At this moment, Lin Mo suddenly turned his gaze toward the classroom door.
Zhang Yuzhong walked in, his face bruised and swollen. His lip was split and scabbed over, his right cheek puffed up high, with dark purple marks stretching all the way to the corner of his eye.
Dozens of eyes in the class immediately locked onto him like spotlights.
Head lowered, he seemed desperate to slip back to his seat and escape the stares.
Not just Lin Mo noticed—Fang Jun, An Yuexin, and others saw it all too clearly.
Everyone knew Zhang Yuzhong’s struggles, and in class, he was the kind of person who’d help anyone with anything. So, naturally, he was well-liked.
Before he could even sit down, a few guys from the back row had already marched up to him.
“Holy shit! Lao Zhang, what the hell happened to your face?”
“Who did this? Was it Su Jiazhen from Class 13? Let’s go find that bastard right now and beat the crap out of him!”
An Yuexin had a fiery temper. Whenever he was too busy to clean up, Zhang Yuzhong never hesitated to cover for him.
So, of course, An Yuexin was ready to settle the score for him.
Without another word, he spun around and headed for the back of the classroom, snatching up the broom leaning against the door. His stance wasn’t just about fighting—it looked like he was ready to go to war.
Just as he reached the back, Su Jiazhen appeared at the front door of Class 8.
He peeked inside, his injuries even worse than Zhang Yuzhong’s—his left eye socket blackened like a panda’s, his arm wrapped in bandages.
Instantly, the entire class imagined a brutal fight where both sides had taken heavy losses.
Su Jiazhen scanned the room, quickly spotting Zhang Yuzhong, and strode straight toward him.
Fang Jun sidestepped, blocking his path with outstretched arms, his expression clear: You’re not getting past me.
“What are you doing here? Looking for another fight? Class 8 isn’t welcoming you. If you don’t leave now, I’ll shut the door and unleash Lao Mo on you.”
Lin Mo, who had been minding his own business, nearly punched Fang Jun for dragging him into this.
With An Yuexin closing in from the back, broom in hand, and Fang Jun blocking the front, it seemed like Su Jiazhen had seconds to leave before fists started flying.
At this tense moment, Zhang Yuzhong, the one caught in the middle, panicked. He rushed forward, grabbing An Yuexin’s arm and shouting with all his might.
“Stop! Don’t fight!”
An Yuexin and Fang Jun exchanged a glance, convinced Zhang Yuzhong was being threatened.
Fang Jun stepped in front of Zhang Yuzhong, his gaze dark as he stared at Su Jiazhen.
Turning to Zhang Yuzhong, he softened his voice. “Yuzhong, don’t be scared. Whatever’s going on, just say it. Class 8 has your back—even Lao Mo won’t just sit by.”
Whether it was true or not, Fang Jun wasn’t above using Lin Mo’s name to intimidate.
Zhang Yuzhong, never one for smooth words, pushed past Fang Jun and hurried to Su Jiazhen, waving his hands frantically.
“You’ve got it all wrong! I wasn’t fighting Su Jiazhen—he actually helped me when I was getting beaten up!”
Su Jiazhen ignored the murmurs around him until now, finally raising his hand to shove a crumpled plastic bag toward Zhang Yuzhong.
“This is imported medicine. Works well. Take it.”
His tone was flat, like he was mentioning the weather.
Zhang Yuzhong shook his head hard, tucking his hands behind his back. “No, no! You’re hurt worse than me—you should use it!”
“I’ve got more at home. Besides, you’re the one who’s worse off.”
Ah, the inexplicable competitiveness of boys.
With that, Su Jiazhen tossed the bag onto the teacher’s desk, shoved his hands in his pockets, and walked straight out of Class 8.
His retreating figure carried an air of effortless cool—like a man brushing off dust without a care.
But no one saw the quiet sigh of relief he let out the moment he turned away.
Good. I made it in time.
If he hadn’t, with Zhang Yuzhong’s clumsy way with words, he might’ve ended up targeted again in Class 13.
As for the medicine? He’d dug it out the second he got home last night.
To him, friendship between guys was just that simple.
After all, they’d fought side by side.
Zhang Yuzhong quickly explained how he’d been jumped by his coworkers the night before—until Su Jiazhen showed up to bail him out.
When he got to the part where “Su Jiazhen grabbed two bricks, one in each hand, and knocked two guys flat on the spot,” the entire class erupted.
“No way! For real? Two bricks at once?!”
“Damn, that’s hardcore! Wasn’t he afraid of killing someone?!”
“Then what? What happened next?!” Fang Jun pressed, like he was binge-watching a drama.
“Then, halfway through, Su Jiazhen lied and said he’d already called the cops. My coworkers freaked and ran. After that, we called the police.”
Students had a way of getting quick results when reporting things.
After all, they were still under the label of “flowers of the nation.”
Not like later, when they’d just be “beasts of burden.”
The three guys who’d cornered Zhang Yuzhong were arrested right at their workplace. They’d shown up for their shift like nothing happened, never expecting Su Jiazhen to actually involve the cops.
With exactly three attackers, the incident was upgraded to gang assault—an aggravated offense.
The officers made it clear: without a settlement agreement, those three were looking at at least three years inside.
Su Jiazhen’s side was even simpler. One call home, and a sharply dressed lawyer showed up at the station, slapping a compensation agreement in front of the trio.
Tens of thousands in damages—not a cent less.
Knowing Zhang Yuzhong’s family was struggling, Su Jiazhen handed him the entire stack of cash without a second glance.
Zhang Yuzhong’s hands trembled as he held the thick wad of bills, insisting he’d only take half.
But Su Jiazhen ignored his protests, locking eyes with him before making one serious demand.
“Keep the money.”
“But if Lin Mo ever comes after me, you’ve got to step in and protect me.”
Lin Mo, who’d been listening with great interest, dropped his pen with a clatter.
“Hold on! I object!” He pointed at himself.
“Why do I sound like the final boss waiting to make my entrance?!”
Fang Jun walked over and patted his shoulder. “Sorry, buddy. This round, you’re stuck playing the villain. The spotlight’s on the passionate friendship between the main characters now.”
Just then, Lin Jiajun frowned and handed his phone to Lin Mo.
“Lin Mo, check this out. It’s happening again.”
After just a few days away from the school forum, the post questioning the charity donations had blown up again.
The original poster was still updating, and the accusations against Lin Mo were growing louder.
After all, no one had actually seen his name on the donor list.
People love jumping on bandwagons. As the saying goes, repeat a lie enough, and it becomes truth. Even those who didn’t know the full story were happy to take a swing.
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
