"Cheng Hao! You've gone too far!"
Yuan Xiaofen stood up, her face filled with anger.
In this class, she was the only one who would speak up for Yan Yuchen. At this moment, she finally saw through the ugly face of the class monitor.
Cheng Hao turned to look at her, his gaze sinister, his tone full of mockery: "What's the hurry, Miss Yuan Xiaofen? Are you so eager to defend your man? Do you want to kneel and apologize for him at the podium instead? Well, since you're a shameless woman, it doesn't matter if you kneel in front of the whole class. Come on, I'm waiting."
Yuan Xiaofen's face turned red, wanting to retort but too infuriated to speak.
Yan Yuchen walked to the podium and said to Cheng Hao, "If I kneel and apologize, will this matter be settled?"
Cheng Hao, seeing him finally relent, burst into laughter and said, "Yes, Yan Yuchen, as long as you kneel in front of me and apologize, I'll graciously let you go, and you won't have to leave."
"Are you sure?" Yan Yuchen asked again, squinting his eyes.
Cheng Hao sneered, "A gentleman's word is as good as his horsewhip. The whole class is listening; I, Cheng Hao, keep my word and won't go back on it."
Yan Yuchen nodded, "Fine, I'll kneel down and apologize then."
Upon hearing this, Yuan Xiaofen, with a trembling voice, pleaded, "Yan Yuchen, please don't..."
Apologizing was one thing, but kneeling in front of the whole class meant enduring immense humiliation for a young man.
The classmates in the class, witnessing Yan Yuchen's ultimate surrender, looked at him with disdain and a gloating expression.
"He's really pathetic, willing to endure such humiliation."
"Exactly, if it were me, I'd rather not go to school than kneel down."
"It's truly embarrassing. Look at his pitiful appearance; I can't bear to watch."
Listening to the discussions around him, Cheng Hao's excitement grew, especially considering the insults he received yesterday. With a cold, sinister smile on his face, he looked at Yan Yuchen and said, "Alright, don't waste everyone's time, kneel down quickly!"
Amidst the class's disdainful gazes, Yan Yuchen walked up to Cheng Hao, lifted his foot, climbed onto a desk, and knelt directly on it.
"What are you doing? I told you to kneel at the podium! Why are you kneeling on the desk?" Cheng Hao said with a dark expression.
"Smack!"
Before he could finish speaking, Yan Yuchen raised his hand and slapped him hard, saying, "Kneel closer, I'm here to apologize."
"Damn!"
Cheng Hao was furious, clutching his burning cheek, about to stand up.
At that moment, Yan Yuchen's left hand pressed down on his head. A hot stream surged out from the bead inside his body, rushing towards his left palm.
Suddenly, his left palm felt as heavy as a boulder, and despite Cheng Hao's desperate struggles, he couldn't stand up!
"Smack! Smack! Smack!"
Yan Yuchen pressed down on his head with his left hand and delivered three resounding slaps with his right hand. Despite the force, there was an apologetic look on his face as he said, "Sorry, class monitor, I shouldn't have made you eat your own shit yesterday."
"Motherf...!"
Cheng Hao, hit by these three slaps, saw stars and was about to curse loudly when Yan Yuchen raised his hand again, fiercely slapping him across the mouth.
"Wow!"
Cheng Hao spat out a mouthful of blood along with two large teeth.
The girl sitting next to him was frightened, screamed, and seemingly mastered some extraordinary martial arts, leaping away in shock.
"Class monitor, I'm really sorry. I apologize for what happened yesterday. Although your shit was fresh and steaming, I shouldn't have forced you to eat it without considering whether you liked it or not. I sincerely apologize..." Yan Yuchen said with genuine regret.
Yan Yuchen had a face full of remorse, sincerely apologizing. However, just as Cheng Hao was about to speak, he was slapped once again, blood spraying from his mouth. Yan Yuchen chuckled, "No, don't speak yet. I know you're going to ask for forgiveness, but it's not allowed. The class teacher told me to apologize to you, and you wanted me to kneel and apologize to you just now. I think you're both right. I should apologize to you. Let me continue..."
"Damn—"
"Smack!"
Yan Yuchen slapped him again, knocking out two more teeth, grinning as he said, "Class monitor, don't use foul language. Listen to my apology. Sorry for nearly drowning you in the shit pit yesterday; that was my mistake. I should have asked if you liked eating shit first. Class monitor, do you like it?"
Cheng Hao, covered in blood, tears streaming down his face, desperately tried to free his left hand, the one pinned to his head showing no sign of budging.
"Smack!"
Yan Yuchen slapped him once more, saying, "Class monitor, I'm asking you a question. Do you like eating shit?"
The entire class was stunned by the scene—watching the guy on his knees, getting slapped by Yan Yuchen with a smile on his face.
Was this the same weak and timid guy from before?
"Smack! Smack! Smack!"
"Class monitor, I'm asking you a question. Do you really like eating shit?"
While asking questions, Yan Yuchen continued to slap him hard, his face displaying a warm smile, but his eyes growing colder.
Cheng Hao, dizzy and covered in blood, tears, and mucus, wanted to cry and apologize, but he couldn't utter a word. Every time he tried, Yan Yuchen's palm would come down mercilessly.
"Wu wu wu..."
He could only produce a frightened cry from his throat, trembling all over, his mind blank.
He had no idea how things had escalated to this point. Wasn't that damn guy supposed to kneel at the podium and humiliate himself by apologizing? Wasn't he supposed to mock and taunt him while he had to lower his head and apologize? Why? Why did it turn out like this?
The entire class fell silent, staring at Yan Yuchen with a fear as if they were facing a devil.
"The bell..."
The class bell finally rang, and Cheng Hao shivered as if he had heard the most beautiful music in the world, tears streaming down his face in joy.
"Yan Yuchen, stop it."
Even at this moment, it was Yuan Xiaofen who spoke up to intervene. Despite her seemingly fragile appearance, she was braver than anyone in the class.
Yan Yuchen released his grip, stepped down from the desk, patted Cheng Hao on the shoulder as he passed by, and said with sincerity, "Class monitor, if you feel the apology just now wasn't enough, we can continue after class. Of course, if the class teacher thinks it's not sufficient, I'll make it double next time."
After a pause, he added with a smile, "In case I get expelled, don't worry, you'll still receive my apology. I'll be waiting for you at the school gate every day after school. I figure you not only enjoy eating your own shit but probably like others' as well."
With that, he left directly and returned to his seat.
Cheng Hao trembled all over, filled with terror, especially when he thought about the immensely heavy hand moments ago. His face turned incredibly pale.
As the distinct sound of the class teacher's high heels echoed in the stairwell, Cheng Hao shuddered, hastily tearing pieces of paper from his notebook to wipe away the blood covering his face.
In his mind, the class teacher was no longer a savior or support; she had become a harbinger of doom. He couldn't let her know about the beating he received from Yan Yuchen; the consequences would be unimaginable.
Yan Yuchen now appeared like a ruthless and insane demon in Cheng Hao's eyes, someone he couldn't afford to provoke.
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