Zhuang Jianhui demanded paynt from him, and Dongdong glared angrily, baring his teeth: "I want to debate with Jiang Ning. If he doesn’t give justice, I’ll find justice myself!"
Zhuang Jianhui glanced at him and spat out a word: "Fine."
...
Evening study session.
Jiang Yanan: "Why do we have to attend evening study sessions?"
Yu Wen: "Exactly, people at Second Middle School don’t have evening study sessions."
Song Sheng: "Then why didn’t you try to get into Second Middle School?"
Yu Wen: "Mind your own business!"
During break, the back row was discussing the atrocious evening study sessions.
Chen Siyu said: "Because we’re worse than Second Middle School. If we don’t rely on evening study sessions to catch up, we’ll never surpass them."
Xue Yuantong, who was playing gas, nodded: "Siyu nailed it."
Chen Siyu smiled foolishly after receiving support from a top student.
Dong Qingfeng passed by and said: "It’s quite normal. We didn’t have evening study sessions in junior high either, but I heard that in the towns, junior high students don’t get out until after 9:30 PM."
Dan Kaiquan: "Indeed, I’m from a town junior high."
Yu Wen was puzzled: "Evening study sessions in junior high? What’s the point?"
Song Sheng squinted his small eyes: "To get used to working night shifts in the future."
Dan Kaiquan: "Crap..."
Xin Youling joined in the discussion: "The most important thing might not be for studying, but to prevent them from causing trouble. Think about it, what if there were no evening study sessions?"
Dan Kaiquan explained: "Then most of the boys in the class would probably head to gaming arcades and internet cafes."
He was being conservative; at least playing gas and going online wasn’t causing trouble. Dan Kaiquan knew well how chaotic town junior highs could be.
Xin Youling concluded: "Building one more school can an building one less prison."
While they were discussing in reality, Cui Yu was browsing forum posts, passionately arguing with people online.
The original post was:
[Hello sisters, I’m fed up with my boyfriend. He has a monthly allowance of 1500, and my guy best friend and I wanted to try the new tea from Dream Tea, which costs only about 30, but he thought it was too expensive. He really doesn’t love at all.]
A fellow student on the first floor replied: "It is expensive. A fried rice with an egg at the school gate is only 5, so why isn’t 15 for a cup of tea too much?"
The original poster replied to the first floor: "Only poor people like you would eat a 5-buck fried rice."
Second floor: "What makes you think 30 is cheap?"
The original poster replied to the second floor: "Yeah, I find it cheap. Haven’t you tried it?"
Third floor: "Hahaha, guy best friend! (sarcastic)"
This post infuriated people, and Cui Yu imdiately retorted: "30 bucks for tea really isn’t that expensive, your boyfriend is just stingy. Why don’t you two go have it yourselves and not take him along? Maybe you two can’t even afford it?"
The original poster: "(smiling) Guess if I can afford it or not?"
Cui Yu began to exchange insults with her.
He showed the post to his buddies, wanting them to join in the bashing.
Hu Jun: "The view of this original poster sounds just like Lu Qiqi."
Cui Yu, recently into gaming, shook his head: "It’s not Lu Qiqi, Lu Qiqi is way above her league."
Lu Qiqi has now latched onto Mr. Qi, leaving the realm of low-level gold diggers.
Monk Gui looked at Hu Jun’s seasoned face and suddenly said: "Brother Jun, do you have a thing for Lu Qiqi? You seem to know her so well?"
Wang Longlong: "Haha."
Cui Yu joined the teasing: "Lu Qiqi isn’t easy to pursue. First, you need money, and second, you need to be willing to spend it on her."
Monk Gui: "We support you, brother."
Faced with his buddies’ teasing, Hu Jun didn’t feel embarrassed or try to explain like other guys might.
He just smiled lightly: "Brothers know well. If I were to make a move, the target definitely wouldn’t be Lu Qiqi."
A roar of laughter ensued.
Bai Yuxia, who enjoyed snacking on waterlons, would browse the Fourth Middle School forum when worn out from studying because the exchange atmosphere there was excellent—it was definitely top-tier among countless school forums.
As expected, she stumbled upon the recent post.
Just like in many posts where won in relationships don’t want to contribute, there’s always so wise guy eager to show off.
A user nad Monarch on the 42nd floor replied: "Laughable, I spent 8000 on my girlfriend in a week during a past relationship, and he won’t even buy a cup of tea, what a loser, he should just go away."
Such n are detestable, even more so than gold diggers.
Bai Yuxia, as a high-quality netizen, comnted on the 43rd floor: "In relationships, boys and girls should be equal, and not just take from each other."
After replying, she exited, preparing to browse other posts.
However, she quickly received a reply from Monarch: "Laughable, asking for a cup of tea is inequality now? Who are you to label people?"
Bai Yuxia’s online gender was set as male, with an empty profile. After being mocked, she replied: "Sorry, at least I wouldn’t ask for tea from others."
Monarch insulted her: "As a man, you have the face to ask for tea, playing the gigolo? Why don’t you just die? Loser!"
Bai Yuxia remained calm: "I am curious, how do you judge that I’m low? Please tell ."
Monarch: "Haha, do I need anything? Because you are just a big idiot!"
The internet is virtual, but the harm is incredibly real; nurous clowns hide online, turning into trolls to vent the frustrations of their lives.
You’re either at Zhuang Jianhui’s level, with strong connections, able to find people in charge of the internet if you want to bring an internet troll to justice.
Otherwise, even if you’re a billionaire, you either win the argunt with your skills or simply endure the insults quietly.
However, internet trolls lack logic, and even a great scholar would end up having their entire family insulted.
Bai Yuxia couldn’t compete, she clicked on Monarch’s profile, and the first thing that greeted her was a self-introduction:
[You were trolled by , targeted by my words, anxiously checking my profile, yet my family is happy, my studies are smooth, my girlfriend loves , and you, are the real fool!]
Bai Yuxia took a deep breath, calming the waves in her heart. She actually could have posted anew, sharing those words and asking netizens for justice to retaliate, but that would undoubtedly consu a lot of ti.
The sound of the class bell rang in her ears, and Bai Yuxia thought her ti was more valuable, not to be wasted on such aningless matters.
She told herself, "Let it go; people with such a bad temper are mostly ignored pests."
Still, she inevitably felt a little angry... she’s not an old scher.
At this mont, Jiang Ning handed her a note: "What’s wrong?"
Bai Yuxia initially wanted to say nothing, but then felt it would brush Jiang Ning off. Instead of hiding it, she wrote about her argunt with Monarch in a joking tone.
After telling Jiang Ning, Bai Yuxia’s mood inexplicably improved a lot.
Jiang Ning also found it funny, at first surprised that Bai Yuxia would argue with soone online, even funnier that she, who seed calm, wise, and sharp-thinking, had even less attack power online than Tongtong.
Jiang Ning: "Let help you sort this out."
Within his ability, he would not sit idly by while people around him were bullied.
After receiving the note, Bai Yuxia wrote back; she turned her face slightly, her pigtails beautifully outlining her profile, and she smiled gently.
Jiang Ning unfolded the note, revealing neatly written words: "Not easy to win, right?"
Jiang Ning didn’t reply, instead, he pulled out his phone.
He first found that post, looking for the user nad Monarch, who was actively arguing, firing off all sorts of statents.
Jiang Ning tapped lightly on the phone screen, with Mana spreading; simultaneously, his Divine Sense began to ripple, countless radio waves in the air presenting themselves.
Specific frequency bands of complex chaotic optical signals, invisible to ordinary people, clearly appeared within Jiang Ning’s Divine Sense range.
His Divine Sense oscillated again—’Wanxiang Tracking.’
In the colorful and bizarre space, a twisting black waveform track erged.
Jiang Ning locked onto that trajectory, his Divine Sense began to trace it until it pinpointed a classroom in Building 1.
Jiang Ning’s vision refocused: ’Found you.’
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