As for the remaining students from Class 3, they were staring at Shen Xun like they were struck in the brain by lightning.

Who beat up their school bully?

They even hit him ruthlessly and specifically aimed for his face!

Except for the tapping sound of raindrops hitting the window, the classroom was so quiet that even breathing could be heard.

Shen Xun's throat twitched. He impatiently parted his lips to reveal a sneer and his eyes slowly scanned across the room.

He appeared ruthless and cold, and the hostility between his eyebrows was suppressing.

"Do you like looking at it? Do you want me to give you the same look?"

Bam—

Everyone retrieved their gazes almost immediately.

Even the cowardly ones ignored the rain outside and quickly left.

Soon, Song Yaoyao and the others were the only ones remaining in the room.

The sky turned darker and darker; there was no longer any light on the horizon as a thick fog formed.

"Br-Brother Xun..."

Han Jun carefully examined Shen Xun, "What happened?"

He still couldn't believe that Shen Xun's face was the result of Song Yaoyao's beating.

If it was really her, how did she come back alive? Why didn't Brother Xun strangle her to death?

Shen Xun wanted to laugh, but he didn't as he pointed at Song Yaoyao.

In a roguish manner, he replied, "My Big Bro hit me."

"Pfff—"

Han Jun was dumbfounded.

Meanwhile, Tang Xinrou was still half-doubtful. "Hehe, Shen Xun...your joke isn't funny at all. Yaoyao looks like the one that was bullied. Her eyes are red from crying. Did you blackmail her?"

Song Yaoyao lifted her head, there were still tears on her fair and delicate face, and her eyelashes were moist. Every now and then, there was a drip. She looked completely aggrieved and pitiful.

"Phwoar—"

Shen Xun opened his eyes wide in disbelief as he leaned in close. "Song Yaoyao, do you have any shame? How can you cry when you beat me up like this?"

Song Yaoyao looked at the face that was close to hers. 'Tragic' was written all over his face. She held back her tears and stretched out her hand...

Pak—

She sobbed and said in an annoyed tone, "Keep your distance. Your ugliness is affecting me!"

"F*ck!"

Shen Xun took a few steps back. He held his face and gritted his teeth. "Great, you're violent. I like."

By this point, Tang Xinrou and Han Jun were no longer fazed.

From the looks of it, the injuries on Shen Xun's face were definitely related to the sobbing angel next to him.

Song Yaoyao looked at him coldly. "I will never like my little underling."

F*ck...

Han Jun's eyes rolled to the back of his head. Underling? Did this mean what he thought?

If Brother Xun was Song Yaoyao's underling, and he was Brother Xun's underling, then...

"You won't be able to control yourself." Shen Xun licked his lips and rubbed his chin.

His casual manner almost made everyone forget how vulnerable he was.

In reality, he was a complete masochist and she had successfully attracted his interest.

Song Yaoyao couldn't be bothered dealing with him. She packed her bag and started heading outside.

It was late and she was getting hungry.

When Tang Xinrou saw her leave, she immediately chased after her.

Without turning back, Song Yaoyao said, "Pack your bag."

Tang Xinrou stopped in her tracks and returned to grab her backpack reluctantly.

The rain outside was just like her mood. She wanted to burst into tears.

"Ohhh, why is it still raining. I'm freezing to death. I hate rainy days so much!" Tang Xinrou stomped her feet and complained as she watched the rain fly in from outside the fence.