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"That's right, that's right." Zhang Ming, seeing Hu Yuanji bring up Zhu Hui's various misdeeds, couldn't help but get interested. He decided to spill all the gossip he had heard about Zhu Hui back in school: "I've heard that she's actually very unpopular in her class. Her classmates all dislike her. She always relies on her position as class monitor, using trivial matters to assert her authority, bossing others around and often reporting on classmates to the teachers, stirring up trouble."
Hu Yuanji, noticing that Zhang Ming had joined the crusade against Zhu Hui, couldn't help but laugh more sinisterly. He chimed in with Zhang Ming, "Yes, Liao Chengwei just couldn't stand her arrogant attitude. He confronted her a few times, but unexpectedly, that Dwarf Winter Melon would retaliate by deliberately assigning him to clean the toilets. Can you imagine? With Liao Chengwei's temperament, how could he possibly stoop to such a task? Later on, when she saw that Liao Chengwei wouldn't submit to her tyranny, she got furious and called his home to slander him, claiming he was misbehaving at school. After hearing this, his father kicked him out of the house in anger."
Yang Qianfan despised people who wielded power over others with trivial authority. Listening to the two of them talk like this ignited his anger. He raised his hand and slammed it down on the table in frustration, shouting furiously, "Damn it! There really are such wicked women in this world!"
"Yes, haven't you heard? A woman's heart can be the most poisonous," Zhang Ming sneered.
"What do you want me to do for you? Should I swallow her whole or skin her alive? Just tell me; I will definitely make sure it’s done beautifully," Yang Qianfan said, tossing aside his mahjong tiles and waiting for Hu Yuanji to speak.
Upon hearing this, Hu Yuanji couldn't help but feel secretly pleased; he had finally lured him into the trap. He raised an eyebrow and squinted at him with a sly smile. "I heard something but don't know if it's true."
"What is it?" Yang Qianfan asked in confusion.
"I heard that Stinky Bitch really likes you..."
"Who did you hear that from? Who did you hear that from?" Yang Qianfan interrupted him nervously before he could finish, puffing out his chest and shouting at him with a flushed face and a body tense like a fighting cock ready for battle.
"Don't worry about who I heard it from; just answer me—does that Stinky Bitch have feelings for you?"
Yang Qianfan was caught off guard by this question and suddenly recalled the way Zhu Hui had looked at him on the basketball court last time. He frowned and said, "It's true that she has feelings for me, but..."
"As long as she has feelings for you, that's enough." Hu Yuanji laughed as he patted Yang Qianfan's shoulder, cutting him off. "My plan is simple: I want you to actively pursue her. Once she completely falls for you, we’ll take care of the rest."
"That's out of the question! If Li Lingfei finds out, I'm definitely going to be in big trouble. No way, no way!" Yang Qianfan immediately opposed the terrible idea, refusing to agree to anything.
"How could Li Lingfei possibly find out about our plan? With that wooden-headed brain of hers, do you think it can make a sound unless you hit it?"
"That may be true, but asking me to chase after that Dwarf Winter Melon is practically the same as asking me to kill myself," Yang Qianfan said with a distressed expression.
Seeing him hesitate and drag his feet, Hu Yuanji couldn't help but feel anxious. After thinking for a moment, he decided to use a provoking tactic to spur him on:
"Are you hesitating because you lack confidence in yourself? If you can't catch her, just pretend I never mentioned it."
"What do you mean? You think I can't catch that Dwarf Winter Melon?" Yang Qianfan pointed at himself, his face turning green with anger.
Seeing that he had fallen for the bait and was genuinely angry, Hu Yuanji couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.
"How about we make a bet? If you manage to catch that Dwarf Winter Melon, then you win. I'll return the gaming account from last month that you lost to me and even throw in some extra gear. But if you fail, then you have to give me your Dragon Eight Parts account. Are you willing to take this bet?"
"You are so devious! Last month, you tricked me out of my gaming account, and now you want to swindle my Dragon Eight Parts account too!" Yang Qianfan pointed at him, furious enough to want to slap him dead.
"What do you mean 'swindle'? That's such an ugly word! How could I dare to trick you?" Hu Yuanji squinted his eyes and replied lazily, "If you're afraid of losing, then just forget it!"
"What did you say?"
At that moment, Zhang Ming suddenly interrupted from the side, provoking him further:
"I think you'd better not gamble with him. This guy is notoriously cunning; he's trying to provoke you into making a mistake. You mustn't fall for his tricks; betting against him will only lead to your loss."
"What? Are you afraid I'll lose to him?" Yang Qianfan replied indignantly, clearly not believing in the warning.
"Yes! With your naivety, how could you possibly be his match? If you lose, you'll end up with nothing left to wear," Zhang Ming scoffed, casting a disdainful glance at him.
"You all dare to belittle me? Fine—this time I'm going all in. Knowing there's a tiger in the mountain, I’ll head straight into its den and gamble against you, old fox. Let's see who has the last laugh." Yang Qianfan declared, cracking his knuckles as a fiery determination surged within him. He grabbed Hu Yuanji and said with unyielding confidence, "You better keep your word. If I manage to catch that Dwarf Winter Melon, you must return the monster account I lost to you last month."
"Of course, of course," Hu Yuanji replied with a smile, nodding eagerly. He couldn't help but glance back at Zhang Ming, raising an eyebrow and exchanging a knowing look, celebrating the success of their little scheme.
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