If flowers bloom, youth will naturally follow.

The chubby boy spat twice into his hands, rubbed the dust off his hands and wiped it on Tian Boguang, then returned to his seat expressionlessly, leaving behind a cold sentence: "Tian Boguang, you'll be waiting for your parents to be called."

"Princess, dear princess, I really didn't know you were a girl, please let me go!" This time it wasn't a small matter like pulling a girl's hair, this time it was groping her breasts! Would Old Feng beat him to a pulp? Tian Boguang panicked and pulled a stool to sit next to Little Fatty, begging for mercy.

"Gege, are you really a girl? That can't be right, didn't Tian Boguang see you before..." Linghu Chong, who was sitting in the front seat, was so curious that he turned around to start talking.

"Hehe, Tian Boguang, have you met him?" Little Fatty sneered at Tian Boguang.

“I only saw you use the toilet once… I didn’t look closely, and I can’t lie there and look closely either… It looked like it to me,” Tian Boguang said hesitantly. “It’s also your fault, why would a girl like you use the men’s restroom?”

"It's none of your business," Little Fatty rolled his eyes at him. How would I know why girls go to the men's restroom?

"Oh...hehe, you are...so girls like to watch too..." Tian Boguang suddenly realized, feeling a sense of kinship with the little fat monster, they were kindred spirits.

"Shut up, and don't say it again," the chubby boy said, pretending to be profound.

"Oh, I see. Princess, now I know why you pretended to be a boy. You're so ugly, it must be embarrassing for a girl to be like that," Linghu Chong said.

The chubby boy's face darkened, and he picked up his pen and wrote in his notebook, "Linghu Chong tripped Xia Ziwei with a broom."

Tian Boguang felt relieved, and for the first time, he felt that his seductive post was so friendly: "Hehehe, Gege, I'm going to do my homework. Um, I saw it too, it was the broom that Linghu Chong put there."

Tian Boguang subtly slipped something into Xiao Pang's pocket, then nudged Xiao Pang as he carried his stool back to his desk.

"Damn it, why? Tian Boguang tricked you, what does it have to do with me?" Linghu Chong cried out in injustice.

“I say so,” Little Fatty raised his eyebrows and smiled slyly with his small eyes.

"Hmph," Linghu Chong turned around, pulled a copy of "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer" from his desk, and threw it at him: "Give it back to me tomorrow, I borrowed it from someone else."

“I know this by heart,” the chubby boy said dismissively.

“You definitely haven’t read this one before. It’s a new one by Jin Yong,” Linghu Chong said, putting away the book “The Smiling, Proud Wanderer” and taking out another book, “Nine Yin Nine Yang,” and handing it over. “Read it carefully, don’t break the corners. I haven’t seen this book anywhere else.”

Little Fatty took the book and looked at it. The cover had four big characters: "Jin Yong's New Work." "Hmm, Duan Ziyu? It really is. I haven't read it before. The author has actually started a new book."

Little Fatty was a voracious reader, especially when it came to the new book by his most admired author, Jin Yong. He tore off the death warrant and threw it at Linghu Chong, thus sparing his life.

The whole class felt a chill run down their spines. The feeling of being ensnared by those small eyes surged back into their hearts. They couldn't help but curse Linghu Chong and Tian Boguang, those two scoundrels, for getting involved with that fat pig.

Little Fatty opened the novel, laid his textbook on top as a disguise, and prepared to study hard.

Before studying hard, he reached into his pocket and found ten yuan. Little Fatty was astonished. This Tian Boguang is really rich. I, a rich second-generation, have never had more than five yuan in pocket money.

Little Fatty has made a triumphant return. Although he hasn't reclaimed his position as discipline committee member and is somewhat nominally in power, his authority still lingers, and the discipline in the entire class has improved dramatically.