"It's fine if you don't want to fight, but you have to treat us to milk tea. You have to treat the entire class to milk tea for a week!"
"Milk tea alone isn't enough! He even has to treat us to a week's worth of breakfast! He's too shameless!"
The students were filled with righteous indignation.
The homeroom teacher laughed so hard that his teeth almost fell off. He swung his arm and said in a rarely seen forthright manner, "Alright, now that Meng Chao has recovered, Mr. Wang is even happier than all of you. Tonight, when we go to the canteen to eat, I'll treat the entire class to milk tea with my own money!"
"Long live Mr. Wang!"
The entire class cheered.
Of course, that was except for Zuo Haoran.
He had a dazed expression as he stared at Meng Chao and ground his teeth. No one knew what he was thinking.
Meng Chao finally turned his gradually sharper gaze on the class rep.
"Thank you, Mr. Wang, but I'll treat myself to the milk tea. It's the most expensive one. I'll add pearls, herbs, or anything else."
Meng Chao had just earned more than one million the night before, so he felt very smug, as if he had gotten rich overnight. He paused for a moment and looked around. "But there's something I'll need you and everyone else to help me uphold justice."
He calmly walked to the dejected Zuo Haoran.
"Class rep, I'm back," he said softly.
Then, he suddenly glared at Zuo Haoran and pointed at his nose. "Zuo, you've bullied me multiple times, and I've been swallowing my anger because we're classmates. But you're not done yet! Today, I can't take it anymore. Let's end this!"
Once he said this, the class burst into an uproar.
The homeroom teacher quickly went forward. "What's going on? Don't be rash!"
"Don't worry, Mr. Wang, I won't do anything rash. I just want to report something really bad to you. The class rep scolded me!" Meng Chao's face contorted. He placed his hands on his hips and stomped his feet.
The students did not know whether to laugh or cry. When they heard how serious he sounded, they thought that something serious had happened, but it turned out that he had just scolded him. What was this?
The homeroom teacher was stunned as well. 'So, when someone scolds you, you complain to the teacher? Are you in the third year of high school or kindergarten?'
"Is there some sort of misunderstanding? There's no need to go that far, right?" The homeroom teacher wanted to minimize the problem.
"Meng Chao, I'm just encouraging you to improve. At most, my tone is a little harsh, but it's for your own good. Your mental fortitude isn't good enough." Zuo Haoran calmed down and snorted.
Meng Chao said nothing. He brought out … a recording pen from his pocket.
Click. He pressed the switch, and Zuo Haoran's very clear voice came from the recording pen.
"You piece of trash.
"Always a piece of trash.
"I'll fight you with only one hand, trash!"
Meng Chao brought the recording pen under the class rep's nose and shook it.
Zuo Haoran was dumbfounded.
The students were also dumbfounded.
Who would have thought that the usually righteous class leader would be so sarcastic?
For a moment, everyone looked at Zuo Haoran with eyes filled with disdain.
When he recalled what had happened just now, he was even more certain that he was the one who had reported Chu Feixiong, and he almost disbanded the study group.
The most popular girl in the class, Gu Fang, covered her mouth and cried out loud. She didn't expect the Prince Charming she had a crush on was this kind of person.
The Prince Charming in the girl's heart had become a toad.
The homeroom teacher was also dumbfounded. "Meng Chao, your recording pen …"
"You, you framed me!"
Zuo Haoran reacted very quickly. He retorted with a flushed face. "Who would bring a recording pen with them for no reason? Don't believe me! It's not what you heard!"
"That's right. Usually, no one would bring a recording pen with them, but you've insulted me multiple times and scolded me so harshly that I've learned my lesson." Meng Chao's face was calm, but his voice was quivering.
When the girls looked closely, they noticed that there were tears at the corners of his eyes.
He held back his tears and said, "Mr. Wang, students, now that things have progressed to this point, I can finally say it. Ever since I beat up Zuo Haoran so badly during the monthly test in the first year of high school, he has been holding a grudge against me. When I was injured and died in the second year of high school, he found a chance and often insulted me in secret. His insults are ten times worse than the ones I recorded today!"
Everyone was dumbfounded.
It was normal for students to get injured when they sparred against each other. Even though Zuo Haoran had been beaten up quite badly by Meng Chao in the first year of high school, there was no need for him to be so vengeful that he would not let him off even after two or three years, right?
Zuo Haoran was so angry that he wanted to cough up blood.
Zuo Haoran did indeed harbor ill intentions today. He wanted to use trash talk to provoke Meng Chao into attacking him so that he could use the chance to teach him a lesson.
But over the past two years, he had mocked Meng Chao, but when had he ever insulted Meng Chao, and his insults were ten times worse than today's?
"He's slandering me! Students, he's slandering me!"
Zuo Haoran wanted to shout that he was innocent, but Meng Chao was one step ahead of him.
"Why did I become a lab rat and find the Demonically Modified Ripple Force online to practice? It's because I couldn't stand the class rep's insults. I'm a hot-blooded man with a backbone, and even if I die, I have to stand up and stand in front of the class rep with my head held high! "
Meng Chao threw his head back and roared. "And why did I not dare to tell the lecturers or anyone else that I was practicing the Demonically Modified Ripple Force in secret? Because I was afraid. I was afraid that I would be useless. I was afraid that something would go wrong with my martial art again and I would fall into an even deeper abyss. At that time, the class rep would mock me and say that I'm forever trash! "
"I see!" The students came to a realization.
Indeed, if Meng Chao said in front of everyone that he wanted to make a comeback but failed, no one knew how the class rep would mock him.
They were all youngsters, and all of them wanted their dignity!
It was understandable that he hid his strength.
"This is too much!"
Chubby Chu Feixiong, Chubby Wang Tao, and many of the boys in the class clenched their fists and glared at Zuo Haoran.
The girls whispered to each other and shook their heads and sighed. They did not expect that the class rep would be so rotten on the inside.
"Thank goodness I worked hard enough and managed to stand up again with the Demonically Modified Ripple Force. Zuo Haoran, it's time for us to settle our score, right?" Meng Chao wiped away his tears and gripped the recording pen so tightly that it let out cracking sounds.
The homeroom teacher looked conflicted. "Meng Chao …"
"Mr. Wang, don't worry. I won't make things difficult for you," Meng Chao said loudly.
"I know that this isn't concrete evidence. After all, the class rep didn't mention his name in the recording, and his uncle is the teaching director. It's impossible for me to seek justice with just this recording, and I'm disdainful of using this method to seek justice!" Meng Chao shouted loudly.
Crack!
He exerted his strength and crushed the recording pen into pieces.
"Huh?"
The students cried out in surprise. This was crucial evidence, and it was destroyed just like that?
Whoosh!
Meng Chao flung his hand, and the fragments of the recording pen shot at Zuo Haoran.
Zuo Haoran dodged it and was not injured, but he was still sent flying.
"Zuo Haoran, do you dare accept my challenge?" Meng Chao asked loudly.
Everyone could tell that Zuo Haoran had indeed provoked Meng Chao to challenge him in the recording.
Now, Meng Chao did as he wished.
Besides, the rules of the high schools in Dragon City stated that the strongest person in the class was the class rep, and he or she could enjoy the most cultivation resources. At the same time, he or she had the duty to accept the students' challenges.
Zuo Haoran gritted his teeth. "You want to be the class rep?"
Meng Chao laughed. "It doesn't matter whether I become the class rep or not. I'll accept any student in the class as the class rep, but you're the only one who doesn't deserve it!"
"Meng Chao …" The homeroom teacher smiled wanly.
He did not expect that the matter would develop in this manner.
"Mr. Wang, don't worry. I told you that I'm a gentleman, and I won't be as crude as hitting someone. But next week is the first of the three major stages of the national college examination. Why don't I compete against Zuo Haoran based on our overall scores? This won't be against the school rules, right?"
This sort of challenge was reasonable, and the homeroom teacher had nothing to say about it.
Everyone's gazes landed on Zuo Haoran.
Zuo Haoran had no other choice. He could only nod. "Alright, I accept your challenge."
"Then we'll settle everything next week." Meng Chao smiled and blew off the fragments of the recording pen in his hand. Then, he swaggered back to the students.
When the homeroom teacher saw that the two of them did not get into a conflict in public, he sighed in relief.
"Everyone, study by yourselves first. Class rep, come with me!" The homeroom teacher glared at Zuo Haoran, but in the end, he did not scold him in public. Instead, he called him out.
Zuo Haoran's face was dark. Before he went out to be scolded, he suddenly walked over and whispered, "Meng Chao, don't say that I'm bullying you. There's still a week left. Practice your gun techniques properly!"
Once he left, the students surrounded him.
"Meng Chao, I didn't expect that you would suffer so much. The class rep is too sinister."
"Why didn't you say so earlier? Ah, it's useless even if you said it. Without proof, who would believe that the righteous class rep would do this?"
"But you were too rash. You should have brought the proof to the teaching director or the principal. That would have been useful. Why did you challenge the class rep in a moment of recklessness?"
"That's right. Did you hear his last sentence? The key is his gun techniques!"
Meng Chao blinked.
He cast a glance at his own gun technique at the corner of his vision.
[Basic Gun Technique: Perfect.]
"Meng Chao, you're too stupid. Even if you have the Demonically Modified Ripple Force and can match Zuo Haoran in terms of strength and speed, what's the point? The first stage of the national college examination consists of maximum punching strength, one hundred meter dash, and basic shooting. Among them, shooting techniques are the easiest to pull apart the scores! "
Fatty Wang Tao shook his head and sighed. He felt that Meng Chao was not worth it.
In this day and age, the greatest difference between a poor child and a rich child was shooting techniques.
Sharpshooters were trained by bullets, but Dragon City was a lone army in a foreign land. It was surrounded by fog, and all sorts of resources were lacking. Guns and ammunition were especially expensive.
Normal families would only be given limited guns and ammunition when the fog descended and they needed to fight monsters.
Their parents were strict, and their houses were small, so it was impossible for them to let their children practice shooting.
Even though there were shooting courses in schools, they were mostly theoretical explanations. They would only practice with live ammunition once or twice a week, and they could only fire a pitiful three to five bullets each time. What could they learn?
Rich people were different. In many of the gun clubs, as long as they were willing to spend money, not only would they never run out of bullets, the superhuman gun masters would even personally guide them and teach them all sorts of secrets.
Normal children could still grit their teeth and compete against rich children in terms of strength and speed.
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