"Fellow students, the president and I are here on official business. Please don't make trouble." Yang Han pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose, his gaze sweeping over Guyen and the other two with a hint of barely concealed annoyance.
"Hello, classmate. Which department do you handle in the Student Union?" Zhao Zhuoyang stepped beside Guyen, greeting him with a gentle smile.
"I'm head of the Living Department, in charge of dorm hygiene and discipline."
"What a coincidence. I'm our dorm's hygiene officer, also here on official business." Zhao Zhuoyang's smile vanished instantly, his tone laced with mockery.
Yang Han's composure clearly faltered; his fair face flushed crimson under the taunt.
Guyen and Jiang Juan simply glared coldly at the others, silent. The standoff held, neither side yielding.
"Who's at the door? Come in." A deep male voice echoed from inside.
Jiang Juan glanced at Guyen, gripped the doorknob, and pushed the door open.
Guyen raised an eyebrow slightly, darted to Jiang Juan's side. A faint lemon scent swirled around his nose.
Wang Hao shifted his gaze from desk documents. Looking up, he saw Jiang Juan and Guyen entering together—a rare sight that startled him.
"What brings you two here?"
"Director, I'm submitting files from the Living and Discipline Inspection Departments." Jiang Juan stepped forward briskly, distancing himself from Guyen, and handed the documents to Wang Hao.
"Thank you for your hard work." Wang Hao nodded, taking the files. Only then did he notice the others trailing behind, now filing into the room.
"Guyen, and you? What's your business?" Wang Hao, in his forties with years in management, fixed a low, oppressive stare on him.
"Director Wang, today I'm here to assert my rights." Guyen's lips curled up as he twirled his phone, radiating boldness.
Jiang Juan studied the boy beside him—flamboyant and unrestrained, like a vibrant leopard poised to pounce and tear out its prey's throat. He was Jiang Juan's complete opposite.
"Assert your rights?" Wang Hao crossed his arms over his chest, chin resting on his hands, staring straight at Guyen.
"Ah, Director Wang, we're quite familiar. I didn't want to trouble you, but they went too far. Guyen even cried." Zhang Ning strode to the desk, brow furrowed, voice heavy with sorrow.
"Look how outrageous this is—blatant cyberbullying, school bullying!" Zhang Ning thrust his phone toward Wang Hao.
The phone hung in the air for five full seconds before Wang Hao took it. He scrolled the screen, his brow tightening gradually.
"President Jiang, you should see this too." Wang Hao set the phone down after a silent pause, turning to Jiang Juan.
"President Jiang, please." Zhang Ning handed the phone to Jiang Juan.
Jiang Juan skimmed the screen quickly, grasping the situation. This could be ignored or escalate to school punishment for the rumor-spreader—entirely up to the administration.
"Guyen, this is the school's oversight. I'll have the post deleted and warn that student. You may leave." Wang Hao spoke low after deliberation.
"Just a warning." Guyen raised an eyebrow, unmoving, echoing the words.
"You're not exactly well-behaved yourself."
"True. Fighting, skipping class—I am restless." Guyen nodded lightly.
"So I always get school bulletin criticisms."
"I accept those—I take responsibility for my actions. But this solution—" Guyen paused briefly.
"I don't accept it." The boy lifted his head slightly, flashing a bright, radiant smile.
