Class began.
The teacher walked in.
He Li heard a pleasant female voice.
"Everyone, turn to page 4. Today we'll study..."
The sound of pages turning filled the room. He Li's deskmate, Qian Baoyuan, was a bottom-of-the-class student whose parents had paid his way into the honors class, seated next to the school's top student, He Li, so he could learn from him.
Qian Baoyuan noticed He Li was staring blankly, not moving. He whispered, "Hey, handsome He, time to turn the page. Page..."
"Slap!"
A loud slap sounded in the classroom.
Everyone's attention focused on He Li and Qian Baoyuan. The female teacher on the platform scolded sternly, "He Li, Qian Baoyuan, what are you doing!"
Qian Baoyuan was stunned.
He had never been hit before in his life, let alone slapped in the face!
Amid the teacher's scolding, Qian Baoyuan stood up abruptly and sneered at He Li, "He Li, you've got guts, daring to hit me!"
Qian Baoyuan swung his fist at He Li!
Chaos erupted in the room.
He Li knew he should stop, but Qian Baoyuan was so much shorter than him, and so pale, just like his mother. In his memory, a man's face loomed like a ghost, needles scattered in a dark corner, his mother panicking, holding him tightly, tightly. Then the tall man came out, raising his fist, again and again; blood splattered on his face. Warm and bright red.
He Li almost felt intoxicated. Qian Baoyuan was no match for him. He felt full of power. The shadow of that man was behind him, as long as he raised his fist, again and again, again and again—
"Ah!"
"Pull them apart!"
"Help! Quickly, separate them!"
In the chaos, someone's water bottle was knocked over, falling off the desk and wetting He Li's pants leg. The scalding pain brought him back to reality.
He lowered his hand.
He frowned.
As if wondering what he had done, he lifted his head with an apologetic expression.
With an expression even more concerned than those around him, he said to Qian Baoyuan, concerned, "I'm sorry! Baoyuan! I zoned out for a second, and your voice startled me. I didn't hit you on purpose. I'm truly sorry! Please forgive me. Hit me back—I won't fight back!"
He Li said this with utmost sincerity.
But looking at Qian Baoyuan's furious eyes and round, chubby face, he felt a bit disappointed: why that expression? If his skin were just a little whiter...
If only Qian Baoyuan were a girl...
...
Su Cui didn't yet know what had happened after she left.
If there was a commotion, people would talk about it. Su Cui wasn't in a hurry. After confirming He Li, she returned to the vicinity of Su Baixue's classroom.
She was worried.
In middle school, things were pretty normal.
Apart from Zhao Pengfei, there weren't any messed-up people around. But on the first day of high school, this morning, Su Cui's right eyelid had been twitching.
Sure enough, as soon as she left Su Baixue for a moment, Su Baixue ran into some school thugs near the teaching building.
Those attracted to the female lead were all typical criminals—the more twisted, the more they liked her. This brings us to the last level of perverted scumbags in "Yangchun Baixue."
The third level: passerby scumbags, i.e., wave after wave of minor thugs on the streets.
Thinking about this, Su Cui was speechless. In a normal world, there weren't that many thugs on the streets, and yet the female lead kept running into them. What, did Su Baixue have a "thug-attracting Wi-Fi" installed on her? Every thug had to come and connect.
Su Cui flexed her fists.
[Author's Note]
Po Po's mini-interview: Grandma, what's the white powder?
Grandma Su Cui pinches her own muscles: Oh, it's just some flour~