Transmigrated as the fake young master, I'll beat up the scumbags and b*tches

When Han ShuYi entered the class, he could feel a completely different atmosphere around him.

As Han ShuYi glanced towards HuMing, he was taken aback to see him sitting calmly in his seat. This was a complete turnaround from his wild antics the previous night.

Everyone froze in place as if waiting for HuMing's next move.

But as the morning bell rang, everyone returned to their seats.

Their class, an honors class, was a testament to academic excellence, with everyone boasting impressive grades. However, there was a unique anomaly in this sea of success.

Some turned their head and peek at what HuMing was doing, but the most shocking thing happened!

HuMing was studying!

It was well known that in the past, he would be sleeping right now!

Again, this situation spread throughout the class, and they began speculating whether HuMing had gone crazy.

Of course, someone also suggested a very plausible reason: since HuMing was not the real Young Master of the Han family anymore, he had to pretend to study hard to avoid being kicked out!

The impression of HuMing being a good-for-nothing was unforgettable.

Everyone knew what kind of person he was.

Now that he had plummeted from the clouds to the mountain base, everyone naturally wanted to kick him while he was down.

For a moment, the previously studious atmosphere of the class was instantly engulfed by gossip.

Han ShuYi sat silently on the side, reading his book with his head lowered, the pen in his hand turning slowly.

No one knew what he was thinking.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

The classroom immediately was hushed by the sound of knocking on the door.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the girl standing by the door.

She wore a refreshing school uniform skirt with black stockings covering her long legs and small brown leather shoes, making her look cute and delicate.

A dainty and exquisite watch adorned her slender wrist. The gold strap, the slightly purplish-pink dial, and her translucent white skin complemented each other perfectly.

Under such an alluring exterior, her eyes exuded an icy coldness, keeping everyone at bay.

Ye QiuXue, the Student Council President.

According to HuMing's impression, both of them couldn't get along.

No matter what bad things HuMing did, she would always be there to catch him. According to others, Ye QiuXue was likely HuMing's nemesis.

And under the influence of this president, Hu Ming was disciplined to the core.

It was said that HuMing once wanted to hit the president, but she just stood there, staring at him. In the end, after threatening her, HuMing retreated.

Since then, Ye QiuXue has inspected HuMing's honors class daily, leading to many people despising HuMing.

After all, his antics inconvenienced them all!

"I heard that this should be the honors class, but you people don't seem to have the demeanor of one. Is there anything special that is causing this commotion during morning reading?"

Although her tone was flat, the classroom temperature reached that of a cold winter day.

She scanned the room, and her gaze stopped at HuMing.

Her eyebrows raised slightly, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

HuMing wasn't sleeping!?

Under everyone's scrutiny, she walked directly to HuMing's side. She was even more astonished when she saw what HuMing was doing.

[Did this guy change his way?]

Ye QiuXue narrowed her eyes. She reaches out, trying to lift HuMing's book.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed her wrist and didn't let go.

The other party's hand was firm and very warm.

Some gasped, silently giving Hu Ming a thumbs-up in their heart.

It was already surprising that he could speak to her normally, but now, HuMing dared to grab her wrist!?

Ye QiuXue's eyelids twitched as she tried to withdraw her hand with the least possible movement, but Hu Ming's hand gripped onto hers like a pair of iron tongs.

Then, the two locked eyes.

Hu Ming's gaze remained lazy, but unlike before, he seemed to be scrutinizing her a bit more.

"President, I'm just trying to study. There's no need to disturb me, right?"

 "I just want to see what was written on your desk!"

Ye QiuXue's voice sounded again, and when Hu Ming heard it, he immediately let go of her hand and moved the book aside.

And the words written were fully exposed to her eyes.

Ye QiuXue leaned in closer to HuMing to get a more precise look.

Her black stockings brushed against Hu Ming's elbow, seemingly unintentionally.

She carried a faint scent of mint, making HuMing's heart flutter.

However, soon Ye QiuXue looked up at all the students in the classroom.

Her voice was icy, her demeanor imposing, reminiscent of the guillotine of Louis XVI.

"I didn't expect anyone in this class to engage in bullying! Whoever did it, come forward. Don't make me investigate. If I find out, you'll face disciplinary action from the school!"

In an instant, the classroom plunged into a deep, eerie silence.

Even HuMing was somewhat surprised.

He looked up at the girl in front of him, who, at this moment, seemed to be a deity standing before him.

Even when everyone was hurling stones at him, she took the initiative to speak up for him!

The clock above the blackboard ticked away.

Every second Ye QiuXue spent in the classroom was excruciating; everyone held their breath, afraid to breathe.

And at this moment, Han ShuYi stood up.

He gave Ye QiuXue a gentle smile, which soothed everyone's emotions, much like the sun.

"President Ye, it's difficult to discuss this matter in public. How about having the person involved apologize to Hu Ming after class? Is that okay?"

His words reassured those lurking in the shadows, and they couldn't help but feel fonder of him.

Ye QiuXue's cold gaze remained fixed on him, her armband conspicuous in the sunlight.

"Are you the one who instigated this?"

"...Of course not, but I can..."

"Then why are you standing up? I want the person involved. What does it have to do with you?"

Han ShuYi's smile froze. He didn't expect this outcome.

"Haha..."

HuMing laughed in contrast to the room's mood, covering his mouth while his shoulders shook.

It was so satisfying to see Han ShuYi being humiliated.

He didn't expect the president to be so fair and just. It almost made him applaud.

"What are you laughing at? Come out!"

Her cold voice reprimanded, and HuMing, who was still laughing, suddenly became dumbfounded.

She reached out, grabbed HuMing's clothes, and pulled him out.

But just as they were leaving, she said.

"Don't say I didn't give you a chance. If no one comes to me after the morning reading, I will definitely get to the bottom of this."

...

Being alone with the president was quite interesting to HuMing.

She was standing with her arms crossed, carefully examining him.

And there, HuMing was casually leaning against the railing.

After witnessing this, Ye QiuXue frowned slightly and rebuked him in a low voice,

"Stand properly! Why are you being so frivolous?"

"President, don't you know I'm now a public enemy everyone wants to beat up?"

"Weren't you always a public enemy?" Ye QiuXue's expression remained unchanged.

"... What I'm saying is, I'm no longer the Young Master of the Han family, and I don't have the capital to mess with you anymore." HuMing waved his hand with a calm expression.

"Didn't you see those people even dared to draw on my desk? If you're willing, you can easily find fault with me."

Upon hearing HuMing's words, Ye QiuXue's tightly knit eyebrows gradually relaxed.

She pursed her lips, her face showing a helpless expression.

"Just because of something so boring?"

"Boring?"

"Whether you are the Han family's Young Master or not has nothing to do with me. The person I'm after is HuMing!"

Ye QiuXue's words made HuMing pause. It was the first time he had seen such an upright person.