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

Several layers of people had already gathered on the playground.

Ruan Tang was pulled by Lin Xiao Kui and squeezed to the outer edge of the crowd, while Song Tian followed closely on the other side of Lin Xiao Kui.

But they were just insignificant supporting characters; the main characters were the four supercars that slowly came to a stop.

A silver-gray Bugatti, a dark red Ferrari, a pure black McLaren, and a royal blue Lamborghini.

Four boys leaned against the car, their casual posture enlivening the atmosphere across the entire playground.

They are the four deacons of the student council, the true rule-makers of Shenglan.

In the open space in the center of the playground, a boy was kneeling there, wearing Shenglan's school uniform, but at this moment the clothes were covered with dust and footprints.

He is Fang Zhaoyang, the one who posted on the forum yesterday exposing F4's school bullying and publicly insulting Si Lin.

At that moment, a shiny black leather shoe stepped on the back of his neck, and his face was almost pressed against the ground.

The person stepping on him had his back to Ruan Tang; he was very tall and had broad shoulders.

His coat was casually open, revealing a black shirt underneath. He was tilting his head slightly, talking to the person next to him.

That's Pei Heng.

He had a cigarette dangling from his mouth, a nonchalant smile on his face, and his hand on another boy's shoulder.

Ruan Tang knew that the boy was Wen Yan, the target of the cannon fodder system's conquest strategy.

Wen Yan wasn't wearing his school uniform today; he was dressed in a light gray casual outfit, which made him look gentle and refined.

But at this moment, his face was expressionless; he was just looking at Fang Zhaoyang kneeling on the ground with a very indifferent gaze.

Pei Heng exhaled a smoke ring, then rubbed the sole of his shoe against the back of Fang Zhaoyang's neck. "Tsk."

"Weren't you quite talkative yesterday? Your post was pretty good."

Pei Heng bent down, his cigarette butt close to Fang Zhaoyang's face, "Every word is filled with anguish, accusing us of being worse than beasts, huh?"

The sparks from the cigarette butt almost burned my skin.

Fang Zhaoyang abruptly turned his head and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm telling the truth!"

"fact?"

This time, it was Wen Yan who spoke.

He took a step forward, stopped in front of Fang Zhaoyang, and looked down at him.

"What facts? Tell me."

Fang Zhaoyang looked up, and behind the shattered glasses, his eyes were frighteningly red.

"You bully your classmates at will, put them on a whitelist so the whole school can kick them while they're down. What is this if not bullying?"

"And those girls..." His voice trembled.

"Those girls you've slept with, you just pay them off afterwards, what do you take them for?"

Wen Yan smiled knowingly.

His smile is beautiful, like a spring breeze in March.

But what he said next sent chills down Fang Zhaoyang's spine.

"So that's why you suddenly became so bold. Turns out you're love-struck, all for a woman?"

Wen Yan squatted down and looked Fang Zhaoyang in the eye.

"Your crush, Shen Weiwei, right? The one from the dance department, she's got a really flexible waist."

"Let me think—" He tilted his head, making a recalling expression.

"Last Wednesday night, she spent time with Aheng. Last Friday, she was at my place. This Monday..."

He paused, then smiled.

"Oh, Monday night, she stayed in Si Lin's room until the early hours of the morning, but Si Lin didn't take a liking to her, so she was unwilling to stay alone in an empty room and went to Ji Yan's room instead."

Fang Zhaoyang's face turned deathly pale instantly.

"What's wrong, can't take it?" Wen Yan's voice was gentle, but his words were piercing.

"You treat her like a goddess, but to us, she's nothing."

When Ji Yan was mentioned, he squatted down to look Fang Zhaoyang in the eye and asked, "Do you think you can change anything by posting a message?"

"Or do you still think someone will help you?"

Fang Zhaoyang's lips moved, but he didn't say anything.

Ji Yan's voice was clear and clean. "Shenglan School is celebrating its 100th anniversary. It was funded by the four major conglomerates and the rules were set by the four noble families."

"The teachers, principals, and board of directors here all depend on us to live a life of luxury."

"Where will you post this? Which media outlet will dare to accept it? Which platform will dare to publish it?"

He reached out and patted Fang Zhaoyang's face. "You're too naive, kid who's in college."

Fang Zhaoyang never expected that Ji Yan, who always presented a sunny and cheerful image, would say such a thing.

Wen Yan stood up. "Also, you said we play around with women."

He raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the fervent, admiring stares around him before finally settling on Fang Zhaoyang's face.

"Those women, which one of them didn't throw themselves at them?"

"Give them money, give them resources, give them everything they want."

Wen Yan laughed, "This is called a transaction, not playing around."

"How did something that was consensual become bullying in your mouth?"

Fang Zhaoyang shouted, "You're talking nonsense! You forced me to do this!"

"Let's talk about it." Wen Yan interrupted him and stood up.

"Shen Weiwei is doing it willingly, why are you meddling?"

Fang Zhaoyang was trembling all over, filled with anger, despair, and disbelief.

"Alright," Pei Heng said, stepping on Fang Zhaoyang, his tone impatient.

Why bother telling him so much?

He increased the pressure with the sole of his shoe, and Fang Zhaoyang groaned as his forehead hit the ground.

"If he's on the blacklist, anyone in the school can mess with him," Pei Heng said.

"As long as you don't kill them, you can do whatever you want."

A suppressed but excited commotion arose around them.

"Oh, right."

Pei Heng seemed to remember something, bent down and whispered in Fang Zhaoyang's ear, "Your mother works as a caregiver at the hospital, right?"

Fang Zhaoyang suddenly looked up, his pupils shrinking sharply.

"Your dad broke his leg at the construction site, and the compensation hasn't come through yet. The family is just living on your mom's meager salary."

Pei Heng smiled, revealing a set of white teeth.

"Guess how many more days your family can survive if your mom gets fired tomorrow?"

The color drained completely from Fang Zhaoyang's face in an instant.

"Tsk tsk, what a filial son. His family worked themselves to the bone to support you to go to Shenglan, and for a woman, he gave up everything. How filial!"

"Pei Heng." The fourth person, who had been silent until now, finally spoke.

Si Lin stood a few steps away, her hair combed back, revealing her full forehead and deep-set eyes.

Si Lin said, "That's about enough, don't waste any more time."

Pei Heng shrugged and loosened his legs.

Fang Zhaoyang collapsed to the ground, like a lump of mud.

Wen Yan glanced around and asked with a smile, "Who's going to start?"

A boy stepped out from the crowd, walked up to Fang Zhaoyang, raised his foot, and kicked him hard in the stomach.

Fang Zhaoyang curled up, letting out a painful groan.

Once there was a first, there was a second, a third. Some people slapped him, some kicked him in the stomach, and some grabbed his hair and slammed him to the ground.

Lin Xiaokui's fingers clenched tightly, while Song Tian hid behind Ruan Tang, her fingers gripping Ruan Tang's sleeve tightly, her body trembling slightly.

Fang Zhaoyang lay on the ground, panting, and roared in a hoarse voice, "You're supposed to be students of some standing, and this is how you act as the deacon team? Like dogs, doing whatever you're told?"

He braced himself against the ground, struggling to lift his head, blood trickling down his forehead.

Fang Zhaoyang glanced around at the onlookers, his voice hoarse but loud: "Shouldn't we unite, expose these scumbags, and drive them out of Shenglan?"