Downstairs.

Huang Zewen had just raised his hand, ready to teach Wei Jiang a lesson.

Unexpectedly, he heard Su Yehao's voice and looked up.

Sure enough, it was him!

He saw Su Yehao holding a digital camcorder, filming with a smile on his face.

Combining that sentence with the situation, Huang Zewen suddenly felt a chill down his spine, his face instantly turning red. He felt more disgusted than if he had swallowed a fly!

In the classroom, the students also looked over after hearing Su Yehao's words.

The negotiations had long been completed, with only the handover remaining upon expiration in 1999. Of course, they understood what Su Yehao was talking about.

Their expressions were strange, and those with lower laughing points burst out laughing!

Su Yehao's sarcastic tone, and calling him "Little Huang," sounded hilarious to them. In a few words, he had roasted Huang Zewen alive, a true case of killing someone's spirit.

At this critical moment, the news of bullying mainland students would be a bombshell if exposed.

Many students in the class came from wealthy families, with a broader perspective than their peers. They knew how powerful Su Yehao's words were.

At the entrance.

Zhao Yimeng happened to be there as well. She had originally wanted to confront Su Yehao.

Although Su Yehao's mother hadn't explicitly proposed a marriage alliance between the two families during dinner a few days ago, her words had hinted at something, leading Zhao Yimeng's parents to guess and then ask her about her thoughts.

As soon as Zhao Yimeng heard this, she knew it must be that bastard Su Yehao stirring up trouble. So, whenever she had time during her lunch break, she came to make him give up on the idea completely.

Clearly hearing Su Yehao's words, she felt more and more like punching him. Carelessly, Zhao Yimeng couldn't help but laugh.

After laughing, she felt embarrassed.

The anger she had been building up all weekend quickly dissipated. So Zhao Yimeng said to herself, "My condition isn't right. I'll come back next time. He really is a bastard, always bullying others…"

Su Yehao was oblivious to all of this.

Seeing Huang Zewen shifting his attention and glaring at him, he continued,

"Why did you stop? Don't mind me, keep going!"

"The dignified Little Huang, walking around the school like he owns the place, with a father worth billions, doesn't he just beat whoever he wants? I'll film your magnificent appearance and let billions of people in the mainland see how handsome you are. You're like Huang Feihong of the gambling city, Huo Yuanjia of the gambling city, so amazing at beating mainland students. Poor Wei Jiang, with an eighty-year-old mother and a two-year-old sister, has become your stepping stone to fame."

She couldn't listen anymore.

Zhao Yimeng was utterly stunned, but her laughing point wasn't high enough to hold back. She had to hurry away, lest other students notice something was wrong.

Having always held herself to a high standard, she had to maintain her image.

Downstairs.

Huang Zewen's hand was still raised, feeling hot and stinging… a little too hot to handle.

Realizing something, Huang decisively retracted his hand. He wholeheartedly believed that Su Yehao could do something awful like exposing him, since he knew this guy was a scoundrel.

Forcing a smile, he muttered about being able to yield when necessary.

Huang Zewen put his arm around Wei Jiang and shouted, "Haha! What are you saying? I love the mainland the most! In a few months, we'll celebrate Hong Kong's return. To celebrate this grand event, I'm one of the choir members!"

Smiling on the outside, but on the inside…

As for Wei Jiang, he smiled and waved, thanking Su Yehao.

Su Yehao also nodded politely.

Recalling his last conversation with Wei Jiang, he felt that this kid was a little off. Even though he was being bullied by Huang Zewen, he didn't seem particularly afraid.

Then he remembered something… How could Wei Jiang get into this prestigious school?

Basking in the lazy spring sunshine, the question circled in Su Yehao's mind, then he stopped thinking about it. It had nothing to do with him anyway.

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The teachers still looked at Su Yehao with the same old eyes.

Even if he accidentally fell asleep in the afternoon, no one would care. By the time he woke up, the general studies class was over.

Then there was a computer class.

Arriving at the computer lab, he learned from Baoya Jun's teasing that after Su Yehao got into trouble at the end of last year, Su's father donated a hundred of the latest computers to get the school to drop the matter and helped suppress the news, which cost a lot of money.

As for what he did at the time, it was nothing more than sneaking a few peeks into the girls' bathroom, and getting caught by the teacher on the spot.

Many students discussed the matter afterward, but no one was willing to come forward and admit they were the victim, so it quickly faded away.

His expression was strange, and after repeatedly recalling the incident, he vaguely remembered the appearance of a white girl.

A delicate face, big eyes full of confusion, brown hair slightly curly, that slender neck, that smooth shoulder… Su Yehao didn't dare to think too much. This body was too young, with rampant hormone secretion, easily aroused by any little thing.

It was rare to see the Win95 operating system again. The functions were simple, but many things were already available, such as the popular Yahoo browser, which was already installed on the desktop.

The computers in the lab were all connected to the internet. Some students were playing games, while Baoya Jun secretly watched indecent websites. No wonder he found a spot near the edge, his familiarity suggesting it wasn't his first time. He pulled Su Yehao to watch an adapted version of *The Deer and the Cauldron*.

That writing, that description… Su Yehao dared not look too much, for fear of getting a fire.

Instead, he began to think about the booming internet gold rush, searching for information about Yahoo. As for Google, Facebook, and the like, they didn't exist yet.

The old internet companies that Su Yehao remembered, Netease, Sina, and Sohu, also had no information yet, let alone the later Big Three.

Seeing this, he was even less anxious. There would be plenty of opportunities to make a fortune in the future…