Yunhui High School is a private high school. The education thod here is different from the city's No.1 key high school. It has four culture classes in the morning, and in the afternoon, after one big class, students can freely choose to participate in interest activities.
Not only that, between grades and between classes, leaders are chosen through strength, and selecting Yunhui's "king" at the end of each term is Yunhui High School's tradition.
However, becoming the king is not that simple. One must be both literarily and martially skilled, and at least two-thirds of the students must truly accept him. Moreover, the king each year is usually the class president of Class A.
From Class A to Class H, the strongest is Class A, while the weakest is the last ranked Class H.
"What's going on? Has Bi Xia not arrived yet?" Zhao Wenxin straightened up and asked Wu Zhiyuan, who had just walked in from the classroom door.
Wu Zhiyuan shook his head, "Not yet, sigh."
"Hey, Wu Zhiyuan, could it be that Bi Xia is scared and isn't going to show up?" A voice ca from behind, and a boy complained, "Seriously, if he doesn't have the guts, he shouldn't provoke Class E people. Now he's not showing up, and we have to bear the consequences for his actions."
Zhao Wenxin got instantly furious and pointed at the boy, "Are you from Class H? Your own class is in trouble, and you still have the nerve to complain!"
"Why don't you think about who made Class E return the protection fee yesterday?! If it wasn't for Bi Xia beating Zhou Wei at KTV, we'd still be oppressed by Class E!"
The boy's face turned a bit red upon hearing this and grumbled, "Yes, you're right, but if it wasn't for Bi Xia, Class E wouldn't be blocking our classroom door, not letting us in."
"Exactly, one person's action should be his own responsibility. Anyway, ng Chi isn't here, we've fallen from Class E to Class H already. Never mind, we're willing to pay the protection fee for our safety." Another chid in.
Wu Zhiyuan and Zhao Wenxin exchanged glances, seeing the frustration and helplessness in each other's eyes.
Their class used to have ng Chi as the boss, hence was Class E, but ng Chi was frad by the forr Class H boss, leading to suspension. Their class fell to Class H, and the forr Class H rose to beco the current Class E, which is why Zhou Wei keeps targeting their class.
Just as Zhou Wei said last ti, their class cannot unite, ng Chi is gone, and the class has dispersed. The group of followers who used to stick with ng Chi have been beaten so badly they don't dare resist, leaving only a few still united.
"Wu Zhiyuan, I think Bi Xia is really scared now," looking at the increasing number of Class H mbers, Zhou Wei and his gang blocked the door, holding clubs, sneering at Wu Zhiyuan standing not far away, "What ti is it now, he's still not at school."
Wu Zhiyuan sneered, "Whether Bi Xia cos or not is his business, has nothing to do with you. But you, leading people to block our classroom door, what does it an?"
"What does it an?" Zhou Wei laughed loudly, "It's very simple, Bi Xia hit , I need to hit back——"
The club in his hand pointed at Class H students standing at the door, "——Otherwise, the protection fee doubles, that's the end of it."
Anger surged, Wu Zhiyuan signaled Zhao Wenxin to step back, then looked at the brothers standing beside him, "Brothers, let's go, I don't believe we need soone else's..." approval...
The words stuck in his throat, his shoulder was pressed by a hand, and beside him stood a teenager.
The teenager gazed ahead calmly. Beneath the scattered hair, the androgynous, extrely delicate face was expressionless. The dark, cold, starry eyes held a faint hint of deep blue, lips slightly pursed, exuding coolness.
Zhao Wenxin opened his mouth, stunned at the teenager, "Bi... Bi Xia."
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