Carrying his school bag, Ye Haoran strolled around the campus, attracting the attention of everyone.
Two persons were talking about something in the woods and Ye Haoran listened to them curiously.
"Brother Zhang, I'm telling you, this person is extremely evil and can do anything!"
"Moreover, he doesn't show any form of respect at all. He's like a bandit, a complete street thug!"
A second-year high school student in his school uniform was filled with righteous indignation. He was crying and complaining to a senior who was only wearing half of his school uniform.
"And the worst thing about that person is that he likes to act tough! We can't beat him!"
"Well, that's because he hadn't met me yet. Let me find someone to teach him a lesson."
The senior in the half-uniform nodded, looking gangster-like and his face was full of contempt.
Ye Haoran, who was listening from the side, also shook his head. He didn't expect that there would be such a pretentious person on this beautiful campus. It was really too much.
If he met him, he would beat him up first.
"Brother Zhang, let me tell you, that person is from Year 2 Class 5. He's the class monitor..."
Ye Haoran was stunned. Why did it sound like they were talking about him?
"...He also claims to be the grand thief. Brother Zhang, I'll find his photo for you."
With that, he took out his mobile phone and started searching.
The third-year hooligan was bored waiting, so he turned around, took out his cigarette and started to smoke.
At this moment, the two of them did not notice that a figure holding a hemp rope was slowly moving over.
The second-year high school student was still searching for the photo on his phone, completely unaware of the impending danger.
"Let me look. It should be the photo that was secretly taken the day before yesterday...? Uh!"
Suddenly, a hemp rope was wrapped around his neck quickly and accurately, making him completely speechless.
"Mmm!"
At the same time, a hand covered his mouth and he was stealthily dragged by someone out of the small forest. Only his mobile phone was left in the same spot, and the picture displayed on it was Ye Haoran's handsome side profile.
The third-year hooligan finished half of his cigarette and turned around when he didn't get a response.
"Huh?!"
The third-year hooligan's eyes widened. There was no one behind him.
There was only the mobile phone on the ground, but the owner of the phone had disappeared.
"F*ck, I've seen a ghost. F*ck."
The hooligan looked around and quickly put out the cigarette. He didn't even bother to pick up the phone and left hurriedly.
On the other side, in an even more obscure bushy area, muffled sounds were heard.
"Mmm! Mmmm!"
The second-year student was tied up tightly with a rag stuffed in his mouth. He was looking at Ye Haoran in horror as the latter was sharpening his knife.
He was just passing on a message to someone else. Why the hell did this person even take out his knife?
Ye Haoran fiddled with the shiny watermelon knife, pulled the rag out of the student's mouth, and asked, "I think I heard you say that someone is a bandit or a street gangster? Do you want to reselect your choice of words?"
"Ye Haoran, don't f*cking...be too perfect."
Feeling the chill of the watermelon knife, Zhao Jinlong admitted defeat.
"Continue, don't stop."
Ye Haoran took back his watermelon knife and brandished it in front of Zhao Jinlong.
Zhao Jinlong swallowed his saliva and complimented stiffly, "Brother Ye, you're really handsome, suave, and charming. Everyone loves you, and flowers bloom when you appear."
Ye Haoran was enjoying the praises that were forced out of Zhao Jinlong's mouth.
When Zhao Jinlong's mouth went dry after all the praising, Ye Haoran waved his hand to stop him. He turned around and asked, "You said that we don't have any grudges in the past, and there's no enmity between us. Why did you come and provoke me?"
"I didn't do it. I was just a messenger. It was Zhao Hui from Class 4 who ordered me to do it."
Zhao Jinlong had a calm expression even though he had betrayed the culprit in the blink of an eye.
"Zhao Hui," Ye Haoran thought for a moment and he seemed to have some impression of him.
During the combat exam last semester, Zhao Hui came to find trouble with him because of a small conflict and wanted to duel with him using the contract spirit.
Ye Haoran did not say anything and before Zhao Hui could react, he smacked him with a brick, pressed him to the ground and gave him a beating.
He didn't expect Zhao Hui to be so unforgiving and provoke him again.
It seemed like it was time for him to show off his reputation as the grand thief.
Seeing Ye Haoran turn around and leave, Zhao Jinlong became anxious and pleaded, "Brother, untie me!"
"Think of a way to rub the bind on the tree to loosen it. Oh right, remember to return me the hemp rope."
Zhao Jinlong was befuddled, "What???"
Ye Haoran wandered in front of the classroom door of Year 2 Class 4. The class was still in the midst of the exam and no one had come out yet.
"I can study the potion given by the system first."
Ye Haoran decided to find a quiet place and turned around to go to the toilet. He closed the cubicle door and took out a bottle of yellow potion.
[Strength potion: Increase your strength by 30%, you can consume up to a maximum of nine times.]
Holy shit, this was good stuff!
Ye Haoran was shocked. If he consumed it nine times, his strength would increase tenfold and his physical strength would be able to catch up with those strength-type Level 8 spirits!
Without any hesitation, Ye Haoran swallowed the potion.
"Gulp Gulp..."
The sound of swallowing came from the cubicle, and the people on both sides of Ye Haoran's cubicle were dumbfounded.
"Brother, did you come to the toilet to look for food? This kind of gulping sounds..."
When they thought of the possibilities, the people on both sides immediately fled from the toilet.
"Uh!"
Ye Haoran let out a loud burp, an indication that the amount of potion given by the system was quite sufficient.
He pushed open the cubicle door and saw that there were already two people waiting for him outside. They were the ones who were in the cubicles to the left and right of Ye Haoran's cubicle.
Seeing Ye Haoran come out, the two of them looked at him in shock, or rather, they looked at the bottle of potion in his hand with a little yellow liquid left.
In a civilized society and furthermore, in broad daylight, there was actually someone eating in the toilet?
One of them quickly took out his phone and took a picture, then shared it on his WeChat Moments. He probably would need his entire life to heal from this episode, so he reposted it to make more people crack up.
Ye Haoran saw the strange look in their eyes and hurriedly put away the medicine bottle and left. He didn't want to be seen as a pervert.
Listening to the bell that meant that the exam was over, Ye Haoran felt that it was extremely pleasing to the ear.
Feeling the huge increase in his strength, he instantly felt that he could do it again.
"I, Ye Haoran, am full of righteousness. I win people over with virtue..."
Ye Haoran numbed himself in a low voice. He tightened the spare hemp rope in his hand and stared at the stairs...