This chapter’s content is not for imitation by fellow students, thank you. In his life so far, this was the first time Yang Feng had been slapped three times in a row, and in front of dozens of watching students, no less.

Indeed, some helpful students had chased over from a distance; though they dared not approach, they formed a circle of onlookers over ten meters away. “These three slaps are to teach you a lesson, damn it,” Wang Zhuo said, poking Yang Feng’s nose with a swaggering air.

“Yu Qing ambushed me once, Yao Yuwen ambushed me once, and you once. Three slaps, I’m settling the score with you for all three.” He spat onto the ground again and continued, “Don’t act like some self-appointed champion of justice.

You have no idea what really happened between me and Hu Zhiyuan.” Yang Feng’s gaze was fixed, but he held back, refusing to utter a sound, thinking to himself, Wang Zhuo, just you wait. The humiliation of today, I will repay tenfold tomorrow!

His expression fully betrayed his inner thoughts, which Wang Zhuo noticed. He sneered, “You provoked first, you struck first, and you nearly injured me twice.

Do you still feel wronged?” Pan Shanshan stood nearby, afraid to step forward, while He Ye didn't know what to do. Anything she did now would only pour oil on the fire for Yang Feng.

It was better to pretend to be invisible for a while longer. “Hu Zhiyuan, don’t you dare run!” Wang Zhuo suddenly shouted, instantly drawing the attention of the uninformed onlookers toward Hu Zhiyuan.

The man in question was quietly slipping toward the edge of the crowd, his nosebleed having just stopped, leaving his body stained with gruesome patches of blood. “Oh, oh,” Wang Zhuo suddenly laughed again.

“You can go. Li Mengru should be arriving soon.

It seems I’m done here.” No sooner had the words left his mouth than a flurry of movement swept through the back of the crowd, and a large girl, weighing around one hundred kilograms, barged in with a look of absolute fury on her face. She quickly scanned the area, then locked eyes on the blood-soaked Hu Zhiyuan.

Seeing Hu Zhiyuan’s pitiful state, she paused for a beat, then let out a strange shriek and lunged forward, flailing her arms! An embrace?

Oh no. Several bloody welts instantly appeared on Hu Zhiyuan’s handsome face; he was shredded like ‘shredded potato’ strips.

Then the students watched in shock as a brutal scene unfolded—a monster beating Ultraman. The fifty-six-kilogram Hu Zhiyuan was like a small child under the blows of the hundred-kilogram Li Mengru: closed-eye punches, a body slam over the shoulder… Hu Zhiyuan’s body quickly started to fall apart!

Finally, a few brave boys stepped forward to pull them apart. If they hadn't intervened, someone might have been killed.

Li Mengru suddenly burst into sobs, wiping tears away as she fled the crowd and disappeared through the door of the girls’ dormitory. “Hey?

Whose iPhone is this?” A female student curiously stepped forward and picked up a white phone from the ground. She glanced at the screen and suddenly froze.

It was a diary entry detailing Hu Zhiyuan’s intimate encounter with Li Mengru, interspersed with Hu Zhiyuan’s own psychological musings. After reading only a few lines, the girl understood why Li Mengru had beaten Hu Zhiyuan so savagely.

This seemingly upright man actually possessed the heart of a viper, treating Li Mengru as nothing more than a tool for physical release, indulging in truly vile and perverse acts. He deserved every bit of that beating!

Just as she was about to scroll down, a tall girl rushed past and snatched the phone away. “This belongs to Li Mengru.

I’ll give it to her.” With that single statement, the girl hurried away. The girl who had picked up the phone was stunned, wondering who that was—she looked so unfamiliar.

Could she be some sort of con artist sneaking in from outside the school? As she started to chase after her, a male student next to her whispered an explanation: “That’s Xu Chu, Li Mengru’s dorm mate.

I’ve seen her once.” The girl finally understood, recalling Xu Chu’s appearance, and realized why she seemed unfamiliar. If I were a ‘hairy child’ like her, I’d hide in the dorm too… “Hey,” the boy asked quietly, “What did you see on Li Mengru’s phone?” The girl glanced around to make sure no one was listening and whispered, “Well, here’s what happened…” After spitting out a few disdainful declarations, Wang Zhuo walked away calmly.

Yang Feng and his fellow sufferers quickly dispersed, not even managing to utter a final threat. He Ye naturally left with Yang Feng.

She had initially been invited by Pan Shanshan to join the four of them for dinner, and it wouldn't do to just run away at the first sign of a fight; that would only worsen Yang Feng's predicament. Moreover, she harbored a small, secret plan: to hear how Yang Feng intended to deal with Wang Zhuo, and then decide whether to give Wang Zhuo a helpful warning to gain further favor from him.

Many boys disliked such calculating girls, but Wang Zhuo didn't particularly care. He Ye was still a student, not an adult in the working world; in Wang Zhuo’s eyes, such petty scheming was far from advanced.

In truth, Yang Feng felt a degree of displaced anger toward He Ye. If it weren’t for her, he wouldn't have clashed with Wang Zhuo to this extent and suffered such a profound humiliation.

However, when Wang Zhuo had given He Ye a hard look, it had genuinely misled him, making him feel a sense of shared outrage with her, so the initial resentment he held dissipated. “Brother, that guy Wang Zhuo, he’s really something, he…” Pan Shanshan’s words were cut off as Yang Feng raised a hand to stop her.

“Shanshan, you and He Ye should go eat first. Don’t worry about us.” “Brother?” Yang Feng waved his hand at Pan Shanshan, then turned to He Ye.

“He Ye, take Shanshan to eat. I have some things to take care of and won’t be accompanying you.” He Ye was a smart woman and knew that her prolonged presence in front of Yang Feng at this moment was inappropriate.

She nodded briskly and agreed. Having sent the two girls away, Yang Feng immediately pulled out his phone and called the Vice Principal who had always looked out for him.

“Principal Liu, I have a small favor to ask of you…” Upon hearing that a major figure had been beaten, Principal Liu dared not delay. He immediately went to the school security office himself, bringing his secretary and a portable hard drive to preserve evidence.

Yang Feng was not without strategy. Wang Zhuo was not an ordinary student who could be easily bullied, so Yang Feng planned to secure the surveillance footage first to see if it was advantageous to him.

If it favored Wang Zhuo, he would destroy it immediately. “Yang Feng always thinks things through.

Why didn’t we think of that?” Yao Yuwen exclaimed, slapping his thigh in appreciation. “Nonsense,” Yu Qing scoffed.

“Even if you thought of it, it’s useless. Can you get Principal Liu to copy the footage for you like Brother Feng can?” Yang Feng couldn’t savor the feeling of superiority from his followers’ conversation; his cheeks were still burning hot, and the two fingers on his left hand were swollen like small carrots.

Moving them sent a piercing pain through him; it was likely at least a sprain, perhaps even a fracture. Principal Liu called back soon, but the news was not good.

“Yang Feng, something’s wrong. The surveillance camera covering the area you mentioned—the system inexplicably locked down for five minutes.

When the technician managed to fix it, all the other footage was there, but the crucial segments were entirely gone!” “What?!” Yang Feng shot up from his seat, quickly saying, “Quick! Immediately pull the network cable on that computer and shut off the power!

The data can still be recovered!” “It can’t be recovered,” Principal Liu said with a wry smile. “The technician said that section of the recording was overwritten with fragmented files.

He said it was done by an expert—even Bill Gates couldn’t recover that!” “Damn it!” Yu Qing, standing nearby, couldn't help but swear, thinking Wang Zhuo was too terrifying, capable of covering the sky with one hand! Yang Feng was momentarily stunned, finally realizing the extent of Wang Zhuo’s power.

He thought, No wonder he dares to beat people so brazenly on campus, and for a considerable time too, without a single security guard or staff member intervening. “I refuse to believe it,” he huffed angrily.

“Has this Medical College become Wang Zhuo’s private domain? We’ll just wait and see!” Vice Principal Liu hastily tried to persuade him earnestly, asking for his location so he could offer some face-to-face counseling, but Yang Feng politely declined.

“You two fight it out amongst yourselves. I, Liu, can’t afford to get involved in this.” After hanging up the phone, Vice Principal Liu sighed in frustration and promptly called Yang Feng’s parents.

… After making one call to the Siyuan group to smooth things over, Wang Zhuo finally called Xu Chu. “How is Li Mengru?” Xu Chu’s mental state wasn’t great either, but having Li Mengru as a benchmark made her feel much stronger.

On one hand, she felt guilty because Hu Zhiyuan had used Li Mengru as a stepping stone to get close to her; on the other hand, the blows dealt by her own physical defect had long since forged a resilient will within her. Although the shattering of their friendship caused her pain, it wasn’t severe enough to lead to a breakdown.

Sighing, Xu Chu replied, “She’s in the dorm eating to vent her feelings. I’m on my way to the supermarket right now to buy her some chocolate.” “She’s alone in the dorm?” Wang Zhuo frowned instantly, his X-ray vision instantly focusing, shooting toward the direction of Xu Chu’s dorm.

Light speed is three hundred thousand kilometers per second—a fact even primary schoolers know. Sight is also light, and a distance of one kilometer is crossed in an instant.

Wang Zhuo immediately saw a shocking scene: the overweight Li Mengru had just dragged a razor blade across her left wrist, and arterial blood sprayed out, splattering across her face! There are two ways to cut one's wrist: one is cutting the vein, where blood flows out slowly rather than spurting, which is often used to scare people; the other is cutting the artery, where blood spurts out, leading to rapid death if not treated immediately.

Online, some people ask how to cut their wrist without severing the tendons—these people only intend to frighten others and naturally avoid cutting an artery. But Li Mengru had a genuine will to die.

Moreover, since she was a medical student, she knew the location of the wrist artery very well, so this one cut pierced the artery directly! “Damn it!” Wang Zhuo immediately cursed.

He had just taken off his jacket and tossed it into the washing machine; he didn't bother putting it back on, rushing out of the bathroom bare-chested, shoving open the living room window, and leaping out! The half-naked man descending from the sky made the few couples making out on the lawn below scream out in shock.

Wang Zhuo couldn't spare them any attention. He got up, bolted, and shouted urgently toward Xu Chu, “Hurry back to the dorm!

I suspect the fatty might try to commit suicide!” Xu Chu was startled and realized the gravity of the situation. She frantically turned around to run back, but she was tall and large, yet her motor coordination was poor and she lacked regular exercise.

Furthermore, she hadn’t bothered putting on her shirt when going downstairs, causing her chest—a pair of bouncing rabbits—to jump vigorously as she ran, making her speed pathetically slow.