“Huang Jiarui is here! And he brought two people with him, now things will be tough for the Freshman King Lin Zichen. They’re all from the Student Union’s External Relations Department.”

When the three burly young men appeared in front of the teaching building, a buzz immediately rose from the crowd.

Sitting on the grass, Huang Jiamin saw that it was her brother Huang Jiarui and that he’d brought backup and the panic on her face instantly faded by more than half.

With redness swelling at the corners of her eyes, she looked at Huang Jiarui and cried out in an aggrieved voice,

“Brother, I clearly didn’t offend him, yet he came at me without a word to hit me, it’s too much!”

The “him” in her mouth meant Lin Zichen.

Hearing his sister, Huang Jiarui couldn’t help but knit his brows slightly.

Then he looked to Lin Zichen ahead and said with some displeasure, “Lin Zichen, aren’t you getting a bit carried away, do you really think you’re invincible and no one can rein you in?”

One of the helpers said, “Lin Zichen, there’s a Freshman King every year, but you’re the first so blind to others, you’ve offended too many people, be careful walking at night and getting jumped.”

The other helper said as well, “We won’t hold it against you today, but if there’s a next time, don’t blame us for not giving face.”

All three spoke with obvious threats, yet their tones sounded calm enough and not too aggressive.

It was only because Lin Zichen was the strongest Freshman King in school history with a promising future; if it had been anyone else, the three would have already started swinging and wouldn’t have wasted so many words.

“Why are the Student Union people being so easy‑going?”

“Bullying the weak and fearing the strong, obviously; they don’t dare offend the most promising, strongest‑in‑history Freshman King, afraid he’ll grow up and settle scores later.”

“Looks like there won’t be a fight, boring.”

The onlookers whispered, their enthusiasm for the spectacle dimming quite a bit, all thinking there’d definitely be no fight.

Caught between both sides, Shen Qinghan also felt there wouldn’t be a fight.

After a moment’s hesitation, she stopped heading toward Huang Jiamin and chose to return to Lin Zichen’s side.

Just as everyone thought this farce was about to end.

Lin Zichen looked at Shen Qinghan, who was walking back and said something shocking with a calm face, “Hanhan, do it.”

“Do it?”

Shen Qinghan froze for a beat.

But very quickly, seeing Lin Zichen’s composed expression, she answered with just one word, “Okay.”

Right after, she spun around and dashed toward the green belt to go lay into Huang Jiamin.

Seeing that, Huang Jiamin panicked completely and bolted toward Huang Jiarui.

She had heard about Shen Qinghan directly one‑shotting Li Ziqi.

Li Ziqi’s Biological Level was Ordinary Fifth Tier, while hers was only Ordinary Fourth Tier; if she ran into Shen Qinghan she’d definitely get her face swollen, so she had no choice but to run.

Unfortunately, just as she ran out of the grass, she suddenly felt the vitality in her body go chaotic, her limbs go weak and her head spin; with a thud she dropped to her knees.

“Brother!”

With all the strength she had, Huang Jiamin shouted to Huang Jiarui ahead with a throat that was almost numb.

Hearing his sister’s plea, Huang Jiarui’s eyes went cold in an instant.

He drove hard off his calf and his whole body blurred like an afterimage, charging straight at Shen Qinghan, who was about to lay hands on his sister.

At the very moment Huang Jiarui lunged out.

Lin Zichen stirred a thought and instantly released a terrifying Biological Pressure on par with an advanced powerhouse.

Across a distance of more than twenty meters, it poured precisely onto Huang Jiarui.

The next second!

Huang Jiarui, sprinting at high speed, suddenly felt a terrifying pressure descend from above.

Then, with a boom.

Before he could even react to what had happened, he slammed into the ground—face first!

A shocking web of cracks spread out!

At the same time.

Up ahead.

Shen Qinghan had already rushed up to Huang Jiamin and swung her leg in a sweeping kick right at her face.

Another boom sounded.

Huang Jiamin was swept off her feet and crashed to the ground, her left cheek swelling rapidly at a rate visible to the naked eye into a pig’s head.

The injury wasn’t serious, though; it was just swelling, no concussion.

Shen Qinghan was still too kind, only thinking to mete out light punishment, not to harm.

“What’s going on?”

“It’s over?”

“What just happened?”

In just a few seconds, the Huang siblings, who had seemed to have the upper hand, suddenly both collapsed to the ground.

The brother lay prone with his face to the ground, the sister lay on her back face to the sky.

The reversal came so fast that the gawkers on the scene were all dumbfounded, unable for a moment to process what had happened.

“Arui, what’s wrong with you?!”

Huang Jiarui’s two helpers were the first to react; they ran over at once to check on him.

Seeing their friend pinned to the ground and unable to move by an invisible force, the two showed a look of helplessness on their faces and a hint of fear that kept them from acting rashly.

Because they realized that the invisible force pinning Huang Jiarui down was Biological Pressure.

And advanced Biological Pressure at that.

What did that mean?

‘It meant an advanced powerhouse had made a move, that an advanced powerhouse was helping Lin Zichen! No wonder he dared be that cocky! No wonder he could act so fearlessly! So he had someone behind him!’

Thinking of that sent a chill through their hearts and they were also glad they hadn’t rushed in and laid hands on Lin Zichen right away and offended him.

Otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

While the two were imagining all that.

Lin Zichen walked the client over and stopped beside Huang Jiamin, looking down at the bedraggled campus bully lying on the ground and asked, “I hear from the client you took a lot of her clothes and bags?”

“I‑I’m sorry, I’ll go back and bring them back to her in a bit.”

Clutching her swollen left cheek with both hands, Huang Jiamin apologized in a trembling voice.

Seeing she was so sensible, Lin Zichen didn’t make things harder for her.

He turned to the client and said, “The problem’s solved, if she dares bully you again afterward, you can come to me anytime, I’ll give you a twenty percent discount.”

“Mm, thank you, Brother Chen.”

The client said thanks.

Then, very tactfully, she took out her phone and transferred another eleven credits to Lin Zichen.

Lin Zichen glanced at the credits received and didn’t pay them much mind.

He put his phone away, turned to face the surrounding gawkers and raised his voice, “Dear sophomores! If you need a stand‑in, you can ask me anytime, price is negotiable! As long as the target is a student at this school, I can make a move!”

Saying that, he walked up to Li Chuxin and stopped, introducing her to the crowd, “This lovely beauty is my agent, Li Chuxin! You can add her on WeChat and when you need me, contact her!”

After giving himself this high‑profile advertisement.

Seeing there was nothing else, Lin Zichen took Shen Qinghan and left the scene, leaving Li Chuxin to add the potential clients on WeChat.

As for the client, Hu Yingli.

Now that the commission was complete, there was no need to worry about her further.

* * *

That night.

Student Union president’s office.

Huang Jiarui and the others fully recounted to Zhou Xuehong the strange incident of the day and their conjecture.

They said they had been suppressed by the Biological Pressure of an unknown advanced powerhouse and suspected someone was behind Lin Zichen.

After listening, Zhou Xuehong fell into thought.

He felt Huang Jiarui’s guess was reasonable.

For Lin Zichen to dare be so arrogant, there was probably someone backing him.

Which raised the question—who was backing him?

‘Could it be Principal Yuan?’

After a moment’s thought, Zhou Xuehong thought of Yuan Dongzhi.

The day after Lin Zichen announced he would do stand‑ins, the school removed the cap on challenge attempts.

That didn’t look like a coincidence.

It looked like coordination.

‘So… what could be the relationship between Lin Zichen and Principal Yuan?’

Zhou Xuehong couldn’t figure it out.

He thought it over and still couldn’t come up with an answer.

In the end, he said to Huang Jiarui and the others, “It’s best if everyone avoids Lin Zichen for a while, let’s watch and wait to see what’s going on. If you happen to get into a conflict with him, you can give him a verbal warning and see how he reacts. In short, try to avoid fighting him.”

* * *

At the same time.

Administration Building.

The principal’s office.

Ma Zhenhe went to see Yuan Dongzhi and reported on Lin Zichen’s recent situation.

He probed, “Principal Yuan, Lin Zichen’s started this stand‑in service recently and it’s thrown the inner campus into chaos, was this your idea?”

“No.”

Yuan Dongzhi denied it.

Then she took a sip of warm tea and said coolly, “But to be fair, I rather like what Lin Zichen’s doing; the students on campus have long been suppressed by the Student Union, the class solidification has lasted too long and it’s not conducive to the school’s long‑term development; I think it’s time to break the deadlock.”