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Meanwhile, at the other end of the teaching building.

Shen Weilan carried a thermal lunchbox and headed straight for Class 4, which was located on a lower floor.

At Wudao No. 3 Middle School, the floor layout represents the different aptitudes of students!

Class One is an elite class that has received the best teachers and resources in the entire school. It is located on the top floor, and the leaders rarely go there to inspect.

Class Four, on the other hand, is a regular class, a mixed bag of students, and is located on a lower floor for easier management by the Political Education Department.

Shen Weilan's appearance instantly attracted the attention of countless students along the way.

She was wearing a sky-blue martial arts school uniform. The uniform, which was originally a little loose, made her look tall and slender in a unique way.

Her long, smooth black hair was tied into a high ponytail, swaying slightly with her steps, exuding the vitality of a teenage girl.

Sunlight streamed through the glass windows of the corridor, illuminating her fair face. Her features were exquisitely beautiful, and her eyes exuded a cool and aloof aura that kept people at a distance.

This is even more dazzling than those meticulously packaged stars on the big screen!

But what truly captivates the eye are her long legs, which are clearly visible beneath her school uniform pleated skirt.

Because of her martial arts training, her legs have no excess fat; they are firm, well-proportioned, straight, and long—breathtakingly perfect.

As Shen Weilan walked near Class 4, the previously noisy corridor instantly fell silent, and many people stared at her intently.

"Holy crap, pinch me! Isn't that Shen Weilan from Class 1? What's the school beauty doing on our floor?"

"Wow, she's so beautiful! With that face and that aura, she could easily debut as a star!"

"I wonder what the school beauty is doing on our floor?"

"Tch! She's probably just bringing food to her brother Jiang Feng, that good-for-nothing!"

Among the crowd, a rich second-generation who had recently transferred from another school and was dressed in brand-name sportswear stared intently at Shen Weilan's long, slender legs, completely mesmerized.

He swallowed hard, his heart pounding, and asked, "Who is this stunning beauty? Is she from our school too? I've never seen her before!"

"Look at those legs, look at that face... No way, I have to get her!"

The boy who was being pulled away scoffed, "Save your breath. That's Shen Weilan, the top student in the whole school. Her blood and qi values ​​have long since reached the required level for a quasi-martial artist."

"You want to pursue her? Countless boys in the class are smitten with her, but she doesn't even give them a second glance."

"What else could she be doing here? She's probably going to Class 4 to deliver food to her brother."

"elder brother?"

The rich kid was taken aback, quite surprised. "She also has an older brother in a regular class?"

"Yes, his name is Jiang Feng."

Another boy came over and mocked with disdain, "He's just a coward! He's never said a word, and he gets bullied by Wu Yong and his gang every day. He doesn't even dare to dodge, let alone fight back."

"But to be honest, that kid is quite handsome, with fair skin."

"Pshaw, what good is being handsome!"

The rich kid immediately regained his sense of superiority and curled his lip in disdain.

"This is the era of high-level martial arts. A grown man who looks like a sissy and has no backbone deserves to be trampled on and bullied!"

"But having such a useless older brother actually makes me feel more manly! I'm determined to win Shen Weilan's heart!"

......

Hearing the whispers around her, Shen Weilan clenched her fists tightly, her delicate brows furrowed, and a hint of suppressed anger flashed in her cold eyes.

But in the end, she didn't turn around to pay attention to those gossiping people; she simply quickened her pace.

If Jiang Feng hadn't forgotten her lunchbox before leaving home today, and if Uncle Jiang and Aunt Liu hadn't insisted that she bring the insulated lunchbox over, she wouldn't have wanted to step into this floor.

Every time he comes, he is met with ridicule from others.

She had no choice but to endure it.

When she reached the back door of Class 4, Shen Weilan stopped.

Through the glass in the door, she could see Jiang Feng lying on the table, and Wu Yong standing in front of him with an arrogant expression.

"Jiang Feng, you're just a good-for-nothing, how come you have such a beautiful younger sister?"

"How about this, you good-for-nothing, you shouldn't practice any martial arts at all."

"Find an opportunity to invite your sister out so she can sleep with the brothers."

Shen Weilan's heart clenched, and a surge of anger rushed to her head.

But at the same time, when she saw her brother lying face down on the table without responding the whole time, a deep sense of powerlessness and disappointment welled up in her heart.

Once upon a time, when she first came to the Jiang family, whenever older children bullied her, it was always that slightly thin boy who was the first to rush out.

Even if she was beaten black and blue, Jiang Feng would spread his arms wide and protect her behind him, shouting, "Don't bully my sister!"

When did her brother, who used to protect her, disappear?

Now, listening to others insult her with the most vulgar words, does he not even have the courage to raise his head?

Shen Weilan bit her lower lip tightly, and the sense of loss in her heart made her eyes sting.

Followed by.

Wu Yong suddenly and roughly ripped the earphones off Jiang Feng's neck, threw them hard on the ground, and stomped on them.

"you......"

Shen Weilan was furious.

That was money she had saved up for a long time, a birthday gift for Jiang Feng!

At the same time, Jiang Feng's indifference made her feel increasingly disheartened and disappointed.

Just as she was about to push open the back door and rush in to teach this bastard a lesson!

"Bang!!!"

A chilling explosion rang out in the classroom.

There was no cowardly pleas for mercy, no whispered weeping.

Jiang Feng, who had been lying listlessly on the table just a second ago, suddenly sprang up!

"Fuck your mother!"

"You dare smash my headphones?!"

He swung the chair around suddenly and smashed it down on Wu Yong's head with a ruthless and decisive angle.

Wood chips flew everywhere, and blood spurted out!

The tall and burly Wu Yong screamed and crashed into the corner of the table, bleeding profusely and losing consciousness.

The violent power, the cold gaze, and that roar that seemed to have been suppressed for a long time were all displayed to their fullest extent at this moment!

The entire room fell silent.

Shen Weilan's hand holding the lunchbox froze in mid-air, and she stood frozen at the classroom door as if struck by lightning.

She stood there stunned for a long time, her mind blank.

Jiang Feng...beat Wu Yong?

Was it simply because Wu Yong insulted her?

It wasn't until a warm drop of liquid slid down her cheek that she subconsciously raised her hand, realizing that she had actually shed tears.

But... is she still the same Jiang Feng who was bullied by everyone?

Looking at the back of the boy who was clutching half a broken wooden chair and whose chest was heaving violently, Shen Weilan's vision gradually blurred for some reason.

That figure gradually merged with the image of the little boy deep in her memory, his face covered in mud, yet still spreading his arms to protect her tightly behind him.

All the disappointment, grievances, and feigned indifference that had accumulated over the years burst forth at this moment!

Tears welled up in her eyes and streamed down her cheeks.

"Brother...you're really back?"