Chapter 174: Want To Test Students’ Reaction On The Voice Recording

Chapter 174: Chapter 174: Want To Test Students’ Reaction On The Voice Recording

There was logically zero paper trail for anyone to trace the incident back to his doorstep.

At least, that was the desperate, fragile lie he kept telling himself.

Meanwhile, across the classrooms, students began guessing the identity of the intended target. A large consensus suspected the targeted superbike belonged to Yin Junjie, given that he possessed an endless list of enemies who intensely despised him. Considering his notoriously hot temper and tyrannical behavior around campus, it was not surprising in the slightest that someone would plot a vicious scheme to ruin his ride and hurt him.

When the rumors finally reached Yin Junjie’s ears, he immediately exploded into a stream of violent curses.

"What the absolute fuck?! Who the hell dares to touch my fucking bike?!" Yin Junjie roared angrily, his voice echoing down the corridor. "If I find out who you pathetic bastards are, I swear I will skin you alive with my bare hands!"

Seeing Yin Junjie radiating a terrifying, murderous aura, the surrounding students shrank back, not daring to make a peep or offer any unnecessary commentary. They were terrified that he might snap and unleash his explosive rage directly onto them instead.

When Yin Junjie finally stomped into the classroom, he immediately noticed Qiao Meixia sitting at her desk, casually chatting with the three heiresses who frequently gathered around her space.

Noticing his aggressive entry, the three girls quickly wrapped up their conversation and retreated to their respective seats.

Yin Junjie then caught Qiao Meixia casually glancing in his direction. She gave him a tiny, almost imperceptible nod as a silent greeting before returning to her usual serene, unbothered posture. He dragged his chair back, slumped into his seat, and stared at his desk.

"Hey... you should probably be a lot more careful, too." Yin Junjie suddenly grunted, turning his head slightly toward Qiao Meixia.

Qiao Meixia tilted her head by a fraction of an inch, silently wondering why on earth Yin Junjie was suddenly offering her unprompted advice.

"You ride a superbike, too. You really ought to do a thorough check on your machine every single time before you take off." Yin Junjie explained gruffly, crossing his arms. "If some coward tampers with your brakes or tires, checking it beforehand might help you catch something unusual so you don’t end up in a fatal crash."

Qiao Meixia instantly realized he was referencing the anonymous audio file she had posted onto the school forum the previous night. So that was why he was bringing it up.

Yin Junjie had obviously heard the disturbing recording and was genuinely concerned that a similar sabotage attempt might be targeted at her. After all, she also rode an expensive superbike to school every day, making her an easy alternative target if those unknown saboteurs decided to carry out their dark plans on another high-end vehicle in the lot.

Qiao Meixia looked at his gruff, surprisingly earnest face with her usual calm gaze.

"Okay." Qiao Meixia replied simply.

Little did Yin Junjie know that Qiao Meixia herself was the actual intended target of that malicious scheme. Naturally, she had zero intention of informing him of that fact.

There was a strategic reason behind her uploading the incriminating audio file anonymously to the school forum. She wanted to deter those students from following through with their plot to sabotage her superbike.

She wanted to see if they possessed the audacity to make another move. If they still dared to press forward, they would have only themselves to blame when she retaliated with ruthless precision. After all, she possessed crystal-clear, high-definition camera footage capturing every single one of their faces.

It would be trivially easy for her to uncover their true identities. Furthermore, if matters actually escalated to that point, she would not settle for merely exposing who they were. She would dismantle their lives and obliterate their reputations beyond repair.

A notification pinged on Qiao Meixia’s phone. It was a message from Erik, confirming that her latest painting had arrived safely at its destination and would be featured in next month’s prestigious auction alongside several other high-profile pieces. She glanced at the update briefly before closing the app without bothering to send a reply.

At that moment, the classroom door swung open as Peng Jian stepped inside, clutching a thick stack of graded papers in his hands.

"Everyone, sit down immediately!" Peng Jian bellowed across the room.

The students who were still lingering around quickly hurried back to their desks. Some had been standing in the aisles gossiping with friends, while others were busy slacking off, but none of them dared to defy Peng Jian’s direct command.

Only after every single student was seated and silent did Peng Jian address the class.

"Do all of you remember the pop quiz I gave you last week?" Peng Jian asked, his gaze sweeping over the room.

A few students nodded reluctantly, while others simply shrugged their shoulders, displaying total indifference to the matter.

"I have finished marking your papers." Peng Jian announced solemnly. He then let out a heavy, bone-deep sigh. "Do any of you actually understand a single thing I have been teaching you all semester?"

When Peng Jian was grading the stack late last night, he had nearly wept from sheer frustration. While most of the students had at least attempted to answer the questions, the vast majority of their responses were wildly incorrect. As for those who had submitted completely blank sheets, he did not even have the heart to bring them up. Especially Yin Junjie and Qiao Meixia.

Qiao Meixia had only jotted down a partial response to the very first question before leaving the remainder of her test paper completely blank.

Peng Jian distinctly recalled Qiao Meixia solving far more complex, advanced equations in the past. The material on last week’s test was not particularly difficult. In fact, every single question covered topics he had repeatedly reviewed during lectures.

Therefore, he refused to believe she lacked the ability to solve them.

In the end, he could only conclude that she simply could not be bothered to exert the effort to complete the paper.

As for Yin Junjie, Peng Jian did not even want to waste his breath on him. That boy had always been a lost cause academically. No matter how many times Peng Jian urged him to take his education seriously, Yin Junjie treated his studies like a complete joke.

"Since you clearly have not absorbed a shred of my lessons, I will be assigning a massive pile of homework today." Peng Jian declared, massaging the bridge of his nose in exhaustion.

The instant those words left his mouth, a wave of dramatic, dissatisfied groans echoed throughout the classroom. Not a single student wanted to spend their precious after-school hours drowned in extra assignments.

"Old Peng, why do you constantly take pleasure in torturing us?!" One of the boys shouted unhappily from the back row.

Peng Jian immediately fixed him with a razor-sharp glare.

"If you don’t want your homework load doubled, then make sure you actually answer the questions properly the next time I hand out a test!" Peng Jian retorted sharply.

The classroom instantly fell silent.

Peng Jian began pacing down the aisles, distributing the graded test papers back to the students one by one.

"I expect every single one of you to re-do this entire test from scratch and submit it as your mandatory homework tomorrow morning." Peng Jian instructed sternly.

Having delivered the ultimatum, he turned around, grabbed a piece of chalk, and launched into his daily lecture.

...

Qiao Meixia was quietly contemplating her upcoming trip to Huishan Country over the weekend. She pulled out her phone and began searching for suitable flight tickets to book her journey. Aside from securing her airfare, she also needed to source appropriate outdoor gear and tactical hiking apparel, as she intended to trek all the way to the summit of Huishan Mountain.

According to the online travel forums she consulted, the high-altitude ascent took roughly four to six hours to reach the peak. Depending on weather conditions and timing, she might even need to camp overnight near the summit. Furthermore, hiring a licensed local guide was an absolute necessity, as she had zero interest in getting lost in the dense, uncharted wilderness.

After weighing the logistics, Qiao Meixia finalized her flight reservations first. With her transport secured, she began screening prospective private guides for the expedition.

She quickly discovered that while there were numerous guides available for hire, the vast majority preferred leading massive tour groups up the trails. That setup was completely unappealing to her. She vastly preferred trekking alongside a minimal headcount. Three to five individuals at most would be ideal.

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