Breaking Ye Qingcheng's Hand

Director Pan called several head teachers, and finally, the softest target in the whole grade, Luo Jiuhong from Class Nineteen, came over, wiping sweat from his forehead.

The middle-aged man had a smiling face. "Don't worry, Qingqing, education knows no boundaries. From now on, you are a member of our Class Nineteen!"

Gu Qingqing nodded. "Nine is an auspicious number. Mr. Luo, you will surely rise to great heights."

Director Pan: ...

How did fate come into play here?

Luo Jiuhong looked at Director Pan, who had a flushed face. He waved his hand. "It's time for class. Take her over."

Gu Qingqing said, "I need to get my backpack."

"Go quickly then, and come back quickly."

Students of the twelfth grade at the No. 1 High School was divided into two parts: one consisted of elite students in Building A, who achieved their scores through hard work; the other consisted of students with connections or special admissions, in Building B.

Class Nineteen was undoubtedly in Building B.

Building A had ten classes, all of which looked down on the nine classes in Building B.

Unfortunately, Mu Yuyang belonged to Building B and was even at the bottom of Building B.

Carrying Gu Qingqing's backpack, he went to Building A and was immediately mocked by everyone.

Standing tall at 1.8 meters, he pitifully stood outside the classroom door, ignoring the strange glances of everyone. He exuded an aura of aloofness and arrogance.

In his heart, he cursed: Gu Qingqing, you little troublemaker, if you don't come soon, I'll jump from here!

"Xueqing, is that your cousin?"

Mu Xueqing's face turned red. This reckless cousin of hers, why did he have to stand outside her class?

Who in Class One didn't know she had a useless cousin?

It was as if she didn't want to acknowledge him, but she couldn't just pretend she didn't know him.

Setting down her English book, she went out. "Yuyang, I asked the head teacher just now, and she didn't agree to let Gu Qingqing join our class."

Finally, someone responded to him. Mu Yuyang's face, covered in a layer of proud frost, relaxed a bit.

"Then which class is she in?"

Mu Xueqing looked towards Class Three. "Probably back in her original class."

Although it wasn't clear which class Gu Qingqing would end up in, it was clear that Huang Guangyao definitely wouldn't accept her.

But why should he be the only one endured all the mockery?

Confidently, Mu Yuyang stepped into the gate of Class Three. "Which one is Gu Qingqing's seat?"

The classroom fell silent during morning self-study.

Mu Yuyang, with his tall stature, had never been accustomed to the curious looks of the obedient students in the top classes. Seeing the only empty seat, he headed towards it, eager to escape the sight of these people.

Little did he know, that as soon as he turned around, Gu Qingqing's pink backpack was thrown in a parabola trajectory, landing right outside the door.

The resentment he had suppressed all morning finally erupted.

"Who threw that?"

Standing at a towering height of 1.8 meters, his imposing presence suddenly expanded to 2.8 meters. His rugged and intimidating aura was something these top students had never encountered before, causing the entire classroom to emit an atmosphere of fear.

The one who threw the backpack, Chen Rongrong, burst into tears, scared by his question. "A…Are you going to hit me?"

Mu Yuyang: ...

I haven't even made a move yet!

The commissary in charge of sports of Class Three stepped forward. Though he was muscular, standing in front of Mu Yuyang made him seem half a head shorter, reducing his imposing aura to only 1.2 meters. But even in this critical moment when the class was invaded, everyone could feel intimidated, except him.

"Qingqing cheated, and everyone in the school knows it. With such a bad character, our Class Three cannot accept her."

"Yes, this troublemaker should be expelled from the No. 1 High School!"

"What qualifications does the trash from Building B have to come to our Building A and act so arrogantly?"

Suddenly, a book flew over. Mu Yuyang dodged quickly, but the sharp edges of the pages still grazed his cheek, leaving a thin trail of blood.

Someone started it, and others followed suit. Second book, third book, and countless more...

With a bang, the half-open classroom door was kicked open.

Gu Qingqing walked in, and her delicate face was covered in a layer of frost.

"Whoever doesn't want their hand, feel free to donate it!"

Class Three was intimidated by her aura.

This was the same person who dared to push her own brother down the stairs! For a moment, the classroom fell silent, with everyone afraid of attracting her attention.

Gu Qingqing glanced around the classroom and walked up to Ye Qingcheng.

Subconsciously, Ye Qingcheng adjusted her face mask and glared angrily. "What do you want?"

Gu Qingqing said, "A handshake."

Ye Qingcheng sneered internally. Scared now? Heh heh.

"You've ruined Qingcheng's face. Now you want to shake hands and make peace? No way!" The whole class chimed in, and Chen Rongrong felt triumphant again.

"Rongrong, don't say that."

Ye Qingcheng stood up gracefully. "Since Gu Qingqing knows she was wrong, I'll forgive her. Let's stop making a fuss, after all, we're all aiming for top universities. We shouldn't waste our time on such things."

Yes, they were all top students, the future of the country, the cream of the crop. How could they lower themselves to the level of the trash from Building B?

Ye Qingcheng finally reached out her hand and shook Gu Qingqing's in a friendly manner. However, the next moment...

Crack!

Her right arm was broken...

The piercing screams echoed throughout the entire building. Before anyone could react, "crack!" Another sound, and Ye Qingcheng's screams abruptly stopped.

Her arm was intact again.

"You—ah—"

Crack!

It broke again.

"I—ah—"

Crack! It was fixed again...

This back-and-forth happened three times, with Ye Qingcheng alternating between high and low pitches, like practicing vocal exercises.

Everyone's scalp tingled, their hair standing on end, afraid to even breathe.

Chen Rongrong was the only one who dared to act first, rushing forward to pry open Gu Qingqing's hand.

Gu Qingqing took out a handkerchief and wiped her hand. She didn't like the scent of Ye Qingcheng.

"If you can't control your hands next time, I won't mind removing your bones."

Her voice was calm, almost devoid of anger, but it was chillingly cold!

So, was she trying to scare others into obedience by using me as an example?

Ye Qingcheng was crying uncontrollably. I didn't even hit Mu Yuyang!

Mu Yuyang, unexpectedly revenged by his new sister, felt indescribable in his heart.

"After school, I'll treat you to ice cream."

Raising his head, the teenager thought that right now Gu Qingqing must have felt that there was no one more generous than her big brother.

Gu Qingqing didn't say anything, bending down to pick up her backpack. Seeing the books scattered on the floor, she hesitated for a moment. With just this pause, everyone's hair stood on end, subconsciously hiding their hands under their desks, whether they had thrown books or not.

Luo Jiuhong heard the commotion and ran over, thinking there was another fight. However, when he entered the classroom, he saw Ye Qingcheng crying bitterly, and the other students sitting properly, as if they were primary school students.

He sighed, "Class Three isn't far from Class Nineteen. You can run back and forth during breaks. You don't have to say goodbye like this."

Class Three: Who's saying goodbye? Didn't you see that we were bullied by her?

Clearly, Luo Jiuhong didn't realize what was going on. Before leaving, he politely said, "You're welcome to come to Class Nineteen for mutual learning."

Class Three: Who wants to learn from your trash from Building B?

Despite their inner lamentations, not a single person dared to move.

It wasn't until Gu Qingqing disappeared that someone muttered, "So scary."

Only then did everyone realize that their entire class, dozens of students, had been bullied by Gu Qingqing alone!