Originally, student fights could be handled by homeroom teachers or the dean.
But one student was the school bully who didn’t even respect the principal, and the other was the principal’s own nephew.
This was tricky to deal with.
So the teacher had no choice but to go straight to the principal.
The principal felt a headache coming on the moment he heard about it.
Truthfully, he couldn’t wait for Ji'an to transfer out—such a delinquent would never amount to anything, just a parasite on society!
But seeing his wealthy relatives, he couldn’t help feeling resentful.
After all, when Ji'an had knocked out two of his teeth, he’d had to pay his own hospital bills.
Ji'an couldn’t afford it, and his mentally ill mother had even stormed into the principal’s office to make a scene!
“Where are they fighting?” The principal strode out, turning to Shen Yihan. “Look at Ji'an—what a disgrace! The fact that our school even tolerates a student like him is already his good fortune!”
Shen Yihan frowned slightly but said nothing.
Lin Mo, however, replied coolly, “They were both fighting. Without even understanding the situation, you’re already blaming Ji'an?”
By the time they reached the office, Shen Yihan was already discussing the matter with the principal, so Lin Mo stayed silent.
From He He'he, she had learned that Red-haired Wang Xing was the principal’s nephew—and that he was extorting "protection fees" from students.
Her impression of the principal wasn’t great after that.
There was no way he was completely unaware of his nephew’s behavior.
The portly principal scowled, surprised that this girl—who looked no older than a high schooler—dared to speak to him like this!
“Ji'an even dared to hit me—what more proof do you need?” the principal sneered.
A teacher nearby chimed in, “Exactly! That kid is hopeless. Our principal is magnanimous—he didn’t even press charges after Ji'an knocked out several of his teeth. Did you know that?”
The principal lifted his chubby chin, thinking, Hurry up and apologize already!
But the two remained unmoved.
Lin Mo said calmly, “I haven’t heard Ji'an’s side of the story yet. We’ll talk after I do.”
The principal’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head.
He was the principal! And the teacher was right there! Did they think they were lying?
Parents these days had no respect for authority!
Suddenly, a sly glint flashed in the principal’s eyes. “Ji'an has been at this school for two years—bottom of his class, constantly late, skipping school, fighting, and lying is second nature to him.”
The teacher nodded eagerly. “Yes! He lies all the time—serious character flaws!”
Shen Yihan, who had been silent until now, finally spoke, his voice icy. “Are you two doing a comedy routine?”
The principal and teacher: “……”
It was break time, and the hallway outside Class 1 was packed with students.
Shen Ji'an and Red-haired Wang Xing had already fought, both sporting bruises.
Their underlings were now hurling insults at each other.
Red-haired’s lackey: “Following that little psycho—you’re all brain-dead!”
Shen Ji'an’s lackey: “Bunch of barking dogs!”
Huang Mao even spat at them. “Ptooey!”
By the time the principal, teacher, Lin Mo, and Shen Yihan arrived, the crowd was so thick they couldn’t push through.
The teacher shouted, “Make way! The principal is here!”
No one cared.
The principal was livid. “Get back to your classrooms! Now!”
A few students obeyed, but most didn’t even hear him over the noise.
Lin Mo frowned. “I’ll push through and break it up.”
Using her slim frame to slip through gaps, she quickly reached the front.
The Green-haired Guy was standing in the first row.
When he saw Lin Mo, his eyes lit up again.
No one believed she’d treated him to spicy sticks—he had to get a photo with her this time.
Seeing Lin Mo about to step forward, he grabbed her arm. “Beauty, I’m serious this time—when our boss fights, he doesn’t hold back. Once, a girl who liked him stood nearby yelling ‘Stop fighting, please stop!’ and he had his guys carry her away!”
Lin Mo: “……”
Red-haired Wang Xing noticed Lin Mo immediately.
A dark glint flashed in his eyes.
Why does Shen Ji'an get to be liked by such a pretty girl?
But this was his chance.
If he provoked Shen Ji'an again, the girl would surely try to stop him—giving Wang Xing the upper hand.
After all, he’d been paid to break one of Ji'an’s legs.
He was a minor—no legal consequences.
Ji'an must really be hated if even outsiders want to beat him up.
Wiping his nosebleed, Wang Xing sneered at Shen Ji'an. “Shen Ji'an, your mom’s a psycho—do you even know who your dad is? Or do you have too many to count?”
His lackeys burst into laughter.
Huang Mao wished he could spit right into their mouths.
Shen Ji'an’s eyes darkened under his long bangs. He lunged forward, fist raised—
Then someone grabbed his arm.
The grip was light, but it was enough to make him pause, the fury in his eyes fading slightly.
He didn’t need to look to know who it was.
Turning, he saw his sister’s beautiful face—and his heart sank.
Not good. She’s definitely mad again.
Sleeping in class, fighting at break—I’m such a failure.
What if she gives up on me?
Wang Xing smirked in triumph, swinging his fist toward Shen Ji'an’s face—
But before it could land, his sister kicked Wang Xing back half a meter, her hair whipping through the air. Then—smack! smack! smack!—she slapped him across the face.
“Lay a finger on my brother again,” she snapped, “and I’ll show you why they call me the Slapping Zhao Zilong!”
