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

The entire room fell silent.

The aristocratic students' chatter ceased, and the resistance group's pushing and shoving stopped.

All eyes were on the man in the middle of the first row.

Si Lin stood up, walked onto the stage unhurriedly, and stopped in front of Lin Xiao Kui.

The two people were less than half a step apart.

Lin Xiaokui thought he would get angry; she had seen him angry in the cafeteria before, and it was terrifying.

But Si Lin merely smiled faintly, sending a chill down one's spine. "Lin Xiaokui, you think you're so noble, don't you?"

She did not speak.

"You think you're a hero just because you stood up and said these things, right?"

Lin Xiaokui clenched her fists, trying to calm herself. "I'm not a hero, I just told the truth."

Si Lin scoffed, "The truth?"

"Then let me ask you a question honestly: did you come here today really for the special admissions program, or for yourself?"

Lin Xiaokui was stunned for a moment.

"If you really wanted what was best for the students admitted through the special admissions program, you wouldn't have stood up here today."

"You should be glad there are no media outlets here today, because if there were, your outburst would damage Shenglan's reputation."

"Shenglan's reputation has been damaged, and the number of special admissions slots will be reduced next year."

"With the reduction in the number of special admissions, those poor people who truly need to change their fate through education have one less path."

He summarized casually, "What you think is justice is actually blocking other people's path."

Lin Xiaokui's face turned pale.

"You keep talking about fairness, but you've never considered whether the fairness you want is helping people or harming them."

"You take yourself too seriously."

Lin Xiaokui's voice began to tremble, "I didn't—"

Si Lin interrupted her, "But you are really amazing."

"Successfully made me feel very bad."

Si Lin walked to the front of the stage, picked up the program sheet on the podium, and glanced at it.

Following that were a variety show, an awards ceremony, and a closing speech, a dozen or so smaller events packed together.

He threw the flowchart onto the podium.

"Excuse me, everyone." His voice carried throughout the auditorium through the microphone.

"The student council invited people they shouldn't have today, which ruined everyone's mood."

"I think this school anniversary celebration can be called off early."

He turned his head and looked at Yan Ling'er on the side of the stage. "Yan Ling'er, please ask all the school board members to leave first."

Yan Ling'er nodded slightly, walked to the few gray-haired school board members in the first row, and gestured for them to enter.

The old guys exchanged glances, none of them said a word, stood up, straightened their suits, and walked towards the side door under the guidance of the student council members.

Although they held the title of school board members, they were ultimately just collateral branches of the four major conglomerates, and had no say in front of these main family heirs.

The side door closed.

The moment the older generation disappeared behind the door, the atmosphere in the auditorium changed.

A boy in the front row looked down at his phone; there was no signal.

He nudged the person next to him, "Is your phone still working?"

The person next to him pressed the button a few times and shook his head.

Someone else looked up at the security camera in the corner, and it was also turned off.

The phone won't turn on, and the surveillance footage is completely dark.

I don't know who whistled first.

The young nobles who had been sitting upright in their seats stood up one by one.

Some people unbuttoned their suits, some loosened their ties twice, and some simply took off their coats and draped them over the back of their chairs.

They crossed their arms, tilted their heads, and all eyes were fixed on Lin Xiao Kui.

An atmosphere of bullying instantly filled the entire auditorium.

There was no surveillance, no elders, and no media.

The school anniversary celebration naturally became another place for the children of the elite to have fun.

Yan Ling'er walked onto the stage, step by step, slowly and deliberately, and stopped in front of Lin Xiao Kui.

She raised her hand and slapped Lin Xiao Kui across the face.

A crisp sound.

Lin Xiaokui was knocked to the side by the blow, her ponytail swung across her cheek.

Su Nian cried out in surprise behind her, but Fang Zhaoyang shielded her behind him.

"I originally wanted to embarrass you." Yan Ling'er rubbed her wrist, her voice still gentle, and even the smile on her lips remained unchanged.

"But you're really stubborn."

"Since the later cultural performances have been cancelled, why don't you guys take over?"

She turned around, smiled at the audience, and asked, "What do you all think?"

A burst of laughter erupted from the audience.

On stage, Si Lin cleared his throat.

The commotion in the auditorium subsided slightly as everyone turned to look at the man on the stage.

Si Lin stood in front of the microphone, his other hand casually resting on the edge of the podium.

He was very relaxed.

Lin Xiaokui looked up at him, her eyes holding a glimmer of hope that she herself was unaware of.

Su Nian peeked out from behind Fang Zhaoyang, also looking up at the platform with anticipation in her eyes.

Si Lin spoke, his tone laced with a nonchalant cruelty, "Has the blacklist not been updated in a while?"

"So today, I announce that the next program is 'The Resistance Group, Blacklist'."

Before, it was one person; today, it's a group.

The audience erupted in cheers.

In the first row, Pei Heng whistled, put his hands behind his head, crossed his legs and swung them around. "He really pulled off that cool look."

Ji Yan frowned. "Shouldn't this be something Ruan Tang should handle? When did it become his place to personally deal with some lowly people?"

Pei Heng shrugged. "It doesn't matter. Si Lin has never shown any mercy to women anyway."

He turned his head and glanced at Ruan Tang in the second row.

"And expect her to help? You saw it yourself, she looked so pitiful when she got water splashed in the classroom last time."

"She's so useless, she should just be kept as a caged canary."

Pei Heng gestured with his chin toward the audience, "Besides, isn't there Yan Ling'er?"

"Today's performance actually made what would have been a boring school anniversary celebration quite interesting."

Ji Yan did not speak again.

The noble students had already surged forward.

One of the boys kicked Fang Zhaoyang in the stomach first.

Yi Ze tried to pull the person up, but another boy kicked him in the back of the knee from the side, causing him to fall to his knees with a thud.

He tried to stand up by bracing himself on the ground, but then he was kicked in the back and fell face down on the floor.

"I quit! I'm leaving the resistance!" A bespectacled boy squeezed out from the crowd of the resistance members.

With her hands raised above her head, her voice trembling, she said, "I have nothing to do with them, I'm quitting—"

Before he could finish speaking, someone kicked him in the waist from the side. "You're only telling me to quit now? It's too late."

He slumped against the back of the chair, his glasses flying off.

Su Nian huddled in the corner, clutching her head with both hands, her shoulders trembling violently.

A boy walked towards her and reached out to grab her collar.

The girl next to her screamed and tried to back away, but another noblewoman grabbed her by the hair, pulled her back, and slammed her to the ground.

The ten-member resistance group faced hundreds of aristocratic students in the auditorium.

It's like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

Lin Xiaokui was also kicked to the ground.

Yan Ling'er reached out and patted her face. "Weren't you being pretty tough just now? Why are you so quiet now?"

Lin Xiaokui didn't say anything, she just gritted her teeth.

Yan Ling'er smiled, and the sharp nail polish on her hand dug into the girl's delicate arm, drawing blood. Lin Xiao Kui screamed in pain.

Thirty or forty aristocratic students surrounded the resistance group on the stage, taking turns to come forward.

Some people even picked up chairs, intending to smash them down.

Ruan Tang stood up.

"System," she called out in her mind.

"If I interfere with the karma of these people, would it be considered a case of 'good deeds being rewarded'? In what way would they repay me?"