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

Because HuMing rushed to the scene, quite a few students had gathered in the hallway outside the broadcast room, curious about the commotion.

Amid the crowd, a few teachers squeezed through and entered the broadcast room.

Inside, HuMing glared at the two broadcasters, who wore awkward expressions, unable to offer any explanation.

One of the male broadcasters inwardly thought, What does this have to do with him?

“HuMing, it’s not a big deal. They know they were wrong.” One of the teachers tried to mediate.

 In their eyes, this wasn’t a major issue, and HuMing’s aggressive stance seemed unnecessary.

However, HuMing turned to the two teachers and replied coldly, 

“Not a big deal? I’ve read the rules for the broadcast station. Without the author’s consent, personal submissions are not to be read on air. Despite such clear regulations, they still chose to expose a student’s private work. Isn’t that a display of malice?”

His words were powerful, and even the students watching from outside could hear him clearly.

Many students found themselves agreeing with HuMing's argument. It was clear from his words that someone had deliberately played a mean-spirited prank. After all, who would submit such an immature story to the broadcast station unless it was to mock them?

The teachers were visibly embarrassed, unable to mask their awkwardness.

But then, the female broadcaster muttered under her breath, “Well, it’s her fault for not cleaning it up properly… and writing so poorly…”

Hearing this, HuMing retorted sharply, “By your logic, since your grades aren’t as good as mine, why bother taking exams? Why not just go work in a factory assembling screws? Actually, no—someone like you probably wouldn’t even get hired there.”

HuMing’s words showed no trace of gentlemanly restraint, but to the bystanders, his bluntness was oddly satisfying.

The teachers, realizing they couldn’t outargue him, quickly demanded that the broadcasters apologize.

However, HuMing interjected again.

“You shouldn’t apologize to me. You owe a public apology to Wu Qing! A girl working hard to achieve her dream was ridiculed by you until her efforts were rendered meaningless. I can’t believe the standards for broadcast station members are so low—it completely changes my perception of this school!”Nôv(el)B\\jnn

“HuMing, don’t escalate this to involve the school!” Another teacher snapped, trying to contain the situation.

HuMing’s sharp gaze bore into them. 

“Let me ask you this: as today’s supervising teachers, why is it that I managed to run over from another building before you resolved this, despite your office being just one floor away? And now, when this is clearly about a student’s future, why do you insist on downplaying it? If something happens to Wu Qing tonight because of this, will you take responsibility as teachers?”

His furious expression left the teachers visibly flustered. They exchanged glances, unable to meet his eyes.

Meanwhile, the surrounding students were thrilled—this was an open challenge to authority!

Han ShuYi, who had just arrived, overheard HuMing’s words. A cold smile tugged at his lips. To him, HuMing was overstepping his bounds. Confronting teachers, no matter how capable one might be, was far from rational behavior.

“HuMing, don’t go too far!” Their voice lacked conviction.

“I’ll take this to the principal.”

“Do you think the principal will bother with such a trivial matter?”

“If the principal thinks this approach to education is acceptable, then this school isn’t worth attending,” HuMing retorted, his words sending chills down the teachers’ spines.

Their eyes widened in disbelief. Ever since Ye QiuXue left the school, no one had been able to fill her shoes. They had finally gotten a student like HuMing—if he were to leave, the principal would probably fire them all.

Han ShuYi, standing in the crowd, was already strategizing how to get HuMing to quit on his own.

Suddenly, someone walked past him.

He instinctively called out her name, but she ignored him and walked straight to HuMing’s side.

“I agree with HuMing. If the school doesn’t address this issue clearly, I’ll withdraw as well.” 

This time the students erupted in shock. All eyes turned to the speaker, struggling to believe her words.

The teachers’ faces turned pale. If even she decided to leave, they might as well consider changing careers.

Xia XiaoXi stood beside HuMing, her eyes fixed on the two broadcasters in the distance.

The broadcasters, overwhelmed by the situation, avoided her gaze, unable to come up with an explanation.

Xia XiaoXi continued, her tone calm and steady. “Teaching and nurturing students is a teacher’s responsibility. If you can’t even respect a student’s dream, then I see no reason to stay here.”

Her usual bright smile was gone, replaced by a solemn expression.

The scattered chuckles around the room disappeared entirely after Xia XiaoXi spoke.

While some might resist HuMing’s words, Xia XiaoXi’s statement carried a different weight—it was the influence of a campus idol.

At this point, there was no turning back.

Han ShuYi stepped forward from the crowd. “HuMing, you’ll hear apologies from the students and teachers tomorrow. For now, can you let this matter rest? A crowd like this isn’t good for anyone.”

His words were reasonable, acknowledging the escalation while giving the teachers a way out.

He looked at HuMing with sharp eyes, but HuMing met his gaze without fear.

“President Han, as the student council president, you’re falling far short of expectations,” HuMing said coldly before walking past Han ShuYi without even sparing him a glance.

Han ShuYi’s faint smile froze momentarily, leaving him at a loss for words.

Outside, murmurs about the absent Ye QiuXue grew louder among the students.

“If Ye QiuXue were here, she’d have cut the broadcast within minutes.”

“Didn’t you notice? Han ShuYi’s canceled a lot of the rules Ye QiuXue set up. It seems easier on the surface, but the student council’s gotten way too powerful—it’s so annoying sometimes.”

“Agreed. I think the current student council is even worse.”

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