In the class group chat, Yu Bohan @mentioned Chen Xinhong with a hint of curiosity in his tone:
“Are you still giving that Chanel bag you just bought to An Lili?”
Seeing the message, Chen Xinhong’s anger instantly flared up. He replied in the group, his tone full of fury:
“Give my ass! I’d throw it in the trash before I ever give it to her!”
Seeing this exchange, Lu Yuxing’s eyes lit up. She quickly chimed in:
“Why throw it in the trash? Why not give it to me instead?”
Chen Xinhong thought about it. The bag really couldn’t be given away anymore, and keeping it was useless. So he replied:
“Fine. It’s not going to her anyway. I’ll bring it to you later.”
Lu Yuxing was overjoyed and quickly typed:
“Alright! Thank you so much.”
She happily thought to himself that she’d just scored a Chanel bag for free—how could she not be happy?
At that moment, Wang Lingsong also joined in the excitement and @mentioned Chen Xinhong:
“Didn’t you buy anything else for An Lili that you don’t want? If so, give me one.”
Chen Xinhong replied:
“No more. But I know Mo Xingchen has. We went shopping together—he bought necklaces, bags, and bracelets for Yang Huan. You can ask him if he’s still going to give them away.”
After seeing that reply, Wang Lingsong hesitated and said:
“Never mind then.”
She secretly thought that those items would probably end up in Fang Lian’s hands anyway. Fang Lian had died so miserably for Mo Xingchen—how could Yang Huan possibly snatch his things? She was already invested in their “CP” and might even help push it along if needed.
Meanwhile, Yang Mian had no idea that in just two or three minutes, the group chat of Class 13 had exploded with message after message.
Yang Huan and An Lili both had many supporters at school, especially among students from Class 1, who treated them like goddesses. In the eyes of others, Yang Huan was like a princess far above the world—beautiful, untouchable, and admired from afar. An Lili, on the other hand, was the dream girl of countless boys.
By offending both of them at once, Yang Mian had essentially offended the entire male population of senior year.
Li Lanhui, one of Yang Huan’s loyal followers, immediately stood up for her. With hands on her hips, she shouted at Yang Mian:
“Yang Mian! Let go of Yang Huan! This is school, not a place for you to run wild!”
Hearing this, Yang Mian not only didn’t get angry—her lips curled into a cold smile.
“Run wild? You call this running wild? Do you live by the sea? Why are you so nosy?”
The class monitor of Class 1, Qi Zhixin, also stepped forward. Pushing up his glasses, he said disdainfully:
“As expected of someone raised by a maid—no manners at all.”
“Ha.”
This time, Yang Mian truly got angry. Rage ignited in her chest. These people really had filthy mouths—she’d have to teach them a lesson.
She quickly drew a circle in the air with her hand.
The students from Class 13 saw it clearly. The strange thing was, the circle became visible and flew straight toward the group of people who had just insulted Yang Huan—then it entered directly into their mouths.
Everyone else saw nothing except the students from Class 13.
The group chat of Class 13 exploded again.
Lu Yuxing asked first:
“Did anyone else see something just now?”
Immediately, messages flooded in:
“I saw it.”
“I saw it +1”
“I saw it +1”
Seeing Yang Mian’s actions, Lin Chuan’s face turned red with rage. He pointed at her tremblingly and shouted:
“Yang Mian, you piece of trash! You’d better let go of Yang Huan, or you’ll regret it!”
But the moment he spoke, a nauseating stench spread from his mouth.
The two boys closest to him immediately smelled it. Their expressions changed drastically.
“Ugh—ugh—ugh!”
They couldn’t help gagging.
“One of them said while retching:”
“Why is Lin Chuan’s mouth so disgusting? I can’t take it anymore!”
The other echoed:
“Me too—ugh!”
The two of them rushed to a trash can and bent over, vomiting uncontrollably.
A horrifying stench instantly filled the air. Everyone covered their noses, frowning as they retreated quickly to keep their distance.
Even Lin Chuan himself was stunned. He looked around in confusion and muttered:
“What’s going on?”
Someone, unable to stand the smell, shouted:
“Lin Chuan, can you stop talking? Go rinse your mouth!”
Another complained:
“Exactly! It’s disgusting! I’m about to throw up my breakfast!”
Qi Zhixin tried to speak again, but the moment he opened his mouth:
“Yang Mian, you—”
A powerful stench of filth instantly filled his mouth. His face turned pale as he quickly shut it again, completely shocked.
What… what did Yang Mian do?
Everyone nearby was suffering from the unbearable stench and kept their distance, not daring to come closer.
Yang Mian looked at everything calmly, inwardly satisfied:
Serves you right for insulting me. Since your mouths are so filthy, consider it a taste of your own medicine.
Now that things were quiet, no one would interfere with pushing Yang Huan down the stairs.
Her gaze turned sharp and decisive as she dragged Yang Huan forward. Her aura instantly shifted—dominating and unshakable, as if nothing could stop her.
Yang Huan struggled desperately, her voice trembling:
“Yang Mian, you can’t do this to me! Mom and Dad won’t let you get away with it!”
Yang Mian sneered:
“Cut it out. You think I’m afraid of them?”
She thought coldly:
I came here just to cut ties anyway.
Under everyone’s shocked gazes, Yang Mian dragged Yang Huan to the stairwell.
Without hesitation, she shoved her forward.
Bang!
“Aaaah—!”
Yang Huan screamed as she lost control of her body and tumbled down the stairs, landing miserably at the bottom.
Yang Mian clapped her hands in satisfaction and turned away casually.
Gasps erupted all around.
“She really pushed her!”
“Oh my god, she’s insane!”
“My goddess… I feel so bad for her…”
The hallway froze for a moment before erupting into chaos and screams.
“Call an ambulance!”
Even Li Lanhui and Qi Zhixin, still recovering from the earlier “stench incident,” rushed forward to help the injured Yang Huan.
As for Yang Mian, she calmly walked back to class as if nothing had happened.