After the minor character transforms into a beauty, she steals the heart of a tycoon's son.

Wen Yan put his phone in his pocket, his usual smile gone. "The resistance is quite insidious."

"They dare not touch her openly, but they resort to such underhanded tactics."

"Those petty nobles who always change their tune depending on the wind on the forum, and who don't think things through, have probably already started making their moves."

Pei Heng deliberately made sarcastic remarks to observe the two's reactions, "Let her fight if she wants to. Isn't she so capable? She brought this on herself, so she should take responsibility for it."

Si Lin stood up.

Pei Heng looked up at him. "Where are you going?"

Si Lin didn't answer, opened the office door and walked out.

Wen Yan followed.

Pei Heng was stunned for a moment, then cursed, "Damn? They're protecting each other already?"

He sprang up from the sofa, grabbed his coat, and headed outside.

In the corridor, Si Lin walked quickly, and Wen Yan hurried to catch up with him, saying beside him, "She's in the teaching building now."

The elevator doors opened, and three people stepped inside.

Pei Heng leaned against the elevator wall, arms crossed, and said, "Hey you two, is it really worth it for a little secretary?"

"She's not a secretary," Wen Yan said in a very calm tone. "She's part of the executive council."

"What's the difference?"

"The difference is that messing with her is like slapping us in the face."

Pei Heng laughed and said, "Brother, you dare say that? You don't have any selfish motives whatsoever?"

The three people walked through the hall, pushed open the glass door, and headed towards the teaching building.

-

In the classroom, the boy with glasses saw that she was ignoring him, and his anger flared up.

"Ruan Tang, I'm talking to you, are you deaf?"

"Why is a specially admitted student putting on airs?"

Ruan Tang turned a page of her book.

Zhou Han reached out and grabbed the bottled water on the table, unscrewed the cap, and splashed it on her.

Ruan Tang dodged to the side, but a girl with a ponytail next to her reacted quickly, pushing her back into her seat with both hands on her shoulders. Her arm hit the edge of the table, causing a dull pain.

She quickly turned to the side, but the water still soaked half of her shoulder.

A burst of laughter erupted around them.

"Why are you dodging?" The girl who pushed her crossed her arms and smiled with her head tilted to the side.

"Wasn't the deacon secretary supposed to be quite imposing? Why isn't she greeting anyone now?"

Several girls in the front row laughed along, while several boys in the back row stood up to watch the fun.

Su Nian stood up from her seat with a guilty look on her face, walked around the seat, and wanted to go to Ruan Tang's side.

A hand grabbed her wrist.

Su Nian looked down at Lin Xiao Kui.

Lin Xiaokui shook her head slightly, giving him a look that blocked her way: Don't go.

Su Nian opened her mouth as if to say something, but Lin Xiao Kui had already forcefully pulled her down to sit.

She glanced at Ruan Tang, who was surrounded in the middle, and then at Lin Xiao Kui. Finally, she lowered her head, her eyes reddening.

It was her fault; Ruan Tang was trying to help her.

The boy's name was Zhou Han. He threw the empty water bottle on Ruan Tang's table. The bottle rolled twice and fell to the ground.

Looking down at her, he said, "Ruan Tang, a traitor is not worthy to stand beside the four deacons. You will now publicly apologize to the deacons and resign from your position as secretary."

"What if I don't?" Ruan Tang raised her eyes, her voice very soft.

"No?" Zhou Han smiled and glanced around at the people in the classroom.

"Why don't you try and see if you can walk out of this building after school?"

"Really?" The voice came from the doorway.

The noise in the classroom was cut off in an instant, and everyone turned to look at the door at the same time.

-

Si Lin stood outside the door, his face expressionless.

Wen Yan stood half a step behind him, his usual gentle expression gone.

Pei Heng leaned against the door frame, arms crossed, a smile of anticipation playing on his lips, but no real smile in his eyes.

Zhou Han froze, and the girl who had pushed him took a step back.

Si Lin walked in, and the people in the classroom automatically moved aside to make way for him.

The people who were just gathered around Ruan Tang's table now retreated far away, like water flowing apart, not daring to even breathe.

Si Lin stopped in front of Ruan Tang and glanced down at her.

He looked rather disheveled; his clothes, soaked from the splash, clung to his body, and his exposed wrists were red.

She looked up at him, her eyes slightly red, from the pain she had felt when she was pushed earlier.

Her small face was fair and delicate, her lips were pursed, and she was curled up in her seat like a wronged little white kitten.

Si Lin frowned, gritted his teeth, and glared at her with a look of exasperation.

She insisted on defying him and being a good person, only to be betrayed by the resistance group.

He was very unhappy; he hadn't gotten over what happened in PE class.

But seeing her like this now, the anger in my heart has turned sour.

I felt a strange tightness in my chest, and I couldn't quite describe the feeling.

He blamed it on the fact that others were making trouble for the deacon group, which he felt was a slap in the face.

That's why I feel uncomfortable.

"What a magnificent display," Si Lin said, his voice clearly audible to everyone in the classroom.

Zhou Han's lips moved slightly, a hint of fear in his eyes.

But he still managed a smile and took half a step forward. "Young Master Si, this Ruan Tang has been secretly tipping off the resistance group behind your back. It's all over the forums."

"We couldn't stand by and watch, so we stepped in and taught her a lesson."

When he said this, his voice was filled with flattery, a desire for credit, and a cautious probing.

Wen Yan walked over and stood next to Si Lin.

He glanced at the red mark on Ruan Tang's arm and frowned.

He turned to look at Zhou Han, his expression indifferent. "So, we should thank you?"

Zhou Han's smile froze on his face. "No, I wouldn't dare."

The girl who had pushed the person also came over, her voice trembling, "Young Master Si, Young Master Wen, we were really standing up for the deacon team. Those people on the forum were saying such awful things, this Ruan Tang, she..."

Wen Yan interrupted her, "You dare to bully the members of the Deacon Group, you have some nerve."

The girl's face turned pale.

Si Lin looked at Zhou Han and said, "Go apologize."

Zhou Han's legs had started to tremble.

He turned around, walked up to Ruan Tang, bent down, and lowered his head. "Ruan Tang, I'm sorry, it was my fault. I shouldn't have splashed water on you."

Ruan Tang turned her face away, not wanting to look at him.

Si Lin frowned. "Is this how you apologize?"

Zhou Han was stunned. He looked up at Si Lin and then at Wen Yan.

Wen Yan didn't speak, but just looked at him quietly. They had different personalities, but the same arrogance.

Zhou Han's knees bent, and he knelt down in front of Ruan Tang, his forehead hitting the floor tiles with a dull thud.

A collective gasp filled the classroom, and some students covered their mouths.

The girl who pushed him also knelt down, trembling all over, her forehead pressed to the ground, not daring to raise her head.

Zhou Han kowtowed once, then kowtowed again.

He is pragmatic and eager to advance, which is why he took the lead today.

But he was going in the wrong direction, so he immediately turned back to his senses and showed no mercy to himself, kowtowing fiercely with each kowtow.

He was gambling that even if Ruan Tang didn't forgive him, she would soften her heart.

By the third time, blood had already seeped from his forehead.

The surrounding students were terrified.

Whether they were nobles or specially admitted students, no one dared to utter a sound; they even kept their breathing extremely low.

Ruan Tang turned her head back and looked at the blood on Zhou Han's forehead, and her stomach churned again.

She didn't want to forgive him. It was true that he had bullied her, and his apology was because he was forced by Si Lin, and it had nothing to do with her.

But when she saw the blood, she felt physically uncomfortable.

"That's enough," she said.

Si Lin looked down at her.

Ruan Tang looked up at him, pleading weakly, "I'm tired, please don't do this anymore, okay?"