Quick Transmigration: Why did you provoke him? He's love-struck!

Chapter 253 Thorny Rose (10)

The next day at noon, after class, Yan Zhen went to the school cafeteria for lunch as usual.

She bought a bowl of noodles and found a corner table to sit down and eat.

I had only taken a few bites when a few boys suddenly walked over.

The boy in the lead, over 1.85 meters tall with a cigarette between his fingers and a burly build, pulled out the chair opposite Yan Zhen, sat down in front of her, and said with a roguish grin, "Lin Xun?"

Yan Zhen looked up at him and asked, "Is there something you need?"

The boy smiled and poured his cigarette butt into her noodle bowl.

"I don't like the look of you, is that a big deal?" The boy's eyes were full of provocation. He raised his voice, "I heard you stole your dad's money to spend on men, and even had an abortion for a man, is that true?"

As soon as he said that, all the students in the restaurant turned to look at him.

Yan Zhen narrowed his eyes slightly.

She had heard of the person in front of her before.

Qin Huai, a senior high school student and the only son of the school board member, usually acts like a tyrant on campus. He spends his days leading a group of "henchmen" to cause trouble, and many students have been beaten up by him.

Last year, a high school student was cornered and beaten by him in the toilet. Someone secretly filmed the incident and posted it online, causing a huge uproar, but it was eventually suppressed.

On the contrary, the students who were bullied and filmed "voluntarily" dropped out of school.

The original owner of this body, Lin Xun, had never interacted with this person, so logically she shouldn't have offended him.

Yan Zhen glanced around the restaurant.

Not far away, Jiang Xicun and her group of friends sat at a dining table, looking over like most of the students, all with expressions of anticipation for a good show.

When Jiang Xicun was in her first year of high school, Qin Huai publicly confessed his feelings to her.

Qin Huai's provocation was most likely instigated by Jiang Xicun.

Yan Zhen quickly grasped the situation—the other party was hostile, and he could neither fight them, avoid them, nor escape from them.

If I were to clash with Qin Huai here, I would only get beaten up, and no one would come out to stop me or help me.

She is at a complete disadvantage right now.

One of the survival rules for the weak is to restrain one's sharpness and temper when in a situation of absolute weakness, prioritizing survival.

"What do you want?" Yan Zhen asked.

Qin Huai raised an eyebrow: "You should drop out of school."

Yan Zhen paused for a moment.

This is not something you absolutely have to attend.

But due to her physical condition, financial difficulties, and the watchful eye of Wang Jianchun, the school became her temporary refuge.

Having dropped out of school, she had nowhere to go.

What if I don't return it?

"This is a multiple-choice question," Qin Huai said arrogantly. "You can either drop out of school willingly, or you can learn your lesson and drop out later."

Yan Zhen leaned back in his chair: "Then I'll try the latter."

Qin Huai's face turned cold: "If you won't listen to reason, you'll have to suffer the consequences."

As he spoke, he stood up, faced everyone in the restaurant, and clapped his hands: "Everyone."

All the students in the restaurant turned to look.

“I’m here to announce something. From today, now, at this moment, anyone who can make Lin Xun—” He turned to the side, drawing everyone’s attention to Yan Zhen, “‘willingly’ drop out of school, no matter what method they use, I will reward them with one million in cash and three years of safe and sound high school.”

As soon as he said that, many people in the restaurant's eyes lit up.

A certain percentage of students in the school are admitted through special admissions programs. These students come from ordinary families, and one million yuan in cash is undoubtedly a great temptation for them.

Another group of people who are not short of money are drawn by the promise of "a safe and uneventful three years of high school".

Students on campus are prone to forming cliques, and incidents of small groups isolating and bullying lone students are rampant despite repeated prohibitions.

Now that Qin Huai has spoken, as long as this matter is accomplished, I won't have to worry about being targeted by cliques of students for the next three years on campus.

Yan Zhen frowned almost imperceptibly as he listened to Qin Huai's words.

It has to be said that Qin Huai's move was quite insidious. Instead of taking action himself, he rallied all the students in the school to target the bullying of her.

That means that Yan Zhen could be assassinated at any moment from now on.

She can be on guard for a while, but she can't be vigilant 24 hours a day, or even in her sleep.

After Qin Huai finished issuing the order, he turned to Yan Zhen and smiled slightly: "Let's make a bet. I bet you won't last a week."

Yan Zhen pondered for a few seconds, then asked, "What's the stake?"

Qin Huai countered, "What do you want?"

"If I win, you can drop out of school."

Qin Huai was taken aback: "Don't you know who my father is?"

"You'd better go back and ask your mom about this."

Qin Huai's face turned cold.

Before he could speak again, Yan Zhen stood up and casually said as he passed by him, "One week, it's a deal."

After leaving the restaurant, Yan Zhen quickly returned to his dormitory.

She wanted to come back and make some preparations before the news from the restaurant spread throughout the school.

As Yan Zhen knelt on the bed packing her things, Xu Zhiyun, who shared a room with her, returned and kept glancing at Yan Zhen.

Yan Zhen noticed it, but pretended not to see it.

Xu Zhiyun couldn't hold back any longer: "Is what the post on the school forum said true? You really made a bet with Qin Huai?"

Yan Zhen gave a faint "hmm".

Xu Zhiyun walked to her bedside, looked up at Yan Zhen sitting on the upper bunk, and said in a low voice, "You should drop out of school before they make a move."

Yan Zhen looked down at her.

Xu Zhiyun's eyes were filled with deep fear: "You don't usually pay attention to the gossip at school, so you have no idea how outrageous those people's pranks are. You can't last a week. You might as well admit defeat now, at least you can leave safely."

"Thank you for reminding me." Yan Zhen's attitude was lukewarm. After saying this, she directly drew the bed curtains, using her actions to refuse to continue communicating with Xu Zhiyun.

In the afternoon, Yan Zhen attended classes as usual.

When she arrived at the classroom, she didn't sit down immediately. Looking down, she saw that the chair was covered with a thick layer of glue.

I opened the drawer, and several squeaking mice scurried out.

She cleaned all those things up and went to class as if nothing had happened.

Halfway through the class, a small pebble flew from behind and hit Yan Zhen on the back.

She hissed as she was hit—it hurt a lot.

Yan Zhen didn't turn around. He used his textbook to cover his face and turned on his phone's front camera to take a picture of himself.

Two minutes later, the camera captured the second pebble that flew into her and hit her, as well as the culprit—the boy sitting to her right and behind her.

Yan Zhen put away her phone, took out a slingshot from her desk drawer, loaded it with marbles, and while the teacher turned around to write on the blackboard, she quickly turned back and aimed at the boy. With a "whoosh," the marble hit the boy hard on the forehead, making him cry out in pain.

Startled, the teacher immediately looked at the boy and asked, "What are you doing?"

The boy covered his forehead, but because he was the one who started the trouble, he didn't dare to tell the truth and made up an excuse to get by.

For the rest of the day, Yan Zhen experienced being blocked in the restroom when she went to the toilet, finding her water cup filled with urine when she returned to the classroom, being tripped by someone as she walked out of the classroom after school, or being pretended to playfully bump into someone from behind and try to knock her down the stairs, and a large bucket of garbage falling from the sky when she walked down to the school building.