Transmigrated as the fake young master, I'll beat up the scumbags and b*tches

Han ShuYi’s cold gaze locked onto HuMing. It felt as if he were confronting Han HuMing for a moment.

But deep down, he knew Han HuMing couldn’t have survived such a high fall off the cliff, let alone still be alive. Besides, subsequent events had already proven that this wasn’t Han HuMing.

Yet, the boy in front of him was undeniably detestable.

"HuMing, I hope you can keep this confidence in the future."

"Han ShuYi, I’ll take everything you have now and make it mine."

Han ShuYi was about to leave, but those words stopped him dead in his tracks.

He turned sharply, his fists clenched tight once more.

He had worked tirelessly to gain what he had now, and if anyone dared to take it from him, he would make sure they disappeared from this world.

It didn’t matter whether he was HuMing or Han HuMing!

HuMing could sense that Han ShuYi had genuinely wanted to attack him just moments ago. If not for the surveillance cameras, he might have actually made a move.

HuMing thought it was a pity. He should’ve chosen a more secluded spot to provoke Han ShuYi.

The moment Han ShuYi lost his temper, he would undoubtedly act to teach him a lesson.

Unfortunately, the lingering shred of reason in him held him back, saving him from embarrassing himself.

Stretching lazily, HuMing tossed the red ball in his hand into the trash can.

He understood Han ShuYi would surely make a move against him during the upcoming cultural festival.

As for what he would do, HuMing wasn’t worried in the slightest—he had been prepared for such things long ago.

Turning around, he headed back to the classroom to gather his belongings.

Suddenly, the school’s broadcast system, which usually played music after classes, came alive with the voices of a boy and a girl.

"We’ve received a novel submission from a first-year student, Wu Qing, and I’ll be reading it out now."

Hearing Wu Qing’s name, HuMing froze in place.

He had just read Wu Qing’s novel draft at noon, and back then, she was still painstakingly revising it. Knowing her habit of tearing up unsatisfactory drafts and discarding them, he found it hard to believe she would submit her work to the broadcasting station so quickly.

"My name is Yu Lili. I come from the wealthiest and most influential family in the world. I have a very adorable junior. He comes from a single-parent family, yet he excels academically and is admired by everyone at school."

"One time, he was being bullied outside the school. I single-handedly faced over ten people without breaking a sweat, and he looked at me with admiration in his eyes... Pfft!"

The girl reading the story couldn’t help but laugh mid-sentence.

In the classroom, the students who hadn’t yet left burst into uproarious laughter.

The story was written so immaturely it was downright ridiculous.

"Single-handedly facing over ten people? Who is she, Ip Man?"

"Right? It doesn’t even make sense!"

"This Wu Qing person is really brave to submit something like this to the broadcasting station!"

As the mocking laughter filled the room, HuMing’s face darkened.

He had never seen this story in Wu Qing’s notebook before, but the setting felt oddly familiar.

Suddenly, he remembered Wu Qing’s habit: she would always tear up her unsatisfactory drafts and throw them into the trash. Could someone have picked up her discarded work and submitted it to the broadcasting station?

"Some people really have too much time on their hands!"

His voice was cold as ice. Dropping his backpack, he bolted toward the broadcasting station.

The laughter echoed throughout the campus, amplifying the humiliation.

Not far from the school gate, Xia XiaoXi paused and turned back toward the school in confusion.

Her driver, puzzled by her sudden stop, asked

"Miss, is something wrong?"

"Did you hear the voice from the broadcast just now?"

"Oh, you mean that hilarious novel reading? I can’t believe that Wu Qing student would submit such a poorly written story. It’s almost laughable."

The driver chuckled, finding the incident amusing. But his laughter quickly faded when he noticed Xia XiaoXi’s expressionless face staring at him.

"What’s funny?"

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The driver felt his heart skip a beat. It was the first time he had seen such an expression on Xia XiaoXi’s face—calm like the ocean before a storm.

"Someone had the courage to share their dreams. Do you really think it’s something to laugh at? You’re a relative of the butler, so I’ve been lenient, but on this matter, I hope you’ll adopt my perspective."

With that, Xia XiaoXi turned and walked away without looking back.

The driver, who was chastised, flushed red with embarrassment. It felt like a harsh slap to the face, leaving him with a burning sensation.

In truth, he wasn’t originally assigned to protect Xia XiaoXi. The Xia family butler, his relative, had pulled some strings and with his somewhat decent skills. This job was his opportunity to earn the Xia family’s favor.

Normally, Xia XiaoXi was easygoing and never got upset.

But today, her reaction scared him, and he dared not test her boundaries again.

Meanwhile, HuMing arrived at the broadcasting station, where Wu Qing was already there!

Her eyes were red, her fists clenched tightly, and the two broadcasters in front looked visibly uneasy.

"Give it back!"

Her voice was steady but trembled slightly as she extended her hand toward them. It was clear her hands were shaking.

Following her gaze, HuMing saw the broadcasters holding a few neatly torn pages filled with writing—they hadn’t even read half of it yet!

"Why are you looking so scary? Fine, take it back."

The girl holding the pages handed them over, only for Wu Qing to snatch them away and tear them to shreds on the spot.

Clutching the scraps tightly, she ran out of the station without looking back.

HuMing turned his icy gaze to the two broadcasters, his cold demeanor making them flinch.

"Do you think this is funny? Do you take pride in humiliating others? And as far as I know, Wu Qing’s novels are always for her own eyes. How did you even get your hands on her draft?"

HuMing’s voice reverberated through the broadcast system, reaching Han ShuYi, who was in the student council office. Stunned, he stood up and looked toward the broadcasting station in the opposite building.

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