Ring! Ring! Ring!
The sharp and urgent sound of the dismissal bell suddenly rang out, cutting through the heavy atmosphere in the classroom.
Yet even though class had ended, the students remained immersed in the revelations from Yang Mian’s inner thoughts. Every face showed lingering curiosity and anticipation.
At that moment, class monitor Fang Lian discreetly exchanged glances with several girls beside her.
The girls immediately understood.
Quietly, they slipped out of the classroom and headed straight for the restroom.
As soon as they entered, Fang Lian lowered her voice and said,
“Should we test Yang Mian and see whether what she said is actually true?”
The suggestion immediately gained support.
Especially Xi Simeng, who had been the center of discussion for an entire class period.
She was desperate to know the truth.
“Class Monitor, how do we prove it?” Xi Simeng asked anxiously. “We can’t just walk up and interrogate her for no reason.”
Fang Lian smiled confidently.
“It’s simple. We can use someone to test her and see whether she’s really as amazing as she claims.”
Lu Yuxing asked curiously,
“But how exactly?”
A sly smile appeared on Fang Lian’s face.
“You two go to Class One and find Li Chuan, Yang Huan’s biggest admirer. Tell him that Yang Mian has been badmouthing Yang Huan behind her back, saying she’s a hypocritical woman.”
“But don’t make it obvious. Make it seem like you accidentally overheard it.”
“If everything goes according to plan, Li Chuan will definitely come storming over to confront Yang Mian.”
After all, everyone in Class Thirteen could hear Yang Mian’s thoughts.
If they wanted to verify whether her ability was real, they needed someone from another class.
Li Chuan was the perfect candidate.
Xi Simeng looked worried.
“Isn’t that a bit dangerous? What if Li Chuan loses his temper and hits Yang Mian? What if she actually gets beaten up?”
Fang Lian waved her hand dismissively.
“Relax. This is Class Thirteen.”
“No matter how arrogant Li Chuan is, he’ll have to think twice before causing trouble here.”
That was true.
Class Thirteen was anything but ordinary.
Sure, they were chaotic.
Sure, they fought among themselves.
But when facing outsiders, they were incredibly united.
Especially when it came to the students from Class One.
Class One’s students had always been proud and arrogant.
Whenever they looked at students from Class Thirteen, it was as if they were looking at garbage.
Their eyes were filled with disdain and contempt.
Sometimes they didn’t even bother hiding it.
But what could Class Thirteen do?
Class One was the school’s elite class.
Top grades.
Teacher favoritism.
Bright futures.
Meanwhile, Class Thirteen was the class every teacher wanted to avoid.
To most teachers, stepping into their classroom felt like stepping into a cursed zone.
Only their homeroom teacher, Xiao Yangshuo, was willing to take them on.
Lu Yuxing grinned.
“Alright. Leave it to me and Xi Simeng.”
Fang Lian nodded.
“Good. I’ll go back to class and wait for your news.”
As expected, when Li Chuan—Yang Huan’s diehard fanboy—heard that Yang Mian had been slandering his perfect goddess, he immediately exploded with rage.
Accompanied by two close friends, he rushed toward Class Thirteen.
The moment he entered the classroom, he shouted,
“Which one of you is Yang Mian? Get out here!”
Yang Mian looked up in confusion and slowly raised her hand.
“I’m Yang Mian.”
“And who are you?”
Li Chuan pointed at her aggressively.
“So you’re the one spreading rumors about our Princess Yang Huan!”
“Listen carefully. Princess Yang Huan is as pure as a lotus blooming from the mud without being stained by it.”
“I’m warning you.”
“Watch your mouth.”
“If I hear you say one more bad thing about her, I’ll tear that mouth of yours apart.”
Yang Mian frowned.
“When exactly did I slander her?”
“Did you hear it with your own ears?”
“Ever heard the saying, ‘Catch a thief with the stolen goods in hand’?”
Meanwhile, her thoughts echoed through the classroom.
[Yang Huan, that world-class white lotus. She’s such a good actress. Are all the men in this school blind?]
[She’s so fake, yet nobody can see through her.]
[‘Pure as a lotus’? Ugh, give me a break.]
The girls of Class Thirteen nodded internally.
Exactly.
The men in this school were all blind.
As long as Yang Huan was pretty, they worshipped her like a goddess.
Privately, everyone called her “Princess Yang Huan.”
Li Chuan was momentarily speechless.
But he quickly stiffened his neck and argued,
“Maybe I didn’t hear it myself, but somebody told me!”
Yang Mian sneered.
“Oh, I see.”
“So because somebody casually told you something, you came charging over here without verifying anything?”
“That’s called spreading rumors.”
“And rumor-mongering is against the law.”
“Don’t tell me a so-called top student like you doesn’t even know basic common sense.”
Inside, Yang Mian was even more contemptuous.
[Pah! Some great scholar he is.]
[He’s just a disgusting creep.]
[Why is he carrying women’s underwear in his pocket?]
[And even more disgusting—the underwear has Yang Huan’s full-body photo printed on it.]
[His filthy little thoughts are too embarrassing to even describe.]
The boys of Class Thirteen immediately exchanged glances.
One of them whispered,
“Let’s go check.”
“See if he’s really carrying what she said.”
The others nodded.
“Let’s do it.”
Li Chuan, who had come to cause trouble for Yang Mian, had absolutely no idea what was about to happen.
Before he could react, several boys from Class Thirteen grabbed hold of him.
As he struggled wildly, he roared,
“What are you doing?!”
“You useless pieces of trash!”
“Let go of me right now!”