Chapter 10: 010 Saving People, The Crown Prince Class

Green Dragon Bar.

It is located near the bridge on Qingshui Street and occupies a vast area.

Poison Scorpion is the most formidable fighter at Green Dragon Bar. Because he has a death-defying nature, he is quite famous on this street, and most people fear him. Consequently, few people dare to cause trouble at the bar.

He was sitting in the lounge at the back of the bar, having just lit a cigarette and clamped it between his teeth.

"Bang—"

The door was pushed open.

Poison Scorpion looked up casually and saw White Vest.

He was standing behind a young girl.

"Yo, Young Master Mao." It was clear he knew White Vest, but while he called him "Young Master," his tone wasn't particularly respectful. Poison Scorpion stared straight at the girl behind him. "Are you here to pay your respects to me? Haha, don't worry, Young Master Mao, I will definitely support you in front of your godfather!"

White Vest looked at him as if looking at his former self.

Bai Lian walked over slowly.

Poison Scorpion was stunned, then, full of smiles, he reached out toward Bai Lian. "Young Master Mao, the person you chose is quite..."

"Bang—"

He was kicked to the ground, chair and all. A bone in his chest snapped.

Poison Scorpion’s eyes turned vicious. Enduring the pain, he scrambled up and threw a fierce punch at Bai Lian’s face!

Bai Lian didn't even move her feet. She simply raised her hand and, to Poison Scorpion’s astonishment, caught his fist without haste.

Her moon-white skirt swayed gently.

"Crack—"

The sound of finger joints breaking rang out.

"You want to die—"

"Bang!" With a loud thud, he was slammed hard onto the ground by Bai Lian again!

Poison Scorpion had never seen such a monstrous display of strength. He looked at Bai Lian in terror.

The border area between the two countries has complex terrain; how could one survive here without some real ability?

His combat skills could be considered excellent. In fact, few people knew that when he was active internationally, even the FBI couldn't handle him, which was why the bar owner had taken a liking to him.

As the number one fighter at Green Dragon Bar, even that No. 1 from the fighting arena would have to put in some effort to take him down!

Poison Scorpion was gasping for air, barely able to breathe. He lay on the ground, unable to get up. "Have I offended you?"

He was considered smart. The reason he had survived so long despite being so arrogant was entirely because he only offended insignificant people. This girl before him could crush him like a steamed bun; she definitely wasn't acting without cause.

He didn't understand how he had provoked her.

Bai Lian still held a slender cigarette in her other hand, hazy smoke curling around her face.

She walked to Poison Scorpion’s side unhurriedly. She was wearing gray embroidered shoes with a faint footprint on them. The embroidered pattern was of pink peonies, layered and opulent.

She stepped on Poison Scorpion’s right hand with the shoe that had the footprint, lowered her eyes, and asked gently, "Is the embroidery nice?"

She sounded refined and gentle.

Poison Scorpion, who had been so arrogant before, was now lying by Bai Lian’s shoe. Even though his chest hurt with every breath, he still tried his best to wipe the dust off Bai Lian’s embroidered shoe with his hand.

He looked up at her with a fawning smile. "Nice, nice, it’s embroidered very nicely..."

Bai Lian lowered her head, the shadows cast by her eyelashes concealing the gloom in her eyes.

She lifted her foot. "It is indeed nice..."

"Bang—"

Another kick.

It landed heavily on Poison Scorpion’s chest.

Poison Scorpion was kicked against the wall.

Bai Lian tidied her sleeves in a leisurely manner.

She withdrew her gaze and said coldly, "But it’s dirty."

White Vest squatted beside Poison Scorpion and kindly reminded him, "You really picked the wrong person to mess with. You just had to kick her grandfather’s stall, and you even asked the old man if he dared to do anything? Tell me, did he dare?"

"Remember to respect the elderly and love the young."

The bar was deafeningly loud.

A group of men in black waited at the entrance. When the leader saw Poison Scorpion slumped against the wall, barely breathing, his mouth twitched.

God damn it, you’re telling a vicious, murderous thug to respect the elderly and love the young.

They glanced at Bai Lian with apprehension, then said to White Vest, "Young Master Mao, the boss wants you to go to the conference room."

"I'll tell my godfather," White Vest nodded casually.

Bai Lian leaned against the bar counter, her fingers tapping lazily on the surface. "Xiao Bai."

White Vest immediately stepped forward and ordered a drink for her. "...Sister, my surname is Mao."

"Oh, Xiao Mao," Bai Lian nodded lazily. "Thanks for today, but I won't drink. I'm heading back."

"Sister, won't you stay and play a while longer?"

Bai Lian took out a wooden hairpin and slowly pinned up her hair. Her lowered eyes were filled with a languid air. "No, I have class at eight tomorrow morning."

White Vest, no, Mao Kun: "...?"

Beside him, a lackey who was seeing Bai Lian for the first time couldn't help but blush.

Young Master Mao saw this and immediately got anxious, slapping the guy’s head hard. "What are you looking at? Huh? What are you looking at? Whatever thoughts you have, keep them in your mother's womb!"

**

Qingshui Street.

The night was dark and windy. Bai Lian took out her earphones to memorize English vocabulary.

It was nearly one in the morning. The sound of fighting drifted from the narrow, dark alley ahead. An ordinary person would have taken a detour.

Bai Lian kept her earphones on. Halfway through her vocabulary, her phone rang.

It was Mao Kun. She answered and walked past them calmly.

There were three blond, blue-eyed men.

Because this girl was excessively calm, they were clearly stunned. The next second, one of them snapped out of it and reached out to grab Bai Lian’s throat.

Bai Lian tilted her head and reached out to grab the man’s hand!

"Sister—" Mao Kun’s voice came through.

Bai Lian looked at the blue-eyed man, then looked down at the person lying in the corner.

"Wait a moment," she said to Mao Kun, stuffing her phone back into her pocket.

Then, she suddenly pulled the blue-eyed man toward her!

The force of her punch blew away the bangs scattered on both sides of her face, revealing her cold, chilling eyes. Bai Lian didn't retreat; her other hand balled into a fist and smashed fiercely into the other person who tried to move against her!

In less than three minutes.

Three people lay at her feet.

Only then did Bai Lian take out her phone and lean lazily against the wall. "Speak."

"Ah? Oh," Mao Kun on the other end of the line wiped his face. "There’s an auction here in two days. Do you want to come and play?"

"No." Bai Lian hung up, her eyelashes drooping.

She put her earphones back on and pulled up her English vocabulary.

"Hey..."

The bloodied person lying in the corner spoke to her. His trembling hand reached into his pocket to find a cigarette to bite on. "Thank you. Can I have your contact information?"

Bai Lian lowered her head and glanced at him.

His leg was still bleeding profusely.

Her gaze landed on the gold-framed calligraphy beside his hand.

The man saw her gaze and moved his right hand, but he didn't know which wound he had triggered. He hissed, "You want this? It’s an authentic work by Liang Zewen. Although it’s precious, it’s not as valuable as me. If you want it, take it. As for other requests, as long as you don't want to live on the moon, I can get it done for you."

I don't know which word touched Bai Lian, but she squatted down, turned on her phone’s flashlight, and shone it on the framed calligraphy beside the man.

After a long while.

Bai Lian’s gaze lazily fell back onto the man’s bleeding leg.

She lowered her head slightly and reached out to poke the man’s injured leg.

"What are you doing?" The man was stunned, then hurriedly spoke, "This is a gunshot wound. My private doctor will be here soon. Don't touch it randomly, I don't want to be crippled right now..."

As he spoke, the leg suddenly stopped bleeding.

Even the pain subsided by more than half.

Only then did Bai Lian stand up, reopen her English vocabulary page, and walk away.

"Hey—"

The man was dazed for a moment. Seeing that she hadn't taken the calligraphy, he couldn't help but call out to her, "You don't want Liang Zewen’s authentic work?"

The girl who hadn't paid much attention to him stopped. The moonlight bathed her gently. She finished reciting a word before turning her head. "Who told you this was an authentic work?"

The man was stunned. "This has been appraised by experts..."

The girl withdrew her gaze, her back disappearing around the corner.

The voice that drifted through the night was vague and lonely. "Get it appraised again. That is the handwriting of his student."

**

Six in the morning.

Ji Heng’s room.

He had just opened his eyes when he found himself face-to-face with a figure holding an electric fan.

Ji Heng: "..."

Bai Lian: "..."

They stared at each other for ten seconds. Someone was looking at him with a very righteous expression, as if asking, "Why are you waking up so early?"

...Very good.

Ji Heng closed his eyes expressionlessly.

Only then did Bai Lian put the fan down. She specifically plugged it in.

The small fan that had been broken before seemed afraid that others wouldn't know it had been fixed by someone, and it started whirring—"whoosh," "whoosh."

She thoughtfully closed the door and left.

Ji Heng opened his eyes. He looked at the early morning outside, the low temperature—probably 22 degrees—

He calmly reached out and pulled the half-draped quilt up to his neck.

Xiangcheng High School starts at eight in the morning. Most boarding students arrive by seven.

Bai Lian didn't arrive late; it was 7:30.

Her deskmate must have arrived very early, as she was sitting in the front seat holding an English book, reciting.

And her seat—

Bai Lian yawned lazily as she walked to her seat, tapped the desk, and looked down. "Classmate, move over."

The girl sitting in her seat’s face dropped instantly.

"Swish—"

The noisy classroom went quiet instantly.

Zhang Shize, who was sleeping on his desk, also lifted his head. He was bleary-eyed, but when he saw the situation, he jolted awake.

The curly-haired girl didn't even look at Bai Lian. When she saw Zhang Shize wake up, her eyes lit up, and she handed him the bag in her hand. "Zhang Shize, I brought you breakfast."

At the same time, Yang Lin gently tugged at the corner of Bai Lian’s shirt, signaling to her with her eyes.

Zhang Shize never accepted anything from girls.

Yet, right now, he reached out and took the breakfast. "Thank you, thank you. Chen Wei, you should go first, class is about to start."

Chen Wei’s sullen face broke into a smile again. "Then I’ll watch you play ball tonight."

Perhaps in a good mood today, Chen Wei hummed a song as she left Class 15.

Wherever she passed, the boys and girls all instinctively shrank their necks.

"New classmate, you just arrived at our school, let me give you a briefing," the girl in front turned around. She let out a long sigh of relief and said to Bai Lian, "That was Chen Wei from the second year. Of course, you might not know what that means. You know our school hunk, right? Besides that fool Zhang Shize, there’s another person named Chen Zhu. Chen Wei is Chen Zhu’s younger sister. Chen Zhu is in Class 8 of the third year, the 'Crown Prince Class,' understand? The people who often hang out with her are all people like Chen Zhu and Ren Wanxuan."

Bai Lian: "...Thanks."

So annoying, I want to kill.

"Anyway, for those in the Crown Prince Class, we ordinary people should avoid provoking them if we can. It’s like an egg hitting a rock," the girl said, then looked at Yang Lin and Zhang Shize. "Right, you two?"

"The most important thing is that Chen Zhu and Ren Wanxuan are both hot contenders for the Beichen top scorer in our grade," Yang Lin sat down at her desk, thought for a moment, and added softly, "Try not to offend them."

"That’s the logic," Zhang Shize said, dissatisfied. "But why call me, this sunny, cheerful, nineteen-year-old pure-hearted high school boy, a fool?"

No one paid him any mind.

"..." Zhang Shize put his arm around his deskmate’s shoulder. "Study God, what do you think?"

Ning Xiao looked up and gave him a "be quiet" look.

Bai Lian rested her chin on her hand and lazily flipped open her English book.

Zhang Shize rubbed his nose and took out his phone to add her as a friend.

**

Today is Friday, school is out for the evening.

Yang Lin and Bai Lian walked out of the school gate together. Bai Lian put on her earphones to listen to vocabulary, and they walked with Yang Lin to the flower shop at the end of the street.

The middle-aged woman selling flowers was enthusiastically wrapping a bouquet for a customer. Seeing Yang Lin, she squinted and smiled softly. "Your flowers are on the table, I’ve put them there for you."

Bai Lian was reciting vocabulary while looking over. On the table was a beautiful white lily.

Yang Lin took the flowers and placed the money on the table.

The middle-aged woman finished wrapping the flowers, shook her head helplessly when she saw this, and asked, "Where’s that brat Zhang Shize?"

"He’s playing ball."

"Playing ball again. Can’t he learn from you and Ning Xiao?" Zhang’s mother muttered, then looked at Bai Lian. "Oh, this must be the transfer student in your class. The little girl is so pretty."

She pulled out a red rose and gave it to Bai Lian. "You look much better-behaved than my brat."

Bai Lian took it. "Thank you, Auntie."

"Ah," Zhang’s mother clutched her chest. "I knew it, I knew I should have had a daughter! That damn Zhang Shize only knows how to drown my orchids!"

"Don't be angry, don't be angry," the middle-aged man who had just returned from outside put down his laptop bag and comforted her repeatedly. "Tonight, let’s pretend to have a cold war and go back to our room, and make him do all the housework for seven days!"

"..."

Bai Lian held the rose and parted ways with Yang Lin at the intersection.

Following the address Jiang He gave her, she arrived at the wealthy district of Xiangcheng.

The bus only goes to the outermost road.

Ren Wanxuan didn't participate in the elite student training today. There were distinguished guests at home, and Ren Qian had notified her in advance.

When passing the outskirts of the wealthy district, her gaze caught someone not far away—

"Stop the car!"

The boy in the front seat looked at the rearview mirror calmly. "What’s wrong?"

Ren Wanxuan shook her head. She didn't speak.

"Swish—"

The car stopped in front of Bai Lian.

The window rolled down, revealing Ren Wanxuan’s face, which couldn't hide her irritation. She looked at Bai Lian, her eyes filled with a mockery that seemed to have seen right through her: "What are you waiting for here?"