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When get out of class ended and the teacher left, many students began whispering and discussing the angry roar that had been heard during class.

The students in Class 4 of Grade 3 felt that the name sounded familiar, like their Physics Teacher. However, in their minds, the Physics Teacher was someone who appeared gentle and refined on the surface, but was actually very cunning and, like their homeroom teacher, liked to guide students to make mistakes and then punish them. They didn't think he would ever lose his composure like this.

"But didn't you hear what they were shouting? They were shouting Roy's name! Wasn't Roy the one the Physics Teacher called to the office?" Jack was one of the boldest students in the class, and he became even more unrestrained after class. He had a loud voice, and his words made many people suddenly realize what was going on.

"Roy angered the Physics Teacher!" Jack laughed, giving Oliver a provocative glance as if he were completely oblivious to the situation. "That scoundrel is really unlucky; his newfound backer is about to disappear. What do you say..."

"Is it because Oliver himself is a Bad Luck, and whoever gets close to him is doomed? Hahahaha..."

The students burst into laughter, as if no matter what their relationship was, they could always stand together when it came to Oliver.

Rebecca chuckled softly, expressing her disdain for Oliver, before turning to Jack and retorting, "That being said, I don't think Roy is actually in any trouble. It was the Physics Teacher who broke the rules, wasn't it? Director Gene shouldn't have any classes today; he wouldn't let such a disturbance go unchecked."

"What 'maybe'? Roy's annoyed kid, it was only a matter of time before something happened to him!" Jack glared at Rebecca. "He's not coming back anyway!"

"You seem to have a problem with Roy." Zhao Mou sat in his seat, ignoring his deskmate's horrified waving expression. He rested his chin on one hand and pushed up his glasses with the other. His voice was not only teasing but also unmistakably sarcastic towards Jack.

As expected, Jack glared at Zhao Mou with a fierce expression. But when the two of them looked at each other, Zhao Mou was far superior in terms of temperament. One was calm and composed, while the other was all bark and no bite. The classmate who was originally afraid of Jack's muscles looked at both sides and suddenly burst out laughing.

"Damn it, are all you transfer students trying to cause trouble?" Jack was publicly humiliated and his anger flared up. Perhaps he didn't even realize that he wasn't usually so easily angered, but now he was completely out of control.

"Swearing and threatening new classmates, someone like you hasn't been punished yet, and I don't think Roy will either," Zhao Mou replied casually, adding as Jack strode over menacingly, "If you want to fight, I will never fight back. After all, hitting someone violates school rules, but the one who gets hit won't."

"The students in the red armbands are watching you, Jack. Are you already itching to provoke them?" Qu Xuanqing coldly reminded him.

The two red armband-wearing students who stayed in the classroom during break both looked up and stared at Jack's face.

Jack stopped his troublemaking, came to his senses, and broke out in a cold sweat.

"Jack might be having some psychological issues," Zhao Yijiu suggested. "I recommend he go to the school clinic."

After all, most of the students in the class were more cautious due to fear and repression. The students could also see that Jack's condition had become increasingly abnormal in the past few days. He seemed to have lost his original rationality. If he were provoked again, he might break the school rules without regard for the consequences and then be killed.

"Wow, is Jack really in trouble? I really don't want to go to the school clinic."

"Who wants to go? Look at that guy, his mouth is still sewn shut. I heard he's starving, but if he wants to eat, they have to cut the stitches again, which is incredibly painful. He hasn't made up his mind yet. It's terrifying."

Someone secretly pointed at the physics class representative's deskmate. The boy, whose mouth was sewn shut with blood, lowered his head in embarrassment, clenched his fists tightly, and then glared at those gossiping people with resentment.

"It's ridiculous, Jack. Look at you, you're not normal anymore, you're much dirtier than Oliver." Zhao Mou continued to add fuel to the fire, and suddenly, the students of Class 4, who always acted in unison when it came to Oliver, were thrown into complete chaos.

Wen Qinghuai touched the tip of his nose, sensing that things were getting a bit complicated.

He wasn't a regular member of the team. The reason he joined the school instance this time was mainly because he knew Qu Xuanqing, Zhao Mou, and Yu Xing's abilities, and they got along quite well.

But when it comes to reacting to something, he finds himself often out of sync with the team.

For example, in the current situation, it is obvious that the team members realized that Yu Xing had done something rather radical, which contradicted their previously agreed-upon survival strategy of seeking stability at the beginning. However, they did not wait for Yu Xing come over to question them or to discuss it again, but instead quickly followed Yu Xing's new pace.

Yu Xing did something radical, which must have caused some kind of chaos in the office. So, those of them who stayed in the classroom took advantage of every opportunity to create chaos in the class as well.

This sense of unity is undeniable; their trust in Yu Xing far outweighs their commitment to executing tactics. Perhaps in their minds, Yu Xing himself represents the direction of a tactic.

Wen Qinghuai could only exclaim, "Awesome!" He wasn't part of the team, so he would hesitate at times like this, because it didn't fit his usual style.

Such boldness and trust in teammates are something a lone wolf like him can never understand.

He always prioritizes protecting his own life while trying to find flaws in the deduction.

"It's really tough on me." Wen Qinghuai looked at the current situation in the class and chuckled softly after a while.

Oh well, we're already here. Besides him, there's only this small team here. He's out of sync, so I might as well go crazy with him.

Coincidentally, Zhao Mou's mockery of Jack provoked hostility from some classmates. Because Oliver was involved, those students wanted to express the attitude that even if Jack was mentally unstable, he was still much better than Oliver, and no one could "whitewash" Oliver because of this.

Even when they repeatedly smear Oliver, they can never pinpoint exactly what's wrong with Oliver or what's wrong with him; it's as if that's how he is supposed to be.

"Oliver is a cursed jinx; he can curse others too. Getting close to him won't do you any good. Transfer student, your name is Derek, right? I advise you not to have such thoughts." Zhao Mou's classmate in front of him even turned around, giving him a serious warning, as if he were doing a good deed, guiding a sheep that was almost lost back to the right path.

Wen Qinghuai chuckled. He was naturally elegant, and when an elegant person makes such a gesture, the sarcasm is all the more obvious.

"If Oliver could curse someone, the first person he'd curse would be you lot, wouldn't he?" He spoke with an air of superiority, refined yet sharp. "Do you think I'd let you spout nonsense here? If I were him, I'd have buried you all in the ground long ago."

"You!"

Not only Zhao Mou's deskmate, who was refuted by him, but almost all the students in Class 4 who heard this sentence cast malicious glances at him.

Rebecca had known them the longest and, not wanting these transfer students to have a difficult time later, she walked over and said to Wen Qinghuai with some disapproval, "Some people don't deserve sympathy. Your kindness is misplaced; it's not kindness at all."

Wen Qinghuai smiled at her.

It would be crazy of him to give up on playing it safe.

So, he's just trying to stir up trouble, right? Then let him pull off something big, shall we?

He glanced around and saw Oliver with his head down, still seemingly unconcerned. Meanwhile, the white-haired girl who sat in front of Yu Xing, whom they had already become wary of, was slumped over her desk. This time, she wasn't asleep; her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she squinted, lost in thought, as if she were listening to the whole farce unfolding in the class.

"Some people don't deserve sympathy. Who are you talking about?" Wen Qinghuai said gently to Rebecca. "People like Oliver?"

Although Rebecca could tell he wasn't taking it seriously, she still nodded. "That's right."

"Then I have a question, not just for you, but for the whole class." He remained seated, but the aura he exuded seemed to overshadow all the original students in the class.

"What kind of person is Oliver exactly?"

"Don't rush to tell me he's dirty, a thief, or a jinx, cursed. What I want you to tell me are the things he's done that have led you to think of him this way, and to use those words to describe him."

"What he did must be something you witnessed with your own eyes. I don't need someone who isn't involved to presume to provide evidence."

Wen Qinghuai was sitting at a table by the window. With a slight turn of his head, he could see the entire class.

Similarly, almost everyone in the class could see his seat without any obstruction.

"Of course he did it! Are we going to slander him like this even though he didn't do anything?" one student shouted. "Speak up, let this transfer student know how awful Oliver is!"

"Yes, tell him quickly!"

With a refined, aristocratic smile, Wen Qinghuai listened quietly to the students urging each other on, and unsurprisingly, the conversation gradually quieted down.

After more than 20 seconds, the whole class fell silent, because they realized that no matter who urged anyone next to them, the other person would only express the same indignation at being questioned.

"How interesting." Wen Qinghuai's voice became exceptionally clear in the silence.

"Actually, this isn't the first time I've asked this question. The first time I asked was my deskmate, and he said that everyone says so, everyone says Oliver did things like stealing girls' clothes, stealing exam papers from the office, and that he brought death to his whole family."

"I asked him if he had witnessed these things with his own eyes. He said of course not, but there were people in the class who had witnessed them, which is why the whole class knew so clearly."

Wen Qinghuai raised her voice, but with a hint of disdain. "Maybe so. Then I asked several people, and their answers were similar. I guess I'm just unlucky; I'll never get to ask someone who actually saw it. Now, I've asked the whole class."

"Where are the people you claim to have witnessed Oliver doing these things?" He tilted his head slightly, his smile turning mocking. "Weren't you all so certain and excited about it before? Now where are you? Why are you cowering? What do you have to be afraid of? You're on the side of justice."

Zhao Yijiu let out a cold laugh, while Zhao Mou and Qu Xuanqing made no attempt to hide their contempt.

"Yeah, you're the righteous ones. If you saw it, just say it! Let the transfer students know..." The vice class monitor couldn't hold back any longer. He stood up and looked at everyone, trying to find the people who provided the evidence. But as he looked, he realized that he didn't know who had said those words first.

"Who just said that? Did he do nothing wrong? Are we really going to slander him like this?" Wen Qinghuai seemed to have reached the extreme of sarcasm, almost bursting out laughing. "Who's so talented? Step forward and tell me, what did Oliver do, and are you slandering him?"

The white-haired girl lying down opened her eyes slightly and looked at Wen Qinghuai. Her eyes, which always seemed very sleepy and were about to fall asleep at any moment, revealed a glimmer of light.

"No way..." The vice class monitor was now the only one standing, very conspicuous, and couldn't sit down at all. "Weren't you all so certain? It turns out it was all just rumors?"

The students below started chattering. "Damn, you guys were so sure all along, but you were just messing with me?"

"Didn't you say that? I just relayed your words to others..."

"Rumors don't come from nowhere." Wen Qinghuai chuckled softly. "That statement itself is wrong. Let me tell you, rumors don't need any reason."

He simply looked at the vice-class monitor. "Do I need evidence that you've been badmouthing the class monitor to others behind his back?"

The vice class monitor glanced in alarm at the class monitor wearing the red armband. In fact, every time the students bullied Oliver so enthusiastically after class, the class monitor always stayed out of it and never participated.

Wen Qinghuai continued to look at him, "When others ask me what bad things you said, I just tell them, 'Whatever you said, it was bad stuff anyway. Someone overheard it and secretly told me.'"

"Do I need to pay a price? Does spreading rumors cost anything? Can't a rumor form from nothing? Ha."

Wen Qinghuai's voice wasn't loud, but it sent chills down one's spine. "Where would you get so much evidence and resources? As long as there's malice, that's enough. If I want, I can create rumors and destroy you."

He said, "That's how you ruined Oliver."

"No... it wasn't me, I was scammed too, I was a victim too."

"You bunch of idiots! You dare to be so certain about what you've said without even knowing anything about it!"

Rebecca's mouth was agape. She had just found an empty seat nearby and sat down. She prided herself on being kind, but little did she know that she had already become one of those who harmed the innocent.

Looking at her classmates now, who were shifting blame onto each other, she suddenly felt a deep sense of irony.

"When I turned around, I heard that Class 4 of Grade 3 was the quietest class in the entire grade," Zhao Mou interrupted their ridiculous remarks. "Your concentration is better than other classes, why is that?"

"Because students in other classes are filled with anxiety every day and have nowhere to vent their frustrations, while you have a target."

"To relax, you all set up a target a long time ago, forgot your initial malice, and naively portrayed yourselves as righteous heroes in self-deception."

"How disgusting." Qu Xuanqing shook her head.