After the fake young master left home, he discovered that it wasn't raining at all outside.

Normally, classes should have already started by now, but the school building is still quiet, except for the loud talking from Class 1 of Grade 11, which breaks the silence of the entire building.

Lu Ze was complaining about Xie Sheng'an to Qin Ci and others.

Speaking of Xie Shengan, he was incredibly enthusiastic, revealing all the disgusting things Xie Shengan had done last weekend. He didn't stop talking the whole time, which was very satisfying for Qin Ci, who loves gossip.

Shen Yan and Song Zhen listened with furrowed brows. They hadn't expected that Xie Shengan, who looked so respectable, would do such disgusting things.

Zhu Yan sat in her seat playing on her phone, occasionally saying a few words, while Xu Zhiyuan directly occupied Lu Ze's seat, leaning on the table and watching Zhu Yan play on her phone.

Zhu Yan was already used to Xu Zhiyuan's behavior. He used to wonder what was so interesting about it and whether it was boring to stare at it every day.

Over time, he got used to it, since he didn't lose anything anyway.

"Young Master Xie, Class 1 of Grade 11 is just ahead. Please come in." Zhou Heng's voice came from the corridor, interrupting the conversation inside the classroom.

"What the hell? Is Xie Sheng'an some kind of ghost that won't leave us? Why is he always following Brother Yan?" Lu Ze was horrified when he heard that Xie Sheng'an was coming to his class.

Afterwards, Xie Shengan was invited into Class 1 classroom, where he was greeted by Lu Ze and Shen Yan looking at him with disdain.

Zhu Yan completely ignored him, not even raising her head, let alone Xu Zhiyuan beside her, since he only had eyes for Zhu Yan.

"Why didn't you guys go?" Zhou Heng walked into the classroom and found it quite lively, and the people's gazes were not friendly, making him feel like they might come up and fight at any moment.

"Does he even deserve for us to pick him up?" Lu Ze couldn't stand Xie Sheng'an's provocative gaze and retorted directly.

Zhou Heng: !

Good heavens!

Do you have to say it to my face? Can't you just tell me your grievances behind my back?

As the son of a new investor, Zhou Heng naturally recognized Lu Ze. He secretly thought Lu Ze was being inconsiderate, but then turned to Xie Shengan with a forced smile.

There was no other way; he could tell the difference between five million and sixty million, but the best approach was to avoid offending either of the two major investors.

"Young Master Xie, don't mind him, he's just being immature, please don't take it to heart." Zhou Heng's face was practically beaming with joy, but all he saw was Xie Sheng'an's complexion getting worse and worse.

"With such egregious students at your school, I think I should reconsider this 60 million investment," Xie Shengan said, ignoring Lu Ze's childish provocation and instead threatening Zhou Heng.

"Young Master Xie, Lu Ze isn't feeling well today and is talking nonsense. Please don't take it to heart." Zhou Heng was about to collapse. Why was it so hard to make money? He had to clean up other people's messes everywhere and still have to pretend to be kind and friendly.

"You must be tired after such a long drive. I'll have someone bring you a seat. See which one you'd like to sit in." Zhou Heng quickly changed the subject, hoping Xie Shengan wouldn't be so fussy and would accept the offer.

Fortunately, Xie Shengan stopped making things difficult for Zhou Heng and instead kept staring at Zhu Yan, who was sitting in the last row of the classroom and hadn't looked at him once.

Celebrating the banquet... You wait, I'll play with you slowly.

Xie Shengan's eyes were filled with resentment and disdain. Suddenly, an idea came to him. He let out a short, sharp snort from his nose, a cruel smile curving up one corner of his mouth. He pointed to Zhu Yan's seat and said, "I'll sit there."

Zhou Heng looked in the direction Xie Shengan was pointing and saw Zhu Yan leaning on the stool with his legs casually spread apart. He was holding a phone in one hand, propped up on the desk, and looking down, seemingly uninterested in Xie Shengan and the others.

Zhou Heng felt his legs go weak and his vision go black. Wasn't this the president's younger brother who had been making headlines just a few days ago?

It's not easy to offend them.

Zhou Heng glanced at Xie Sheng'an subtly, and could see a faint sense of death in his eyes.

Is this guy deliberately targeting me? He's only been here a short time and he's already caused me so much trouble. I'm already exhausted before the money even arrives.

"That spot is taken. Would you like to find another one?" Zhou Heng explained patiently, and continued to ask.

But to his surprise, Xie Shengan became impatient, turned around, and looked at Zhou Heng with a stern face, "Do you want me to repeat myself again?"

Zhou Heng: ...

You're so arrogant.

(ーー゛)

Having no other choice, Zhou Heng gritted his teeth and stepped forward, walking up to Zhu Yan. "Zhu Yan, would you like to change seats?"

Zhu Yan then raised his head to look Zhou Heng in the eye. He only gave him a glance and didn't say a word, but it made Zhou Heng's heart tremble slightly.

"Principal Zhou, do you even listen to what you're saying? Is it reasonable?" Zhu Yan said expressionlessly, putting away his phone and meeting Zhou Heng's gaze.

Zhou Heng: Of course I know it's unreasonable, but what can I do? Otherwise, would I offend that 60 million?

After saying that, Zhu Yan shifted her gaze from Zhou Heng, past him, and met Xie Shengan's eyes.

The two looked at each other in silence. Zhu Yan simply tilted his head slightly, a smile playing on his lips, before looking away.

"Sixty million." Zhu Yan lowered his head, playing with his phone. "Young Master Xie, you've got quite the generosity."

The excitement at this moment did not belong to Xu Zhiyuan. He propped his head up with his right hand, watched silently as Zhu Yan dominated the battlefield.

So handsome.

(✯ᴗ✯)

As for Xie Shengan, he knew that Zhu Yan was trying to frame him, but so what? Even though he was now living in the East Building, taking out 60 million was still a piece of cake for him.

"If you know that, why don't you get out of the way and make room for me?" Xie Shengan started to speak rudely. After all, this wasn't the Zhu family's place. Nobody knew his identity, and nobody would protect him anymore.

"Looks like I didn't hit you hard enough last time." Zhu Yan paused, then looked up and gave Xie Sheng'an a look. "You've forgotten your place again."

It's about identity again.

Xie Sheng'an hated it most when Zhu Yan used his status as the young master to pressure him, even though he was the one who had been with the family the longest.

"Young Master Xie, please take my seat. My seat has good lighting and air conditioning." I don't know what Wen Chen was thinking, but he actually wanted to stand up and curry favor with Xie Sheng'an at this time.

Xie Shengan glanced at him. "Who do you think you are? Did I ask you to speak?"

Seeing that Wen Chen was still in a wheelchair, Xie Shengan launched into a tirade against Zhou Heng, "Is this even a proper school? How come there are disabled people here?"

"puff……"

Disabled people... Hahahahahaha.

When Lu Ze saw Wen Chen sitting in a wheelchair with a livid face, he couldn't help but laugh out loud. The others also suppressed their laughter.

Lu Ze was almost laughing his head off at Wen Chen's "undermining" move.

Wen Chen is really laughable. Does he even know Xie Sheng'an's identity? Yet he's already rushing to curry favor with him.

Have you ever considered that you might be suffering from chronic rheumatism?

Wen Chen's face turned extremely ugly after being scolded. No one had ever dared to treat him like this before. Xie Sheng'an's temper was just too volatile.

Wen Chen was secretly grinding his teeth to powder, his hands clenched tightly, but he still didn't dare to show it in front of Xie Shengan.

He understood that to counter Zhu Yan, he needed Xie Sheng'an's help.

After all, someone who can come up with 60 million at once must have a powerful background.