In the past, Chen Yuan hoped their No. 11 High School would get better.
But now, he'd changed his mind.
I'll make my No. 11 High School better!
And how would he do that?
Getting the whole student body into first-tier universities was out of reach; after all, he wasn't a teacher or a leader.
However, making it seem like No. 11 High School was full of good people, that he could do.
At this moment, Wang Heng was like a piglet being roasted over a fire. The B had already been dealt, but none of the guys knew what they were doing. Intimidated by a sophomore to the point they didn't dare to speak, even though they were all surrounding him.
Yet, the one at a disadvantage wasn't Chen Yuan.
"If you want to borrow money, let's talk privately; we're here to play basketball now," said Zheng Qi's close buddy.
