This is Lin Mo

As soon as the bell rang, it was practically a bugle call for gossip.

Jiang Yunlu and Wang Qin returned from the office, but those two guys were still nowhere to be seen.

Brother Chun, tucking his lesson plans under his arm, swept his eyes—which usually only stared at the blackboard—around the classroom.

Even though he was a teacher, he was still human, and he had caught an earful of the grand drama that just unfolded.

However, constrained by his position, he could only give Jiang Yunlu and Wang Qin a look that said, "Your teacher understands, but your teacher can't say," before greasing the soles of his shoes and slipping away at top speed.

The moment the teacher left, the classroom instantly exploded.

A circle of heads immediately surrounded Jiang Yunlu and Wang Qin.

"Quick, tell us, how exactly did they tear into each other in the office?"

Cai Junhuang was especially eager to get the full scoop.

After all, she had just been in the office and missed the climax; this feeling was more uncomfortable than constipation.

She grabbed Fang Jun by the collar. "Quick! Tell me what happened!"

"I say, don't be so anxious."

While Cai Junhuang grabbed Fang Jun for gossip, the others pestered Jiang Yunlu and Wang Qin.

The conclusion was unanimous: Zhou Nianqian and Ye Minghui were purebred scum.

Especially Zhou Nianqian, who relied on his family's wealth to coerce and bribe his classmates. This kind of person was truly the scum of the earth.

Ye Minghui was no saint either; the two were birds of a feather.

In just the span of one class, the whole class's impression of those two had plummeted to rock bottom.

It could be said that since these two were transfer students to begin with, it would be normal for them to leave now.

Of course, if they chose to stay and not leave, it would be quite awkward.

"If those two still have the face to stay in Class Eight, I'll respect them as real men," someone spat.

"Awkward? As long as their skin is thick enough, we're the ones who will be awkward."

Fang Jun didn't participate in the subsequent denunciation meeting. He pulled out his phone, his fingers flying as he sent a message to Lin Mo.

This matter still needed Lin Mo to handle. Wicked people are tormented by other wicked people—oh wait, they are tormented by Master Mo.

Before long, Lin Mo replied.

"Understood. I'll give the homeroom teacher a call."

Meanwhile, in the principal's office.

The atmosphere was so oppressive that it made people want to smash the windows.

On the leather sofa, Zhou Nianqian and Ye Minghui sat without any proper posture, their legs crossed high in the air, playing with their phones. They didn't treat this place like the principal's office at all, but rather like their own living room.

Standing on either side of the sofa were two men in suits and leather shoes.

They were from the Zhou family and the Ye family, respectively.

They actually resided permanently near the school.

Just like that assistant at the school gate for Jiang Yunlu.

As soon as they received messages from the two young masters, they came in immediately.

As the homeroom teacher, Chen Xiaoya currently looked like a primary school student who had made a mistake, standing in front of the desk alongside the grade director, Li Yan.

"Chen Xiaoya! You have disappointed me too much!"

Shen Zhongping slammed his hand on the mahogany desk, making the teacup lid rattle.

This usually sanctimonious principal was now spitting as he pointed at Chen Xiaoya's nose and scolded:

"I placed Young Master Zhou and Young Master Ye in Class Eight because I trusted you! It was for you to take good care of them! But look at you, it hasn't been long and you've caused this kind of incident. How are you acting as a homeroom teacher? Do you not want to work anymore?"

Chen Xiaoya didn't know why things had turned out like this either.

It was clearly these two students who were at fault, yet she was the one being reprimanded.

"Principal, it was them..."

"Shut up!"

Shen Zhongping didn't give her a chance to explain at all. He cast a nonchalant glance at the two young masters on the sofa, afraid that if they were displeased, they would complain to their elders back home. Although it wouldn't be a huge trouble, it would still put some pressure on him.

The Zhou family and the Ye family could speak directly to his teacher at the Education Bureau.

Although Shen Zhongping was the principal, he was ultimately a member of the Education Bureau's system.

How hard could it be for the Zhou family to have some connections with the Education Bureau?

So as long as they spoke up, it was impossible for Shen Zhongping to transfer them out of Class Eight.

He could even only suppress this matter.

This was the confidence of the Zhou family.

Hearing this, Zhou Nianqian finally deigned to move his gaze away from his phone screen.

He tilted his head, his eyes showing three parts mockery and seven parts contempt, looking at Chen Xiaoya like he was looking at an ant.

As long as he wanted, he didn't even need to open his mouth; that old dog Shen Zhongping would chew up and swallow all the trouble for him.

"Principal Shen," Zhou Nianqian slowly opened his mouth, his voice lazy, "let's not make things difficult for Teacher Chen. As long as Teacher Chen keeps her mouth shut from now on, this matter will have nothing to do with her."

Ye Minghui also took the opportunity to speak.

"Right, and change our seats while you're at it. I'll sit with Xie Yuling, and you can sit with Jiang Yunlu. Perfect."

Listening to their casual words, Chen Xiaoya's fists were already clenched tight.

She had seen rich second-generation kids before, but she had never seen such brazen ones.

And her own principal was aiding and abetting them.

Just as Chen Xiaoya was trembling with anger, her nails digging into her flesh, the phone in her pocket suddenly rang.

Shen Zhongping's brow twitched, and his gaze unconsciously fell on the vibrating pocket.

An inexplicable intuition drove Chen Xiaoya. Before she even had time to wipe the cold sweat from her palms, she quickly pulled out her phone.

Sure enough, a name was flashing on the screen.

"It's Lin Mo!"

Chen Xiaoya subconsciously read it out loud.

Shen Zhongping's eyelids twitched as he glanced at the two young masters beside him.

Zhou Nianqian and Ye Minghui exchanged a look, and their originally lazy sitting posture tightened up a bit, but only a bit.

Zhou Nianqian even snorted a cold laugh from his nose.

Lin Mo?

The top student?

Even if an ant raises its antennae, it's still an ant. What kind of waves could it make?

Crushing Lin Mo to death wouldn't be much harder for him than crushing a bedbug.

But Lin Mo's value to Shen Zhongping was very important.

Shen Zhongping raised his chin, signaling Chen Xiaoya to answer.

Chen Xiaoya took a deep breath, pressed the answer button, and her voice still carried an unabated tremble:

"Hello... Lin Mo, is something the matter?"

The voice coming from the receiver was overly steady, completely out of place with the tense atmosphere in the office.

"Teacher, please put the phone on speaker."

The other party seemed to know exactly what kind of scene was unfolding.

Chen Xiaoya froze for a moment, then did as instructed as if possessed.

The moment her finger tapped the speakerphone button, Lin Mo's voice was amplified, echoing clearly in every corner, carrying a unique metallic quality.

"Zhou Nianqian, Ye Minghui."

The eyelids of the two named individuals twitched.

"I originally thought you were just bad, but I didn't expect you to be missing brainstems to actually use such underhanded tricks. Do you really think I can't deal with you just because I'm in Tianjing?"

Before the voice faded, Zhou Nianqian, who originally had his legs crossed, abruptly put his foot down. The sole of his shoe struck the tiled floor, letting out a sharp crack.