So she is really his biological sister?
Zhang Zhenhao was so shocked he forgot to keep coughing.
Once he snapped out of it, he looked over at his buddies and saw that they were just as shell-shocked.
It’s over…
Just as Zhang Zhenhao was about to say something, three girls walked up and stood in front of him, towering over him as they looked down like eagles sizing up a chick.
Is the meat tender? Where to bite first? How many pieces can we carve it into?
“You… what are you doing?” he asked nervously.
Jiang Han raised an eyebrow. “I heard you’re pretty arrogant in the junior high division?”
“…Huh?”
“Were you as cocky as I was back in the day?” she muttered while rubbing her noticeably chubby double chin in thought.
Zhang Zhenhao was completely stunned.
“Oh,” Jiang Han seemed to suddenly remember something and leaned down with a smile, her plump cheeks jiggling adorably. “Let me introduce myself. My surname is Jiang. People call me Sister Han.”
Surname Jiang… Sister Han…
“You’re Jiang Han?!” Zhang Zhenhao cried out.
As the newly self-proclaimed boss of junior high, how could he not have heard of Jiang Han?
This female tyrant had been dominating from junior high all the way into senior high, undefeated and unmatched!
Even though she’d graduated from the junior division long ago, tales of her “glorious feats” still echoed across all grades.
Compared to what Zhang Zhenhao had pulled off, she was on a whole different level.
And she just happened to come from a nouveau riche family, filthy rich. Rumor had it they owned properties in nearly every major residential community and shopping mall in Linhuai.
Compensation? Small potatoes.
As long as it didn’t escalate to the school, they could settle anything with cash.
With that kind of backing, Jiang Han bulldozed her way into the senior division and kept dominating—though lately, rumor said she’d “retired” and was now focusing on her studies.
And apparently, doing pretty well.
Her scores had jumped up by two or three hundred points, and her rank had soared by three to five hundred spots.
Why?
Because Sister Han had recognized a top student as her boss.
And that “boss’s boss” was none other than the girl standing right in front of him—Jiang Chenxing’s sister, the legendary figure of First High: Jiang Fuyue!
“Oh? So you do know me?” Jiang Han’s smile didn’t fade.
Zhang Zhenhao was now cold with sweat all over. “He-heard of you…”
“Great. Then this’ll be easy.” Jiang Han raised a hand. “Take him over to the corner for a little chat. It’s too bright here—bad for privacy.”
As soon as she said it, Ge Meng and Liu Sisi moved in, grabbing him by either arm.
Exactly like when Zhang Zhenhao had ordered his buddies to pin down Jiang Chenxing earlier. It was a perfect copy.
“No—I’m not going! Let go of me—” Zhang Zhenhao thrashed wildly, kicking and flailing.
His two best buddies hung their heads, too scared to make a peep, much less help him out.
After all, they’d also heard of Sister Han…
Not someone you can afford to mess with.
So just like that, Zhang Zhenhao was dragged away, howling like a banshee.
Meanwhile, Jiang Chenxing didn’t even spare him a glance, his heart still basking in the joy of being praised by his sister.
Wang Wei swallowed hard, a bit stunned by Jiang Han and the others’ intimidating presence.
But when he saw Jiang Fuyue’s unfazed expression, he oddly felt calm too.
If Senior Sister Jiang is here, she can definitely handle it. What am I even worried about?
“Sister, this is my classmate and deskmate,” Jiang Chenxing suddenly remembered to make introductions. “His name is Wang Wei.”
Jiang Fuyue nodded with a smile. “Classmate Wang, come visit us sometime.”
“Can I?!” His eyes lit up.
“Of course,” Jiang Chenxing added. “Our house is big—we have a garden. And the food’s really good.”
“Awesome!”
Bathed in the golden rays of sunset, the two boys grinned like dorks.
Five minutes later, Jiang Han clapped her hands and strolled out of the corner with Ge Meng and Liu Sisi trailing behind.
Following them was Zhang Zhenhao—head drooped, eyes downcast, looking like a wet, plucked chicken.
