"Clap! Clap! Clap!" Zhang Yупing's speech earned enthusiastic applause from many classmates. Getting Liu Qiang to admit his mistake—was simply harder than climbing heaven itself! Gao Liang smiled slyly at Zhang Yупing, his嘴角 curling into a gentle arc, but Zhang only glanced at his well-dressed appearance and ignored him completely. She used to overlook me, but now you can't ignore my presence anymore. Gao Liang had a plan forming: he wanted the school's top beauty, Zhang Yупing, to reevaluate him. Right now, I'm the second-in-command at Longfeng Hall—holding a cash prize of 100,000, earning 50,000 a month, and being an absolutely unbeatable, super handsome guy. At that moment, the principal entered the classroom of Class 3-1. Liu, the "Black Dog," acted as if he had just found his savior, exaggerating his distress and clutching the principal's hand, saying, "Principal! You've come at the perfect time! Please step in and champion my cause!" Just like a dog greeting its master, tail wagging and begging for mercy—this After learning the full details of the incident, President Fang Bin grew serious. "Come forward now! Students assaulting teachers—this has never happened at No. 1 High School!" Immediately, many students were silenced by the president's firm tone. "If you can step forward and admit your mistakes, it's still possible—I'll treat it leniently!" As he watched the students who dared not even breathe, the president's voice softened. Liu Qiang, who had always been a follower of Zhou Chao, was particularly thick-skinned; he would only step forward to admit fault if the sun rose from the west. Today, with Gao Liang present, history was destined to be rewritten. Even after being questioned one by one by class president Zhang Yупing, study committee member Dong Jiao, and sports committee member Xiang Yunfei, no breakthrough was achieved. Thus, the president issued his final ultimatum. "The culprit must admit fault within three minutes! Otherwise, I will employ any means necessary to uncover the truth!" The students stared at each other, puzzled. In fact, several of them knew it was Liu Qiang who had done it. But if they accused Liu Qiang, they would have to go against Zhou Chao, who always walked around campus with his legs crossed. So everyone kept insisting, "It wasn't me!" Just now, I didn’t even glance at Lao Zi once—this time, I’m staring right at him, with such intensity that it seems like a judge’s gaze. “I’ve suspected you all along! Admit it now!” Zhang Yупing’s words left Gao Liang and everyone else in the room stunned. Liu Qiang felt a quiet sense of satisfaction: Gao Liang, Gao Liang! Now you’re in trouble—though it has nothing to do with me! “What evidence do you have? Don’t just make things up! You know how much I dread being falsely accused—especially by some female classmate!” Gao Liang remained remarkably composed. “Evidence! Evidence!” Zhang Yупing stood still, surprised. She had been so impulsive just now, sensing Gao Liang’s suspicious expression—by instinct, she’d already concluded it was him. But to actually present concrete proof? That was proving difficult. “Zhang Yупing, don’t be overly suspicious—don’t undermine the unity among classmates!” Principal Fang Bin gently reminded her. "Hmph!" Zhang Yuping wasn't satisfied. She found it disrespectful that Gao Liang, while the teacher was being attacked, still looked so confident and proud—something that clearly didn't honor the teacher. Although Liu Teacher's reputation wasn't stellar, she was still a teacher and deserved respect. In Zhang Yuping's eyes, a student who fails to show respect for teachers simply can't be a good student. And precisely, Gao Liang is such a student. Seeing that Zhang Yuping wasn't questioning him, Liu Qiang walked off with confidence. But he forgot that the slingshot he had tucked at his waist accidentally dropped to the ground with a soft "click." "It's him! It's him!" Liu Hei-Gou's voice was louder than ever. The principal was furious: "Liu Qiang! Go right to my office within ten minutes!" Liu Qiang was stunned—how could the slingshot, which had been securely fastened at his waist, have come loose so suddenly? At that moment, Gao Liang smiled slightly in a corner, barely glancing at Zhang Yiping, who had embarrassed him. It's just that you were so confident and overbearing. With the truth now laid bare, Liu Qiang had no choice but to bow and admit his mistakes. Afterward, Zhang Yiping blushed and said to Gao Liang, "I'm sorry! I really thought it was you!" Gao Liang, as if nothing had happened, calmly smiled in front of Principal Fang Bin, Liu Hei, and the entire class, saying, "Even gods make mistakes—how could we ordinary people be any different?" Gao Liang's gracefulness deeply moved Zhang Yiping; she never expected such words to come from this underachieving student. Oh! I hadn't noticed Gao Liang earlier, but today he looks so stylish! If my memory serves me right, everything he's wearing is top-tier brand—this outfit alone must have cost at least 10,000 yuan. He's completely transformed—he looks considerably more handsome than before, with a more attractive, masculine presence that draws girls in. Unconsciously, Zhang Yuping's face turned red, thinking about that evening when she had been drunk and didn't know how she had been taken to the guest house by Gao Huang. She wasn't sure whether she had eaten my tofu, nor did she know what had happened to her little undergarment—thankfully, it was still in her hands now. But why didn't she mind Gao Huang all that much? Could it really be just because of that one sentence of forgiveness he had just given her? No, such a mediocre student—she simply wouldn't fall for him. While Zhang Yuping was pondering this over and over, Principal Fang Bin had already begun chatting with Gao Huang. He heard Gao Huang politely greet the principal, saying, "Good afternoon, Principal!" Fang Bin nodded, a faint smile appearing on his face, and said, "Gao Huang, where did you go today? We've been quite attentive to you!" "Thank you for your concern! I came home to take care of my mother today—I didn't have time to take leave!" Gao Huang didn't feel any flutter of excitement or blushing when lying—he owed this to his cultivation of mental strength, which allowed him to control his