Chapter 72: I Want to Help You Light a Cigarette

Once Yang Tianxing arrived, the atmosphere in the classroom changed immediately.

The male students in the class who were preparing to fight stopped, those trying to break up the fight breathed a sigh of relief, and the students hiding in the corners gradually moved toward the center; the situation began to stabilize.

Those few college students from other schools who had been slapping people thought it was a teacher from the Finance Institute who had arrived, but Yang Tianxing's age didn't look like a teacher's, so they were considering whether to drop a few harsh words to continue posturing.

Unexpectedly, Yang Tianxing didn't say much at all; if he were any slower, the school security guards might arrive, so he pointed at the group standing in the middle breaking up the fight: "All of you move aside. The students in our class have been beaten, and you're still acting like mother-fucking peacemakers?"

Fu Yiming and Liu Lei understood what Yang Tianxing meant; Yang Tianxing was supporting the fight, so they suddenly lost their reservations and, cursing "fuck your mother," charged up again.

The students who had been breaking up the fight were stunned and, after being scolded by Yang Tianxing, didn't dare to intervene anymore; there were only four people on the other side, and they were taken down without putting up much resistance.

"Crack, snap, bang," they didn't know how many punches they took to their faces and bodies in the chaos.

Yang Tianxing just watched coldly from the side, with no intention of joining in.

Before long, the school security guards did indeed arrive, but the door had already been locked by Yang Tianxing in advance.

The security guards knocked loudly on the door outside, but Yang Tianxing pretended not to hear them until he felt those four had been beaten enough, at which point he walked over and opened the door.

"Why did you only open the door now?!"

The security guard asked loudly.

Yang Tianxing shrugged: "It was too noisy inside, I didn't hear you."

The security guard was choked up; he had no proof that Yang Tianxing had actually looked at him indifferently and intentionally refused to open the door.

Desks and books were scattered all over the classroom; four male students had been beaten the worst, with blood on their faces, injuries on their bodies, and torn clothes, and they were huddled in the corner protecting their heads.

The other group of male students were all more or less disheveled, but none were injured.

The security guard gripped a rubber baton: "Everyone who participated in the fight just now, come back with me."

"Wait a moment."

Yang Tianxing blocked the way: "Why are you taking everyone away without asking what happened? We still have class to attend."

The security guard stared at Yang Tianxing: "You want to attend class after fighting? Wait to receive a disciplinary action; you're coming with me too."

After speaking, the security guard reached out to grab Yang Tianxing's clothes, but Yang Tianxing slapped his hand away: "I didn't even lay a hand on anyone, why should I go with you?"

The reason Yang Tianxing didn't join the fight was right here; he wanted to step out to whitewash Fu Yiming and the others, and then pin the blame on those four.

"Not only am I not going with you, but the students in our class won't be going either."

Yang Tianxing pointed at the four people beaten black and blue and said: "These people from outside the school came to the Finance Institute to harass female students, and when they resisted, they were slapped by them. Deng Yidi, come here."

Yang Tianxing called out, and Deng Yidi walked over in tears, the slap mark on her face clearly visible.

"See that? This is a female student from our Finance Institute, and part of your damn salary comes from the tuition she pays."

Yang Tianxing said loudly to the security guard: "Now that she has been beaten by hooligans from outside the school, you are siding with the hooligans; how can we not feel cold-hearted?"

"This..."

Yang Tianxing was a scoundrel with an education; the security guard's logic couldn't keep up at all, especially with the other students in Public Management Class 2 looking at him with shared hatred, so the security guard's momentum wasn't as fierce as before.

Fortunately, the Chief of Security arrived quickly; he listened to the security guard's report while observing the situation around him.

Yang Tianxing changed his approach now; the man at least held the title of Chief, so don't treat a steamed bun as if it isn't food.

"Hello, I am Yang Tianxing, the monitor of Public Management Class 2, as well as the Deputy Minister of the External Liaison Department of the Humanities and Social Sciences Department, a student cadre of the College Youth League Committee Inspection Center, and the person in charge of the College Student Entrepreneurship Base."

Yang Tianxing started by "clack-clack-clack" laying out his status; don't think it was useless, as the Chief of Security saw these titles, each bigger than the last, and his expression toward Yang Tianxing became serious.

"The matter is already very clear: four students from another school drove into the school wanting to molest Finance Institute girls; the 50 pairs of eyes in Public Management Class 2 are the human evidence, and the slap mark on Deng Yidi's face is the physical evidence."

Yang Tianxing coughed: "As for the boys in our class, they were just trying to protect their female classmate."

The number of students watching grew, and the Chief of Security couldn't quite handle it; he first made a phone call to ask for instructions, then said: "The other students of Public Management Class 2 continue with class; we will take these four students from outside the school to the security office to handle it. Additionally, I would like to ask student Yang Tianxing and student Deng Yidi to help assist with the investigation."

Due to the attitude of the small security guard earlier, the students in the class didn't trust them much, but Yang Tianxing waved his hand with a grin, indicating there would be no problem at all.

The Chief of Security was very surprised, thinking to himself that this student monitor had such high prestige.

At this moment, a few more security guards arrived; they hauled the miserable-looking four male students from outside the school downstairs. The ringleader was very unruly and even made a "fuck your mother" mouth gesture at Yang Tianxing.

The security guard scolded: "Behave yourself, you idiot!"

How could Yang Tianxing be willing to take this loss? He intentionally went downstairs a bit later and called out to Fu Yiming: "See that Jetta downstairs? Smash it."

"Will there be trouble?"

Fu Yiming asked with some concern.

In his understanding, fighting might just be a small matter, but smashing a car was a bit more serious.

Yang Tianxing looked at him: "If there's a problem, I'll take responsibility."

Fu Yiming nodded and didn't ask any more.

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The four college students from outside the school had their identities registered in the security office; it turned out they were all students from Chang'an University of Science and Technology, and the one who did the hitting was Deng Yidi's first love.

Yang Tianxing didn't care much about these trivial matters; whether you're a boyfriend or a sugar daddy, it's the same old saying: Public Management Class 2 is under my protection, don't come to the Finance Institute to posture.

The school's handling was quite artistic; if the police were called, both sides might have problems, after all, these four could go get a minor injury assessment, so the school only registered their identity information and gave them a stern warning before preparing to let them leave.

The four idiots returned downstairs only to find their car had been smashed; the windshield and headlights were shattered all over the ground.

The school security guards pretended not to see it and even urged them: "If you don't leave now, we're going to eat lunch, and then you might not be able to leave."

Only then did those few realize that there were "local tyrants" among the students at the Finance Institute; they drove away without a word, not even having the courage to glare.

"Local tyrants" are students with some background, some connections, and the support of their classmates.

Perhaps these things are worthless once they leave school, but in the Finance Institute, if you fight him, you will lose a hundred times out of a hundred.

Yang Tianxing watched the shadow of the Jetta leaving, smiled, and took out a cigarette, just about to light it, when Deng Yidi next to him suddenly snatched the lighter.

"I'll light it for you."

With a "snap," Deng Yidi brought the lit flame to Yang Tianxing's lips.

Yang Tianxing looked at her; the slap mark on her face still hadn't faded, and her nail polish, a deep crimson, was bright and moving.

"Thanks."

Yang Tianxing leaned over to light it, then returned to the 101 Startup Base on his own.

Deng Yidi stood in place for a moment, then quietly tucked Yang Tianxing's lighter into her pocket.