Rebirth: A Cinderella's Counterattack
Chapter 193 - 181: Unlucky Wang Wei (Part 2)

Chapter 193: Chapter 181: Unlucky Wang Wei (Part 2)

"Bro, what’s the drama?" Once they were out of the school gates, Luo Qianqian hurriedly whispered, and sure enough, with Lin Jiayou and those few driving the injured behind them, no one dared to pay attention to them, nor did anyone dare to approach, including Pei Yuhao and his group, who waved from a distance, then got into their own family cars to go home.

"Didn’t he want to take photos?" Luo Shufan scoffed coldly.

Luo Qianqian blinked her eyes, since when had her brother become so ruthless? "Whose idea was the strawberry underwear? And who was that girl?"

Mentioning the strawberry underwear, Luo Shufan’s face turned red; he had seen the photos too: "What’s a kid looking at that for? It’s just a classmate from your school who’s having some family difficulties. Brother Lin helped her out, so she came to repay the favor."

"So, Brother Lin forced that girl to take the photos?" Luo Qianqian’s face was full of surprise.

"Didn’t you notice that her face wasn’t shown? That was a model; we rented her for two hundred bucks." Luo Shufan shrugged. "It was Big Brother Bai’s idea."

"Zhuzi’s not going to learn anything bad, right?" Luo Qianqian’s mouth twitched as she looked toward Lin Jiayou, who was behind her: "Big Brother Lin, what the hell is up with your getup?"

"I said not to go like this, but your sister-in-law insisted, said it was more persuasive." Lin Jiayou’s face reddened, and awkwardly took off his glasses: "My school uniform isn’t this neat; this is a newly bought one, wearing it feels so uncomfortable."

Luo Qianqian nodded her head; no wonder, she then glanced at the people behind Lin Jiayou who were dressed in black T-shirts and jackets. Were they all dressed up on purpose?

"Shufan, I’ll take these guys back to the hospital first, I’ll come back for you guys later. Big Brother Bai is at the coffee shop; you can just go there and find him," Lin Jiayou said as he waved and hailed a taxi with his men and left.

"Everyone’s gone? Then who’s going to take the photos?" Luo Qianqian asked with wide eyes.

"As long as someone did, let’s go. Big Brother Bai is still waiting," Luo Shufan replied, naturally not thinking that his sister was scared. After all, she didn’t even remember to tell him about having such intimidating guys around. He didn’t believe that someone with such guts could be frightened by a little thing like this.

Then, at the coffee shop, watching Bai Yixian while drinking milk cocoa and eating cake, after finishing three pieces of cake, Bai Yixian finally picked up his phone, by this time it was already completely dark: "Let’s go, it should be good now."

"This is a hotel, isn’t it??" Luo Qianqian, stunned, looked at the place Bai Yixian had driven them to.

Bai Yixian smiled mysteriously, didn’t answer, and parked the car across the street, not letting them get out: "Just wait here; you’ll see in a while."

Then they saw Lin Jiayou appearing at the hotel entrance, holding something in his hand, and waiting outside. Soon, several very muscular men came out, took something from Lin Jiayou while laughing, and left by taxi. The dazzling hotel lights made it clear that the men were all in good spirits.

A little later, another person came down and handed over a big bag of something to Lin Jiayou, then turned around and left.

Lin Jiayou looked around and, seeing Bai Yixian’s car, headed in their direction and pulled open the passenger door, because the Luo siblings were sitting in the back seat: "Big Brother Bai, I got the stuff."

"Hmm," Bai Yixian hummed through his nose, quietly watching the hotel entrance. He took out his phone and dialed a number. After hearing the call get disconnected on the other end, he revealed an intriguing expression: "The good show is about to start."

Luo Qianqian leaned against the car window, her eyes fixed on the direction of the hotel. Could it be what she was thinking?

Before long, they saw Wang Wei, wearing a school uniform and carrying a schoolbag, emerging unsteadily from the hotel at an extremely slow pace. Luo Qianqian felt sure that his expression must be one of great weight and agony, otherwise the schoolbag wouldn’t have turned into that shape.

"The chrysanthemums are shattered; your smile is yellowed by tears." Luo Qianqian laughed. Although there was no deep-seated hatred before, if she had no support, she would not have been able to speak out now, would she? It’s true that ’a pitiable person must have a detestable aspect,’ so even though she guessed what had happened, Luo Qianqian felt not the slightest pity.

What Luo Qianqian didn’t expect was that the matter was far from over.

"Qianqian." Early the next morning, before Luo Qianqian had arrived at school, she received a call from Pei Yuhao: "Where are you?"

"Almost at school, just got off the bus," Luo Qianqian was taken aback, looking at the school gates in the not-so-distant distance. It seemed a bit busier than usual?

"Don’t come to school, go home and call the teacher to ask for leave," Pei Yuhao’s anxious voice came through the receiver to Luo Qianqian’s ears, and she paused.

"But I’m already at the gate."

"Hurry up, Wang Wei’s dad is here! Wang Lijun is a journalist, if you don’t leave now..."

"I can’t leave anymore, someone has already seen me." Luo Qianqian ended the call and walked expressionlessly towards the middle-aged man staring at her angrily.

"Are you Luo Qianqian?" The man’s eyes were red with rage as he waited for Luo Qianqian, his gaze filled with an unspeakable menace, just like Wang Wei’s.

Luo Qianqian didn’t respond, only nodding slowly after seeing Pei Yuhao and Xiu Xian rushing out of the teaching building: "I am."

"Was my son harmed by you?" Wang Lijun was about to get physical, but Luo Qianqian was pulled away by Pei Yuhao, and Xiu Xian conveniently placed himself between the two, facing Wang Lijun.

"Mr. Wang, let’s talk in the office."

"She must come too, my son is in that condition now, and she can’t be absolved of this!" Wang Lijun pointed at Luo Qianqian, who blinked. Was this man unclear of the cause and effect, or was he just blindly defending his own child?

Xiu Xian looked at Luo Qianqian, who nodded nonchalantly. They weren’t going to physically teach her a lesson, so they couldn’t beat her up in front of a teacher, could they?

"I’m fine, you go back first. Can you put my backpack back for me? Did that person come today?" Luo Qianqian handed her backpack to Pei Yuhao and stuffed the phone into her sleeve, asking quietly.

"He didn’t come, but his dad did. I guess he probably won’t show up again, huh?" Pei Yuhao shook his head, clutching the backpack tightly: "Call me if you need anything."

Luo Qianqian nodded and followed Xiu Xian and Wang Lijun to the office.

"My son came home covered in injuries yesterday. The school must give me an explanation for this, right?" Wang Lijun’s look at Xiu Xian was also full of hostility, as if he would be relentless if the explanation didn’t satisfy him. He sat next to Xiu Xian’s office desk, legs crossed arrogantly.

Luo Qianqian tugged at the corner of her mouth without saying a word, standing obediently to one side, her eyes fixed on the tips of her shoes.

"Mr. Wang, have you asked your son what happened? We were going to call you yesterday, but it was too late, so we let your son tell you to come to school today to discuss withdrawing from school. With your son’s behavior, we can’t keep him at First Middle School." Xiu Xian looked at Wang Lijun with amusement, his son who had taken photos of girls to threaten them, wasn’t he influenced by what Wang Lijun himself taught?

"Withdraw from school?" Wang Lijun’s brows furrowed, and he slapped the desk hard: "My son gets beaten up and now we’re the ones who have to withdraw?" His fierce gaze turned to Luo Qianqian: "Can this student do whatever she wants to ordinary students just because she has a powerful background?"

"Firstly, my student, compared to your son, is the real ordinary student, one who earned her place without sponsorship." Xiu Xian snorted coldly: "Secondly, Wang Wei’s behavior has already violated the law, and we can’t accommodate such a ’big Buddha’ at First Middle School. You’d better find another temple for him."

The law? Wang Lijun was taken aback. He wasn’t oblivious to what kind of person his son was, someone who liked to provoke those better than him but with weaker backgrounds, but the law, that was truly something he didn’t know: "Wang Wei has provoked others not just once or twice, and Class Nine isn’t an ordinary class; is it necessary to make such a big deal out of this?"

"Yes, our school’s Class Nine and Class Ten are sponsored classes, where you can get in with money. But repeatedly attacking our good students and even bringing in thugs to take their photos for blackmail, we can’t keep such people. And this isn’t the first time either. We are not a recycling center where just anyone can stay. We’ve also tried to discuss this with parents before, I thought he would change." Xiu Xian’s response was stern.

Photos for blackmail? Wang Lijun turned pale. It was quite clear where Wang Wei had learned that, but he still tried to argue: "Good students from Class Nine? A gem among garbage is still considered a good student?" He didn’t believe grades were important. He hadn’t had good grades as a child and still made plenty of money. Society belonged to the brave.

He had seen the class performance list, but it didn’t show the school’s rankings, and the great hall list was on the other end of the corridor by Class One, where parents who came for Class Nine’s parent-teacher meetings wouldn’t bother admiring other children’s achievements.

Xiu Xian sneered: "Garbage? That’s an insult to all the students in the school." Luo Qianqian was the pride of Class Nine; how could he let a real ’garbage’ student’s parent insult her? "Luo Qianqian is the top of her grade. Are you prepared to oppose the parents of over six hundred students?"

"The top of the grade? How is that possible? We both know what Class Nine is like." Wang Lijun sneered, thinking to himself how they would come up with any trick to protect Luo Qianqian.

"Yes, that’s right, we all know what Class Nine is like." Xiu Xian calmly took out the file folder with the grades: "It’s rare for the top of the grade to be from outside Class One or Class Two since the founding of the school, and even more so for it to be from a sponsored class. Moreover, she has never lost that position to anyone from Class One or Class Two."

The Class One head teacher, Xiao He, no longer wanted to listen: "Old Xiu, what are you saying? Luo Qianqian, you should apply to transfer to our class. We don’t have such people to bother you for no reason, and the learning environment is also better."

The Class Two teacher, Liang Zifang, looked disdainful: "She simply didn’t want to go to the experimental or competitive classes, that’s why she went to an ordinary class. It’s just unexpected that she was placed in Class Nine instead."

Wang Lijun was dumbfounded, standing there with his mouth agape.

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