Sheng Qi ignored the man, meeting Feng Zi's furious gaze with an imposing presence that needed no words. "I don't care how you, Mr. Feng, resort to unscrupulous revenge after losing a match outside. But if you dare lay a hand on my people, I, Sheng Qi, guarantee you'll experience the VIP morgue service!"
Disregarding Feng Zi's seething glare, Sheng Qi withdrew his chilling aura and tossed out a line as if nothing had happened: "I won't disturb your rest, Mr. Feng. Farewell!"
Feng Zi stared intently at Sheng Qi's retreating figure, seething with rage as he raised his hand, grabbed the cup beside him, and hurled it toward the door.
The cup shattered on impact, scattering fragments across the floor.
His assistant was terrified, not daring to speak.
It had been a long time since anyone had seen Feng Zi this furious—or rather, no one had ever dared to confront Feng Zi so head-on!
Outside, everyone fawned over him, and those he bullied could only suffer in silence.
But today, in just a few hours, he had first been beaten to a pulp early in the morning, then berated, threatened, and intimidated.
An ordinary person would likely be furious, let alone Feng Zi, who had a notoriously bad temper!
Feng Zi smashed everything within reach, including the beeping medical monitor beside him.
After wrecking everything, instead of feeling any relief, the violent movements aggravated his wounds, causing him pain and making him even angrier.
The ache in his arm made him frown.
Feng Zi turned his head to look. The IV tube, with blood flowing backward, had already tinged the fluid in the bag red.
Enraged, he yanked the needle out of his hand. The sudden motion pulled at his injuries, making him break out in a cold sweat from the pain.
The assistant nervously swallowed and cautiously said, "I'll call the doctor..."
As he spoke and stepped toward the door, he heard a loud thud from beside him.
Assuming Feng Zi had smashed something else, he turned to see Feng Zi tumble off the bed and collapse unconscious on the floor.
"Second Young Master!" The assistant rushed over.
The bodyguard entered, and the assistant urgently shouted, "Get the doctor, now!"
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Bai Tang arrived at the classroom door just as the bell rang and the teacher had already collected the exam papers.
She only then realized there had been exams yesterday and today.
It seemed this was the last test, and her classmates were already moving the desks back to their original positions.
So, her chance to show off her intelligence was gone again?!
Bai Tang's mouth twitched, and she quietly returned to her seat.
As soon as she sat down, she noticed everyone staring at her. Perhaps due to her earlier warning, they weren't loudly gossiping but whispering and exchanging glances.
Bai Tang didn't care about the idle chatter.
It wasn't until lunchtime, when she went to the cafeteria, that she realized almost the moment she stepped in, everyone's eyes were on her.
Was she this famous now?
Bai Tang got her food, carried her tray with one hand, found a seat, and sat down. Then, within a meter radius around her, no one else sat.
What was this?
Was she a virus?
Campus cold violence?
Before she could wonder for long, four fierce-looking girls approaching her gave her the answer.
They each carried trays, closed in on her, and dumped all the food from their trays onto her.
Bai Tang dodged swiftly, but despite her speed, some splashes of sauce stained her uniform.
She frowned slightly, looked up at the four girls, and curled her lips into a smile that seemed oddly eerie: "Are you four... sick?"