the strength of the cocoon in the man's hand. It was obvious that he was skilled at it, so he let go and prepared to say a random 'class' and then leave, since there were nearly a hundred classes in the school.

"Third grade, class eight!"

"What a coincidence!" The short man's right hand suddenly tightened as he said, "I'm also the class monitor for third grade class eight."

Looking at the short class rep's half-smiling eyes, Yin Xiaoran thought to himself, "Why didn't I see the calendar when I left home today?" To be able to encounter such an embarrassing situation, he was truly unlucky.

He rolled his eyes and suddenly looked at the short class monitor's back and shouted, "Li Zhengming is here!"

Li Zhengming was the school director and also the enemy of all the students. There was no one on campus who didn't know him. He loved to cause trouble for the students and then had his parents beg him for gifts. The students were both afraid and resentful of him, avoiding him wherever he went.

Yin Xiaoran brought up Li Zhengming with the intention of attracting his attention and then surprise him with a sneak attack. Of course, Yin Xiaoran didn't want to beat him up. She just wanted him to fall asleep. There was an acupoint at the back of the human brain, and as long as one mastered the technique, one would immediately fall into a deep slumber. Yin Xiaoran had learned this method before.

Hearing Li Zhengming's name, the class monitor turned around to look. Yin Xiaoran seized the opportunity and silently poked him in the back of the head with her right hand. After years of training, his right hand had become both fast and steady. However, just as he was about to hit, the opponent suddenly took a step back. This move seemed slow but was actually fast, but it just so happened to leave the range of his finger energy.

Listening to the wind and distinguishing between the forms?

Yin Xiaoran's heart skipped a beat. He quickly retracted his hand, thinking to himself that this must be a damned coincidence. If this man really had the skill, then things wouldn't be so easy.

Looking back at Zhao Xiaokai, Yin Xiaoran cursed under her breath. If not for the circumstances, she would have kicked him in the face already.

"No one is here." The short class monitor turned around as if nothing had happened.

"Then... Maybe I was wrong, "Yin Xiaoran said." Well, actually, I said I was in third grade … That Class 18 … "

The class rep waved his hand to stop him from talking, turned around and left as if he had something important to do, but also as if he didn't want to hear his bullshit.

Looking at his leaving figure, Yin Xiaoran felt a little strange. Zhao Xiaokai let out a heavy sigh and said, "Master, this..." Who was this person? "Is it that amazing?"

"Awesome?" "Humph!" Yin Xiaoran pursed his lips. "In terms of martial arts, he may not be any weaker than me, but …" As he spoke, he took out a wallet from his pocket and looked at Zhao Xiaokai with a complacent expression.

Zhao Xiaokai looked and saw that it was the little shorty. He shouted, "What the f * ck! When did you do it? Why didn't I know? "

"Hehe!" If you were to see it, would I still be worthy enough to be your master? "

Yin Xiaoran tossed him his wallet and said as they walked, "Count the money. This time, master will not return it." "If you have fifty, then let's go eat chicken meat. If you have a hundred, then go and make some rice skewers …"

Zhao Xiaokai rummaged through the book for a long time before opening his mouth and saying, "Only 21: 15."

Yin Xiaoran glared at him. "Really? So poor?" Then we can only buy two packs of cigarettes. "Not good!"

He suddenly stopped and his expression changed drastically. Zhao Xiaokai was startled and asked, "What's wrong?"

Yin Xiaoran flipped her pockets open and said, "My wallet …" It's gone! "

"Ah?!" Zhao Xiaokai exclaimed, thinking that this was retribution. He had just stolen someone else's wallet, and in the blink of an eye, his wallet was gone.

Yin Xiaoran, who was standing at the side, was on the verge of tears. He had 500 yuan in his wallet and was living expenses for almost two weeks. It must have been done by the class rep! Yin Xiaoran clenched her fists tightly. She must find this rascal and beat him up. This little rascal had a righteous face, but in reality, his heart was full of malice. This brat knew that she stole his wallet, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he stole his wallet. This guy was truly not simple … Thinking of this, Yin Xiaoran furrowed her brows, her face turning even uglier.

Beside him, Zhao Xiaokai looked at Yin Xiaoran. He was too scared to speak. He had never seen Yin Xiaoran angered to such an extent. In his mind, Yin Xiaoran had always been a playboy. Not only did he enchant thousands of young girls with his unrestrained demeanor, but he also deeply admired Yin Xiaoran. No matter what happened, Yin Xiaoran would always laugh, as if Yin Xiaoran was a transcendent existence in the world.

But now … All Zhao Xiaokai could say was that he had met his nemesis. Except for the third grade class eight being shorter than him, the class monitor was always slightly ahead of him, be it talking or stealing his wallet.

The students who had finished their meal in the cafeteria had already left for their dorms. Yin Zhao and Yin Zhao didn't have the mood to stand by the side of the road and could only rush back to their dorms. Zhao Xiaokai raised his head to look and found the originally clear sky was clouded with dark clouds, so he said, "It's going to change soon."

In the afternoon during class, Yin Xiaoran asked the class monitor, and the class monitor was surprised, "His name is Tang Yixuan..." You asked him what he did and if he did something wrong? " From his tone, Yin Xiaoran could tell that Tang Yixuan was an 'official', and that his position was not low at all.

The class monitor continued, "Most people might not know, but there is no one who doesn't know of Tang Yixuan in our student union. He is the role model for our entire school's cadres, and even Li Zhengming doesn't dare to offend him."

"It's that exaggerated?" Yin Xiaoran was skeptical. "No wonder this kid looks so suspenseful. He has quite a background, but his clothes don't look like he's rich or powerful …"

The class monitor chuckled and said, "Don't let your imagination run wild. This Tang Yixuan isn't some rich second generation official. He really does have the ability to get that position …" Let me put it this way, our third year has a total of twenty-one classes, and our best result is from class eight. From grade eight onwards, they have only used half a year's time to surpass both class two and class two. "

"Not only that, just look at that grandson Li Zhengming. If he doesn't like someone, he can call him a parent and then extort money from them. But he never touched anyone from Class 8. It's all because of Tang Yixuan." I had a junior high school classmate in my class who had been targeted by Li Zhengming and insisted on getting him expelled. His dad had to scrape together 10,000 yuan and send it to Li Zhengming's office before Li Zhengming finally let go. After my classmate told Tang Yixuan about this matter, Tang Yixuan directly kicked open Li Zhengming's office door without saying a word … "

"Hiss —" Yin Xiaoran took a deep breath. He had never heard of a student daring to kick Li Zhengming's door. "What happened next?"

"Later?" The class monitor shrugged his shoulders and said, "Afterwards, Tang Yixuan brought back the ten thousand yuan as well as the gift his father had previously given him. Li Zhengming didn't mention anything about it at all. That student of mine only wrote a few thousand words of review …" And then there was no after. "

After hearing what the class monitor had to say, Yin Xiaoran fell silent. Although this Tang Yixuan wasn't tall, he was still a character. To dare to kick Li Zhengming's office for a classmate, that was chivalrous. To be able to discipline a classmate, that was the style of a general... Upon thinking of this, Yin Xiaoran seemed to have forgotten the grudge between him and Tang Yixuan, and instead started to admire him.

"Master..." Zhao Xiaokai rushed in from the outside and shouted, "Master, Young Master Lin and his men just sent someone to send out a written challenge, saying that they will start the war outside the back gate of the school tonight."

Yin Xiaoran gave a start, recalling what had happened a few days ago. The matter was not complicated. It was the conflict between the two boys over a girl that developed to the point of a standoff.

"Then do it!" Yin Xiaoran looked nonchalant, as if he had never cared about such matters.

"But Master, did you call someone?" Zhao Xiaokai asked.

"Call for help?" Yin Xiaoran smiled, and turned around to shout. "Tonight, we have an appointment at the back door of the school. Who's going with me?"

"Me!" The whole class said in unison.

Zhao Xiaokai stared at Yin Xiaoran blankly for a long time before giving a thumbs up and said, "Awesome!"