Pure Revolutionary Friendship

In school, there are some unwritten rules.

For example, if a normally obedient girl with decent grades starts crying, she automatically assumes the position of the victim.

Who is right and who is wrong is no longer important; what matters is that she cried.

Then the one at fault will definitely not be her. Even if it was her, it wouldn't be her anymore.

Cai Junhuang was crying a river of tears, Fang Jun was speaking with absolute certainty, and there was even a police call as evidence. Even though the angle of that photo was highly questionable, what else could Chen Xiaoya say?

The procedures still had to be followed.

She looked at Fang Jun, her tone devoid of emotion.

"Go and call Ye Minghui here."

"You got it!"

Fang Jun immediately responded, straightening his back a bit, his face filled with righteous indignation.

"I will definitely escort that despicable and shameless villain right to you!"

He was already blooming with joy in his heart.

Ye Minghui, huh? A free meal delivered right to the door; it'd be a waste not to eat it.

Today, I'll let you know what the iron fist of public opinion is, and what it means to be cursed out!

Carrying this simple yet passionate desire, Fang Jun practically sprinted back to the classroom like the wind.

"Fuck!"

A preemptive strike!

The whole class was present, preparing to welcome the baptism of physics class. This sudden shout jolted everyone wide awake.

Everyone looked at Fang Jun at the door.

Fang Jun stood at the door, took a deep breath, channeled his energy from his diaphragm, and let out an earth-shattering roar toward a certain corner of the classroom.

"Fuck you, Ye Minghui, you son of a bitch!"

This shout had extreme penetrating power, comparable to a tenor.

The air in the entire classroom froze. Dozens of pairs of eyes instantly focused on Ye Minghui in the back.

On the podium, the physics teacher, Brother Chun, who had just picked up a piece of chalk, had his hand tremble, and half of the chalk snapped off.

Brother Chun was also a bit dazed at this moment. He looked at Fang Jun and said in a gentle and mild tone, "Fang Jun, what's going on? Why are you suddenly cursing at people?"

What a great opportunity!

While everyone was looking bewildered, Fang Jun dashed to the side of the podium. He squeezed out an expression that was perfectly balanced with thirty percent grief and indignation, and seventy percent grievance.

"Brother Chun! I've run into a villain! I really couldn't hold it in anymore! I need to take up a bit of everyone's time."

Without waiting for Brother Chun to ask further, he spilled everything like beans pouring from a bamboo tube, beginning his emotional performance.

He recounted, in a highly detailed yet slightly embellished manner, how he had passed by after evening self-study the other day and discovered Cai Junhuang being harassed by Ye Minghui.

When he reached the emotional part, Fang Jun even beat his own chest.

"When his harassment failed, he flew into a rage out of humiliation. He actually secretly took photos of us and sent them to all the teachers! Brother Chun, you received it too, right? Look at how that photo was taken, how malicious his intentions were! He's trying to ruin me and my classmate Cai Junhuang! Our pure revolutionary friendship has been tarnished by him just like that!"

"This Ye Minghui, failing to court a female classmate, resorted to such underhanded methods for revenge. He is both despicable and shameless!"

His words were spoken with a rhythmic cadence, soul-stirring and dramatic.

Brother Chun was indeed led into the ditch. He had indeed received the email and had found it strange at the time. Now, listening to Fang Jun's explanation, the cause and effect matched up, and the logic instantly made sense.

The look in his eyes as he glanced toward Ye Minghui's seat had already taken on a bit of hostility and disdain.

Such a perfectly good student, how could his mind be so dark?

And as the center of the incident, Ye Minghui's face had turned so dark it could drip ink.

He had miscalculated.

He originally thought that an anonymous email would be enough to cause Fang Jun and Cai Junhuang some serious trouble and leave a bad impression on the teachers.

In the end, all the trouble crashed down on his own head.

What the hell was this?

He subconsciously turned his head to look at Zhou Nianqian next to him, wanting to seek a little support, but only saw a face trying hard to hold back laughter.

"You really played yourself this time."

Ye Minghui's lungs were about to explode from anger.

Fang Jun, was it?

Fine, I'll remember you.

Ruining my plans time and time again.

The viciousness in his eyes almost solidified into substance. Unfortunately, Fang Jun didn't take it seriously at all and even found it a bit funny.

He chuckled, not giving Ye Minghui any chance to catch his breath. He directly raised his hand and pointed his index finger right at Ye Minghui's nose from across the room.

"What are you looking at? You still dare to glare at me?"

"Stop playing dead. Hurry up, the homeroom teacher told you to bring your phone and go to the office!"

Fang Jun paused and deliberately raised his volume, ensuring that the entire class could hear him loud and clear.

"I really don't know what's in your head. You can't even get secretly taking photos right. Couldn't you have chosen a better angle? Did you have to take it from the car? With that perspective, other than your designated seat, who else could have taken it? Were you afraid people wouldn't know it was you?"

Fang Jun's mockery was absolutely maxed out.

It was already this thrilling before the class bell even rang.

Even Brother Chun felt lucky that he came early today, otherwise he would have missed this grand drama.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Ye Minghui could only stand up from his seat.

He didn't say a word, his lips pressed tightly together. With his head lowered, he looked like a defeated rooster, only wanting to quickly escape this colosseum.

However, there was always someone unwilling to let him leave with such dignity.

Su Mingzhao, who hadn't run his mouth for a long time, suddenly spoke up. He slammed his hand on the desk, the sound exceptionally piercing in the classroom.

"What are you pretending for? Sinister and vicious, and your methods are so dirty! I think you're even worse scum than I am! How can Class Eight keep a person like you?"

Su Mingzhao's voice was loud, carrying undisguised disdain.

These words were like a whip lashing across Ye Minghui's face, burning with pain.

He jerked his head around, his eyes glaring fiercely at Su Mingzhao, filled with fury.

Why would Su Mingzhao be afraid of him? He bounced right out of his seat, clutching a thick physics textbook in his hand. Looking at his stance, he was ready to use it as a brick at any moment.

"The fuck are you glaring at! Did I say something wrong? You're a complete and utter shit-eating dog!"

Su Mingzhao genuinely looked down on Ye Minghui.

If you have no skills, then you have no skills. Yet you insist on copying others by throwing money around to buy people's loyalty. Fine, throw your money around, but then you end up doing this kind of disgusting stuff.

In the classroom, many classmates who had just been eating the potato chips Ye Minghui bought and drinking the colas he treated them to a few days ago now looked at him with a different flavor in their eyes.

It's just some snacks and drinks, right? Whose family is short of that little bit of money?

People's hearts cannot be bought like this.

Therefore, when Ye Minghui's figure disappeared at the doorway, in the huge classroom, unexpectedly not a single person spoke half a good word for him.

In this kind of situation where everyone pushes a falling wall, no one would be stupid enough to defend him.

Zhou Nianqian certainly wouldn't.

What exactly is wrong with his brain...

Before his sigh could finish echoing in his mind, the crisp sound of a chair being dragged interrupted him.

Wang Qin, sitting not far away, stood up.

Yes, the next war god of Class Eight had made her entrance without any warning.

Everyone was a bit confused, but the good show had begun.