Everyone was once again stunned by the formidable combat power displayed by Ma Xiaoyao, questioning if their eyes were deceiving them.
Or perhaps the usually taciturn trash collector possessed such great strength all along, and they had simply failed to notice? Just how deeply had Ma Xiaoyao hidden his capabilities!
The subordinates lying on the ground, however, wore expressions of terror, as if they had seen a ghost. They wondered why they had suddenly become unable to move. Could this Ma Xiaoyao possess some sort of dark sorcery?
Ma Xiaoyao scoffed at the fear on their faces. So they were scared already? It turned out their large physiques were only for show, utterly useless!
Seeing that the situation was not good, Han Zitao turned to flee, but how could Ma Xiaoyao let him off so easily!
"Stop! Did I tell you to move!"
Ma Xiaoyao shouted loudly, but Han Zitao not only didn't stop but ran even faster. Ma Xiaoyao casually picked up a baseball bat and threw it with a flick of his wrist.
"Ouch!"
The baseball bat traced a beautiful arc through the air and struck Han Zitao squarely on the back, causing him to collapse.
Ma Xiaoyao walked towards Han Zitao step by step. Because the aisle was too narrow and the subordinates were lying scattered on the ground, Ma Xiaoyao stepped over their bodies, his demeanor extremely arrogant.
The subordinates were already intimidated by Ma Xiaoyao, so they dared not resist. They could only watch as the increasingly arrogant Ma Xiaoyao walked step by step in front of Han Zitao.
"What else do you want?" Han Zitao looked up at Ma Xiaoyao, speaking through gritted teeth.
Ma Xiaoyao crossed his arms and said casually, "Simple. Kneel down and apologize to me, and I'll let you go!"
Huo!
As soon as these words were uttered, the entire place erupted in an uproar!
"That trash collector must be crazy to dare make such a demand of Young Master Han!"
"He's gotten too big for his boots. Just because he can fight, does that mean he can do whatever he wants?"
"Alas, does he think that being able to fight is all that matters in this society? It's as easy for Young Master Han to crush him as it is to crush an ant!"
The classmates started discussing animatedly.
At this moment, Zhang Lei, the class monitor of Grade 12 Class 9, suddenly stood up and said with righteous indignation, "Ma Xiaoyao, I advise you to stop immediately. This is a school, and bullying classmates is wrong!"
Zhang Lei, relying on his status as class monitor, felt he had the right to reprimand Ma Xiaoyao. His primary objective, of course, was to curry favor with Han Zitao.
However, what he said was… truly shameless. He hadn't uttered a single word when Han Zitao and his group were about to gang up on Ma Xiaoyao.
Ma Xiaoyao naturally scoffed at this clown's attitude, glancing disdainfully at Zhang Lei, a smirk playing on his lips, revealing a look of contempt.
"You…" Ma Xiaoyao's dismissive attitude greatly angered Zhang Lei.
Ma Xiaoyao finally spoke, "What about me? Say one more word, and I'll beat you too!"
Ma Xiaoyao didn't even look directly at Zhang Lei when he said this. After he finished speaking, Zhang Lei's mouth twitched dryly, and he was so cowed that he didn't dare to speak another word.
"You think I'll kneel for you? Don't dream about it!" Han Zitao truly didn't believe this. He couldn't believe Ma Xiaoyao would dare do anything to him.
"Slap!"
Ma Xiaoyao indeed didn't intend to do anything to him, except perhaps deliver a loud slap across his face.
Han Zitao was stunned by the blow, a bright red palm print left on his face.
As the saying goes, don't hit someone in the face, and don't curse their mother.
Han Zitao, a young master accustomed to a life of privilege since childhood, had never been slapped before. Ma Xiaoyao's slap instantly rendered Han Zitao completely dumbfounded.
Anger and humiliation intertwined in his mind, finally turning into tears that welled up in his eyes.
"Not kneeling, huh!" Seeing this, Ma Xiaoyao delivered another slap to Han Zitao's face.
"Slap!"
After a crisp sound, now there was another palm print on Han Zitao's face, symmetrical to the first.
"Waa~"
Unexpectedly, Han Zitao, unable to bear the humiliation, burst into tears in front of everyone.
This scene left everyone speechless, unsure whether to laugh or cry. Who would have thought that such a figure could be made to cry by the trash collector Ma Xiaoyao!
But Ma Xiaoyao would not be soft-hearted just because Han Zitao was crying. He maintained his cold expression and said, "I'll give you three more seconds. Kneel or don't, it's up to you. Three..."
"I'll kneel! I'll kneel!" Han Zitao had completely broken down. He no longer had any sense of shame. As soon as Ma Xiaoyao counted to three, he knelt before Ma Xiaoyao.
"Brother Ma, I know I was wrong. Please spare me this once. I'll never dare again..."
"Hmph, what a useless piece of trash." Ma Xiaoyao cursed, then feeling that his anger had been sufficiently vented, he said coldly, "I don't want to see you anymore. Get out immediately!"
Upon hearing this, Han Zitao felt an immense sense of relief and scrambled out of the door. His subordinates also fled like startled rabbits.
As the dust settled, the classroom returned to a deathly silence, a stark contrast to the noise outside.
Ma Xiaoyao, under the complex gazes of everyone, walked out of the classroom as if nothing had happened.
"Hoo!"
After leaving the classroom, Ma Xiaoyao finally let out a long sigh. This was the first time he had done something like this in his life. He felt a sense of secret satisfaction and a touch of exhilaration.
"It seems this system isn't entirely useless!" Ma Xiaoyao muttered to himself with a grin.
"Master, I don't think she is the right girl for you," a somewhat ethereal yet timid voice entered Ma Xiaoyao's ears.
Ma Xiaoyao looked down and found that the speaker was none other than the Snow Demoness.
Ma Xiaoyao was startled. He hadn't expected the Snow Demoness to be able to speak, which meant she possessed the ability for independent thought, not just combat capabilities like a puppet.
Ma Xiaoyao's great victory just now was entirely thanks to her help, so he naturally wouldn't neglect her. He scratched his head and asked, "Snow Demoness, what do you mean by that?"
"That girl, the amount of time Master's gaze lingered on her, intentionally or unintentionally, was more than the sum of his time spent looking at everyone else."
The Snow Demoness seemed a little shy, lowering her head slightly, not daring to meet Ma Xiaoyao's gaze.
Ma Xiaoyao was greatly embarrassed. He knew who the Snow Demoness was referring to – Zhao Qianjing. But he truly hadn't expected that his careful actions would be noticed by the Snow Demoness.
In reality, he didn't know that the affections between young men and women were all written in their eyes. He might have thought he had fooled the entire world, but he didn't realize his gaze had already betrayed him.