A Young Woman's Heart

The list includes Zhou Yong, Ye Banxia, ​​and Xuan Anyi, as well as the names of several other students. These are the backup lists, which are usually only invited if someone doesn't want to participate.

However, Ye Wen is wealthy and generous, so anyone who is willing to participate can go.

The reason it's not the whole class is because...

Even teachers have preferences.

Some students teachers like, while others, even if teachers don't dislike them, they don't want to spend too much time with.

Because some people are still immature even in high school, and some are particularly petty.

For example, Tian Xinnan, Ye Wen probably won't invite her again this time.

"Awen." Just as she was writing, a student's voice suddenly rang out beside her. It was Mo Xueyao, who had a pair of blue eyes. "Chen Cheng didn't come today."

"Yes, you care about him that much?"

"No, I'm just very familiar with one of his friends." Mo Xueyao was obviously referring to Zhuang Lianlian.

"Yes, he's sick," Ye Wen replied casually. "Xiao Yao, where's Yin Yin?"

"She should still be in her club, right..."

"Then call my alias over here."

"Okay." Mo Xueyao nodded in agreement and walked to the third row of the second group. "Vest, Wen is calling you up."

"Huh? What..." The man in the vest scratched his head guiltily. "Well, I guess I found out you were smoking."

"I didn't smoke!" he immediately denied.

"Vest, what are you doing, shouting so loudly?" Ye Wen looked up, while Mo Xueyao returned to her seat.

"Ahem... Teacher Ye Wen... Hehe..."

"Come here, do you know if any students from other classes have been hanging out with Chen Cheng a lot lately?"

"Oh, what happened to him? Come to think of it, he didn't come today either."

"He's sick today. I'm asking you, so just answer me," Ye Wen said casually.

"Cough... There must be a few students from other classes who often go with him... Ah..."

"Go get a smoke."

"Ahem!" The man in the vest coughed several times to cover up his embarrassment.

"Smoke less, your voice is so bad." Ye Wen shook her head helplessly. "Don't go to the alley to smoke so often lately. If you want to smoke, go smoke downstairs in your own apartment building."

"cough……"

"Of course, it's best not to smoke at all. Logically speaking, you should already be disciplined," Ye Wen threatened. "Do you understand? You should know that yourself."

"Sigh, Wen, it's so hard to quit..." Vest sighed.

"If a person has no self-control, what's the difference between them and an animal?" Ye Wen rolled her eyes at him. "Anyway, don't put the cart before the horse. Also, things haven't been very safe around the school lately, so be careful not to get beaten up by thugs."

"Ha...haha, of course not."

"Alright, let's not talk about that anymore. Come here and tell me, is your essay even 800 words? You deliberately wrote the words so big and used so many paragraphs, just to cheat on the word count. I counted carefully, and it's only a little over 500 words in total." Ye Wen twisted the pen cap in dissatisfaction. "Would you use this kind of trick during the college entrance exam?"

"The college entrance exam has grids, right...?"

"Then what's with your paragraph breaks? Did you learn them from Gu Long? Three to five words per paragraph?"

"Teacher, this creates a more artistic atmosphere."

"Artistic conception my foot!" Ye Wen pointed at his homework, which read:

"today.

"Ten thousand miles."

"No clouds."

I stand in the bright sunshine.

"Down."

"You're writing poetry!" Ye Wen tapped his forehead in annoyance. "Go rewrite it!"

"Yes……"

Chapter 280 Revenge

Tuesday.

After cleaning the classroom, Duanmu Ji walked alone to the bottom of the teaching building.

It was already quite late, and only a few students were leaving the school gate.

A few parents were scattered around, preparing to pick up their children.

However, there are very few children this age who still need to be picked up and dropped off by adults.

Even if the adults are willing, the children will be unwilling.

After all, students don't have much free time, and the half hour after school is a part of their precious free time.

Duanmu Ji always takes the bus to and from school, but recently, in order to make it more convenient and not let the waiting time for the bus delay his plans, his sister bought him a new bicycle.

It was a folding bicycle, which was quite novel for that era.

Today is the second day of riding it.

Duanmu Ji squatted down, unlocked the car with the key, and was about to straddle it when he suddenly felt something was wrong.

The tire went flat.

A brand new bicycle shouldn't have run out of air so quickly. It was fully inflated when I rode it to school this morning; there was no flat tire.

Could it be that something was punctured, but the hole wasn't big enough, which is why it took so long to let the air out?

Duanmu Ji frowned.

But then he saw that his brake lines had been cut.

This is definitely not an accident.

Someone did this on purpose.

The person who will retaliate against him is most likely that guy.

He had previously received a warning, while Duanmu Ji was the one being attacked. Although he had also made a mistake, he only received a verbal warning.

That guy seemed arrogant, but he didn't actually have any thug friends outside of school, so he resorted to such underhanded tactics.

Even though Duanmu Ji guessed who did it, he couldn't produce any evidence.

That's the most disgusting part.

And even if it's fixed, there won't be peace afterward.

After all, there are those who steal for a thousand days, but how can one guard against thieves for a thousand days?

He had no choice but to stop riding his bicycle to school.

While this may avoid losses, it also allows the other party to achieve their goal of being annoying.

Duanmu Ji sighed softly, but his expression remained calm, as if he didn't take it to heart.

He pushed his bicycle out of the school gate and had his punctured tire and cut brakes repaired at the repair shop on the corner.

Then, as if nothing had happened, he rode off in one direction.

This wasn't the direction he was heading home; it was the direction the fat man was heading home.

Sure enough, the guy was walking alone on the road, holding two fried pork tenderloins in his hand, eating them with great relish.

Duanmu Ji showed no mercy. He braked slightly, jumped off the bicycle, and smashed it down on Duanmu Ji.

"If you're so capable, then fight me head-on. What kind of man uses such despicable tactics?" Duanmu Ji frowned and glared at the fat man lying on the ground.

Two skewers of fried pork tenderloin fell into the dust. The burly boy glared at him angrily, then lifted his bicycle and stood up.

"What, are you looking for death? Don't you want to live anymore?"

"Zheng Qiang, you've practically ridden on my neck." Duanmu Ji's eyelids twitched. "If I still put up with this, I'm not a man. You secretly cut my brakes and punctured my tires, do you think that's funny? You shameless scoundrel!"

"Heh, I did it. What are you going to do about it? You think you can beat me?" Zheng Qiang took two steps back and got into a fighting stance. "Come on, you want to fight? Perfect timing, Grandpa needs to stretch my muscles!"

A teenager's youth is never short of passionate elements.

Fighting is something almost every boy will experience.

That pent-up energy always needs to be released.

The two didn't exchange many words before they started fighting.

The play was disorganized and not very entertaining.

At first, they would be mindful of their weaknesses, but once they got impatient, they would punch their opponent in the head.

Although Zheng Qiang had a weight advantage, Duanmu Ji was more agile and had a stronger fighting spirit.

The two men beat each other so badly that they were lying on the roadside, too weak to stand up.

Some passersby tried to break up the fight, but none of them succeeded.

Once they stopped, no one dared to come up and cause trouble.

"Fuck you, if I want to curse or hit someone, I'll do it right now!"

"You've already done it...you've already done it, why are you still making excuses?" Duanmu Ji's lips twitched, and his eyelids twitched from the pain.

"I knew you wouldn't believe me, you fucking thing. So, did you enjoy the beating? Want to hit me again? Fuck you."

"You're such a scoundrel who likes to talk badly about people behind their backs, what are you pretending to be, a gentleman!" Duanmu Ji rolled over and straddled Zheng Qiang, grabbing him by the collar. "Talking badly about girls behind their backs and spreading rumors, ptooey!"

"You son of a bitch!" Zheng Qiang's anger surged, and he and Duanmu Ji started fighting again.

No one won this fight.