As he walked, he asked curiously, âYoung lady, do you know a student called An Feiran? Heâs in the first class and he has really good results.â
âI do know an An Feiran, but Iâm not sure if he is the one youâre looking for,â Song Jingwan said with a smile. âIn our class, he is ranked last.â
âWhat? Thatâs impossible...â
An Jun furrowed his brows. âFeiran has always had good results. When he was overseas, he used to get straight As. Has he not adjusted to the teaching methods here?â
His voice was low, so Song Jingwan did not hear him as she distanced herself farther and farther. âHuh? What did you say?â
âOh, itâs nothing,â An Jun smiled as he walked faster.
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âYou sure talk big for someone thatâs so small. What qualification do you have to teach them? Even the best teachers canât guarantee that they have the ability to improve the results of the third class to the point where they can be on the same level as the first class. Youâre quite brave.â
A middle-aged man approached with 6 bodyguards following behind him.
He had an imoposing appearance and felt extremely intimidating.
âOnly time will tell. Donât you think?â
Song Yaoyaoâs eyes curved. When everyone else saw the man, their expressions immediately changed and they fell silent.
She was the only one that looked at him soft and harmlessly.
The colder the man looked, the brighter Song Yaoyao smiled.
âWere you the one that hit my son?â
Yan Zezheng narrowed his eyes and analyzed Song Yaoyao coldly.
âWhoâs your son?â Song Yaoyao questioned. She then pointed at Liu Peng who was covered in tears and snot. âHim? You donât look anything alike...â
âYoung lady, you may be smart but youâre too delicate to mess with me.â
Yan Zezheng humphed and lifted his hand slightly. âTake her away.â
If something was to happen to his son, then she was not going to live.
âHow dare you!â Shen Xun said with hostility in his eyes as he shielded Song Yaoyao. âUncle Yan, this is a school. Donât you think itâs inappropriate for you to take away a female student?â
âShen Xun, donât interrupt!â Wang Mingjiang glared at him as he approached Yan Zezheng with a smile and stretched out his hand. âMr. Yan, why are you here? My students are too young to understand. If you have something to say, you can discuss it with me. Donât worry, I wonât be biased! But if you want to take this child away, thatâs a bit unreasonable...â
âUnreasonable?â Yan Zezheng raised his eyebrows as he looked at him with disdain. âIt seems like youâre bored of your position! In this place, I am the voice of reason!â
After he was done speaking, his gaze grew sharp. âWhy are you all standing around? Hurry and take her away!â
âMr. Yan, letâs talk this through... Ow!â
Wang Mingjiang rushed forward to stop them, but a bodyguard pushed him away.
He stumbled, took a few steps back, and fell on the ground.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense.
âIf you want to take her away, then you have to step over my body!â Shen Xun said as he stood in front of Song Yaoyao.
âYan Ruoyang was the one that asked for it. Why should you take my Yaoyao away?!â
Tang Xinrou brushed her auntieâs hand away and went to protect Song Yaoyao as well.
In the end, the entire third class formed a human barrier, stopping the bodyguards from advancing forward.
âMr. Yan?â
One of the bodyguards hesitated as he looked at Yan Zezheng.
âHa...â
Yan Zezheng removed his glasses and casually wiped it. He then said in a cold voice, âAre you sure you want to oppose me? Yang is my only son. He is currently lying in the hospital and his condition is unclear. It may sound harsh, but if I want to take a person with me, do you think these kids can stop me?â