Chapter 17: Oh? Would you like to experience my mighty sinuses as well?

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Su Yifan reached out his hand to her.

Han Qingqing frowned and shot a quick glance at her best friend Su Meng, as if blaming her for not explaining things earlier.

If only she had, perhaps she wouldn't be so awkward now.

After a brief pause, she finally extended her hand to shake Su Yifan's.

"Hello, my name is Han Qingqing. I'm Meng’er’s close friend."

"I know. Meng’er often mentions you," Su Yifan nodded, withdrawing his hand.

"She... often talks about me?" Han Qingqing glanced at her best friend in disbelief, then was filled with warmth and excitement.

Su Meng, who had been quietly amused, was stunned by her brother's words.

What was going on? She didn't recall telling him about Han Qingqing.

But now, faced with her brother's assertion, she could only go along.

"Yes, yes, my brother often asks about things at school, and I just happened to mention you."

Han Qingqing had been somewhat skeptical, but hearing her best friend confirm it, she was utterly convinced.

What surprised her even more was that her dear friend had such a handsome brother!

Su Meng had never mentioned him before.

Han Qingqing, after calming herself, smiled and said, "It's nothing. Meng’er and I are close, it's normal for her to talk about me."

She then turned to Su Meng, giving her a playful wink of thanks.

"Where is your dorm? Let me help Meng’er carry her luggage," Su Yifan asked.

"Oh, just follow us," Han Qingqing replied, pulling Su Meng along as they led the way.

But after only a few steps, they stopped.

"Why did you stop?" Su Yifan asked, seeing them halt.

Before they could answer, he understood.

Three people approached from the front.

Leading them was a well-dressed young man with a dignified appearance, followed by two lackeys.

"What a coincidence, Meng’er, to run into you here," the young man said with a smile as he and his companions drew near.

His name was Zhou Zheng.

He, too, was a student at the school, now in his final year—a senior to Su Meng and Han Qingqing.

"Senior Zhou, is there something you need?" Han Qingqing stepped forward and asked.

Zhou Zheng smiled slightly, "Qingqing, you jest. We were planning to help the freshmen move their things, but we didn’t expect to run into you here."

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"So we thought we'd come over and say hello. I hope you two don't mind," he said.

He had no intention of helping freshmen at all.

He was here because one of his lackeys had seen Su Meng return to campus and immediately reported it to him, leading to their encounter now.

Su Meng stayed silent.

She knew exactly what kind of person Zhou Zheng was: all decorum on the surface, but a beast beneath.

Countless students had suffered at his hands, especially new female students without connections—those with unique looks but no background. Many had been ruined by him.

Rumor had it that several girls had been driven to despair and jumped to their deaths after being victimized by him.

But his family's power was such that the school suppressed these scandals swiftly.

She had no desire to waste words with someone like him.

Han Qingqing seemed to sense her friend's thoughts and spoke up, "Now that we've exchanged greetings, Senior Zhou, please carry on with your business."

She took Su Meng’s hand, intending to walk around them.

But after only a couple of steps, Zhou Zheng’s lackeys blocked their way.

Han Qingqing was instantly furious and demanded, "What is the meaning of this, Senior Zhou?"

Zhou Zheng remained silent.

His lackeys understood, and one spoke, "Our Young Master Zhou would like to invite Miss Su Meng for a milk tea. We hope—"

"Invite your sister!"

Smack!

A sharp slap rang out!

The lackey who suggested the milk tea was sent flying by a slap.

At this moment, Su Yifan walked up, dragging the suitcase behind him.

Han Qingqing looked at Su Yifan, "Was that you?"

"Yes," Su Yifan nodded.

Knowing it was him, Han Qingqing was shocked and excited, "But you were behind us—how did you do it?"

"How did I do it?" Su Yifan began to explain.

"You damn brat, hitting my buddy—I think you’ve lived—ah!"

The other lackey didn’t finish his threat before he was sent flying as well.

He was still in the air when teeth and blood flew from his mouth.

The next moment—

Bang!

He crashed heavily to the ground, groaning in pain.

Had Su Yifan not held back, the two would already be dead.

"Did you see? That’s how it’s done," Su Yifan said indifferently.

Idiots.

If it weren’t for the fact that this was a school and he didn’t want to scare his sister, he would have killed them.

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Han Qingqing covered her mouth, gazing at Su Yifan with newfound admiration.

How could anyone be so handsome?

It was one thing to be good-looking, but to be so capable—he was simply irresistible!

"Stop staring. That's my brother," Su Meng reached out to block Han Qingqing’s view.

But Han Qingqing, now completely captivated by Su Yifan, brushed her friend’s hand aside and kept her eyes fixed on him.

A bold idea suddenly took root in her heart.

Meanwhile, Zhou Zheng stood across from them, watching his lackeys get slapped aside, and was terrified.

But with two girls before him—one being the object of his pursuit—he couldn’t let his fear show.

He swallowed nervously and looked at Su Yifan, "Hey, my friends didn’t offend you, did they? Why did you hurt them?"

"Hurt them?" Su Yifan chuckled, "Sorry, I didn’t hurt people—I hit dogs."

He deliberately slowed his words, making sure Zhou Zheng heard him.

Sure enough, Zhou Zheng gritted his teeth in rage. He had never suffered such humiliation in all his years at school.

Unbelievable!

Before Zhou Zheng could respond, Su Yifan continued, "Also, I’m not your classmate."

"Not my classmate?" Zhou Zheng was confused.

Han Qingqing explained, "He’s Su Meng’s brother, not a student here. He’s just here to bring Su Meng to school."

Su Meng spoke as well, "Brother, don’t bother with them. Let’s go."

"Alright," Su Yifan nodded.

He hadn’t wanted trouble, but if anyone dared bully his sister—

It didn’t matter who they were or what background they had; he had only one response: fight.

If they yielded, fine. If not, he’d kill.

The three were about to leave.

Just then—

"Wait, you can’t go yet," Zhou Zheng rushed forward and blocked their way.

He couldn’t let them leave after they’d beaten his lackeys. What about his dignity?

You have to apologize before you go.

Didn’t he deserve respect?

"Oh? Would you like to try my mighty fist?" Su Yifan raised his brows and spoke calmly.