Yan Xianjue tilted his head. "The difference is whether I deal with you first or clean up the mess online first."
The students: "..."
"No! What did we do wrong this time, QAQ?"
Yan Xianjue glared at the student who had spoken. "Don't read memes out loud."
That student immediately raised his hands in surrender.
Zhou Ye stepped in to smooth things over. "So what exactly happened?"
Yan Xianjue took out his phone and tapped away at it. Then, everyone's phones buzzed at the same time.
The room suddenly fell silent, as though dozens of crows were cawing wordlessly above their heads, each one trailing six dots behind it.
The rich second-generation students who had only just entered university received a lesson from the trending searches.
"Huh? I didn't even drive my car onto campus. I parked in the parking lot outside the school."
"I can vouch for him. My parking space is right next to his."
After hesitating for a moment, Zhou Ye said, "Is it possible they're talking about the atmosphere, not actual luxury cars?"
Wang Zihe looked speechless. "But that was after school. Do they even get to dictate what car I drive off campus?"
The later part, where they escalated things into a critique of the school's atmosphere, was even more ridiculous.
At that moment, an incongruous voice rang out. "Hey, they picked a pretty good photo. It happened to catch our cars. I need to tell my mom I made the news!"
Everyone: "..."
Yan Xianjue looked toward the voice. A boy he didn't recognize, who looked younger than all of them and was wearing a high school uniform, was sitting beside Wang Zihe with an excited expression.
And Wang Zihe's large hand was clamped over his mouth.
Yan Xianjue: "..."
Yan Xianjue stared in