That evening, everyone was still worried, so they went back to the exhibition hall to check.
Sure enough, the photos had been torn apart, slashed with knives, scribbled over with pens, and the wooden frames had been smashed to pieces. The floor was a complete mess.
Under everyone's gaze, Bi Shisan leisurely walked to a corner, where a desk had been placed upside down. He took two photographs from its drawer—one of himself, and the other of Wang Yan.
The atmosphere turned unbearably awkward. The classmates who had been so fired up earlier were left speechless. Zhong Bai's gaze flickered, while Xiao Haiyang opened his mouth, unsure what to say.
Seeing everyone looking at him, Bi Shisan tilted his head. "Wang Yan already explained the possible consequences. He didn't care whether his photo was destroyed, so he didn't move it. But he's my creditor and also my boss, so I took it upon myself to stay behind and hide his photo too, just in case. Looking at it now, the result is obvious."
Bi Shisan's mouth was as poisonous as ever. What he meant was basically, I told you so. You just wouldn't listen. Happy now?...
With a wail, Yu Hao burst into tears, even sobbing uncontrollably.
Hearing such miserable crying and seeing their own photos destroyed, the classmates' blood began to boil again. Xiao Haiyang gritted his teeth and let out a Ma Guocheng-style roar, ready to storm off and get revenge.
The others froze for a moment, then instinctively prepared to move as well.
"Xiao Haiyang!"
Just then, Lu Qiaochuan shouted, "Calm down! You'll only escalate things and make the conflict worse. It won't solve anything. Everyone, things have already gotten this bad. Do you still want to keep making a scene?"
"Making a scene?" Zhong Bai was