Ah, why is it so disgusting?

When it came to a conflict between two classes, Long Yuanxiang had only just unified his own class, but no matter what, the Class C students still followed him to the lobby.

Watching drama was human nature, especially with an incident this unclear—it stirred up people's curiosity even more.

As soon as he arrived, he could see Student Council President Manabu Horikita sitting in the center of the lobby. This was someone they recognized, having gotten familiar with his face on the first day of school—a figure who could give speeches on stage.

To the right of the Student Council President sat the Class B students.

When Long Yuanxiang was escorted in by Student Council members and saw those Class B students, he understood in an instant. He hadn't been sure before, but if he still didn't get why he'd been dragged in now, he might as well find a river to jump into.

Facing this situation was extremely disadvantageous, but Long Yuanxiang still sneered inwardly. Tattling like little kids to the grown-ups was way too childish.

Arriving before that Student Council President Manabu Horikita, Long Yuanxiang felt no fear or dread. Instead, he let out a disdainful laugh, forcefully shook off the Student Council members' grip, and rubbed his left shoulder in annoyance.

Long Yuanxiang wasn't afraid of this Student Council President. Wasn't the highest level of being a thug, like him and Jiahao, acting like teachers didn't exist? Rebelling against teachers actually made a lot of students think you were impressive.

"Alright, what's the matter?"

Long Yuanxiang knew he couldn't act recklessly at a time like this, but he also found it a bit strange.

Even though he knew what was going on, he still had to play dumb. What a hassle. But weren't these Student Council members way too free? They had to meddle in something like this?

That shouldn't be the case. If they really wanted to step in, then when he was unifying his class, the Class C homeroom teacher wouldn't have ignored it and tacitly allowed his actions.

Manabu Horikita paid no attention to Long Yuanxiang's rudeness and simply handled things officially. "Our school has always been very strict about bullying incidents, even strictly prohibiting them. I don't think you're unaware of this. During the first class, your homeroom teacher not only handed out explanatory materials but also emphasized it."

Long Yuanxiang walked to the left, casually pulled out a chair, and sat down. Behind him followed his loyal underlings.

Sitting like that gave off quite an imposing presence—over a dozen lackeys behind him, the big boss seated at the table. It didn't look like he was being interrogated; it was more like a negotiation.

"Of course I know. But saying I bullied someone? Sorry, I don't know anything about that."

"You're trying to say there's no evidence, right?"

Akane Tachibana handed all the so-called evidence over to Long Yuanxiang—a stack of photos.

When Long Yuanxiang saw those photos, he instinctively glanced at the two who had carried out the job, shooting them a harsh glare, thinking these idiots couldn't even handle the task of picking a fight properly.

The two he looked at immediately started trembling a little. They had no idea what punishment awaited them when they got back, and their minds were racing—they'd been subtle enough, hadn't they?

Long Yuanxiang shifted his focus to the photos, flipping through them one by one. Finally, he almost laughed out loud—it was a laugh of anger.

He tossed the photos directly onto the table, no longer bothering to play the good little boy.

"Are you kidding me? This counts as evidence? Horseplay between classmates gets twisted into bullying? Then should we keep a five-meter distance when walking from now on?!"

In short, this evidence didn't hold up at all—it was completely baseless!

Wait. In that instant, Long Yuanxiang caught on to the word "baseless." He turned his head to look at the Class B people, then at the Student Council President, Manabu Horikita, sitting there.

Though he could hardly believe it, he couldn't help but think of the possibility. Were these two sides connected? Relatives? Or friends who knew each other?

"You think we're framing you?"

Honami Ichinose from Class B stood up at that moment, and along with her, all of Class B rose. Every single one of them had hostile looks in their eyes. Finally, they began to recount their own experiences and testimonies.

As the saying goes, three people make a tiger. Now every single person in Class B could talk with perfect conviction. They themselves were the best evidence. Even if it was just some minor physical scuffles that hadn't escalated into bullying, so what?

That didn't matter anymore. The Student Council above was clearly biased, forcing a baseless charge to judge Class C!

Long Yuanxiang's face turned extremely ugly. He felt like he'd swallowed a fly—completely choked up. No matter how arrogant he was, an official one rank higher could crush you to death. Especially in such a disadvantageous position, shouting, roaring, or throwing a punch at the other side would all be strong evidence. He could only grit his teeth, his hands clenched into fists.

"Fine! Just fine! Honami Ichinose, is it? Truly, you never know someone's heart from their face!"

This remark was clearly derogatory, making a Class B student, Chihiro Shiranami, unable to hold back a retort. "Nonsense! It's clearly your fault, and Honami, she..."

She was about to explain further, but Honami Ichinose stopped her.

"Chihiro!"

Hearing her name, Chihiro Shiranami could only let out a whimper and lower her head, saying nothing more.

Honami Ichinose stepped forward and said, "Now it's your choice."

"Hmph, hahaha. My choice? More like, how does the Student Council want to deal with me?"

Manabu Horikita quietly watched the farce below. Only when it ended did he speak. "You need to apologize to Class B in person and strive to earn their forgiveness."

Manabu Horikita didn't finalize the matter. This incident could be big or small—in serious cases, it could lead to expulsion.

Class C could push out a few scapegoats, but school had only been in session for less than a month. Considering the bigger picture, forcing some students to drop out was clearly impossible.

On the other hand, if they didn't push out scapegoats, Class B would definitely latch onto the key figures—like Long Yuanxiang, who had been talking with Manabu Horikita the whole time. He was obviously the main player, and they'd force him to take a week's suspension.

Old Long had just taken over his class. If he got suspended, wouldn't that blow everything up?

So neither option was acceptable. They could only take a step back and negotiate compensation.

As for the Student Council, they'd already taken the bribes. How could they not follow through? They'd just lean toward Class B, go with the flow, and when necessary, slap a baseless charge right on your head.

Long Yuanxiang saw this clearly, which was why he gave up resisting. He could only turn around and negotiate with Class B, finally settling the matter with a compensation of three million.

Long Yuanxiang was certainly reluctant to pay the compensation, but he still realized that the Student Council president had gone easy on him, and that guy from Class B didn't seem like the type to come up with such a disgusting method.

If she really could have thought of this approach, she would definitely have extorted them for principal plus interest, yet she only demanded three million—though that three million was enough to make Class B wail like ghosts and howl like wolves.

Honami Ichinose hadn't expected things to go so smoothly either, but she never intended to crush Class C completely. After collecting a reasonable compensation, she transferred two million to the Student Council president.

Manabu Horikita didn't hide anything either; he directly picked up his terminal, took a look, and transferred the points back. Because in this matter, he had indeed accepted the payment but failed to handle it perfectly—he'd even been muddling through.

But that one glance nearly broke Long Yuanxiang's composure. Even if he was certain in his heart, the real experience was a different matter entirely. Dirty. Damn, it was truly disgusting. Wasn't this move underhanded?!

With this one strike, any schemes or tricks were completely useless. Brute force would only make the other party even more delighted. Conspiracy was nothing but trash in the face of absolute power.

Unfortunately, he had no chance left to bribe—not even in broad daylight. And because of that one move by Manabu Horikita, the school would definitely have to add a new rule in the future. He was finished.