The Abusive Novel System Pleads with Me to Resign-Chapter 83

Class A, from the teachers to the students, was now silent as a graveyard.

As the class with the strongest overall academic performance in the grade—and the one where those four attended—Class A held an unshakably superior status within the entire school.

Every student carried a certain air of arrogance, and students from other classes usually didn’t dare barge in uninvited. Even when looking for someone, they had to tread carefully.

Yet now, in broad daylight, someone had stormed in and beaten up Zhong Chen.

That was Zhong Chen—the very center of the elite social circle formed by the students and their influential families in the school.

To put it bluntly, these people had grown up—and would one day inherit their family businesses—with the sole purpose of keeping Zhong Chen and his three friends happy.

But Zhong Chen had just been publicly humiliated in front of everyone.

No one knew what would happen next. No one even dared breathe too loudly, afraid of drawing attention.

Zhong Chen pushed away Xiao Yun, who had been supporting him, and wiped the corner of his mouth with his finger.

Seeing blood on his fingertip, he immediately grabbed Shen Ying by the collar of her uniform.

His expression was a mix of disbelief and fury. "What did you just say?"

"You hit me? Do you even know who you're talking to?"

Without hesitation, Shen Ying kneed him in the stomach.

As he doubled over in pain, she grabbed his hair and shook him violently.

Zhong Chen’s face, hidden from view, was utterly stunned. He couldn’t comprehend how this lunatic had dared to strike him a second time.

The other three, seeing the fight reignite, quickly pulled them apart again.

Noticing the dangerous shift in Zhong Chen’s gaze, Xiao Yun and Gong Zhaoxi, who stood on his side, held him back.

"Let it go. You wouldn’t hit a girl, right?"

Xing Jiale, who was restraining Shen Ying, added sharply, "Enough. You’ve crossed the line."

Zhong Chen glared at Shen Ying as if memorizing her face.

A terrifying, aggressive aura rolled off him, yet Shen Ying remained utterly unfazed—no anger, no smugness, no fear, no nervousness.

Finally, Zhong Chen sneered, shaking off Xiao Yun and Gong Zhaoxi’s grip. "You’re going to regret this."

Shen Ying scoffed, completely brushing off the threat.

Instead, she shoved Zhong Chen’s chair under his desk, then picked up the entire set and marched out of the classroom with it.

The three boys hurriedly tried to placate Zhong Chen. "It’s just a desk. Let it go."

In this world, the original host had impressive physical strength—before middle school, she had never lost a fight against boys.

Even so, the desk and chair were heavy. Once outside Class A, she had to set them down and push them back to her own classroom.

Meanwhile, a few bold students had witnessed the entire spectacle from outside Class A and returned to spread the tale with dramatic flair.

By the time Shen Ying wheeled the furniture into her classroom, everyone already knew what she had done.

She shoved the battered desk and chair into a corner at the back of the room and replaced them with the new set.

All eyes locked onto her new desk as if expecting flowers to bloom from it.

Shen Ying grinned at the stunned teacher. "Standing through class isn’t ideal. Luckily, I found a new desk supplier."

"Feel free to grab replacements anytime—no limits, no paperwork. No need to worry, teach."

After her earlier stunt, the entire class was eerily quiet. Students stole glances at Shen Ying, unsure what to expect next. No one dared make a move.

While the students were paralyzed with uncertainty, the adults were not.

As soon as class ended, an announcement blared through the hallway—

"Shen Ying from Class 3-C, report to the principal’s office immediately."

Shen Ying didn’t ignore the summons. She headed straight to the principal’s office.

Inside, several people were already waiting—the principal, the grade director, her homeroom teacher, and two unfamiliar faculty members (likely high-ranking, given the circumstances).

The moment she entered, her homeroom teacher yanked her aside, furious. "What the hell were you thinking last period?"

Before she could answer, the other staff began hurling accusations.

Their anger was laced with barely suppressed panic—clearly, they hadn’t reached a consensus in the past hour.

Finally, the principal cut in. "Everyone, step outside."

Reluctantly, the teachers filed out, shooting Shen Ying venomous looks. To them, she was a walking career disaster.

Once alone, the principal studied the girl in front of him. freёweɓnovel.com

She didn’t fit the "rebellious troublemaker" mold. In fact, her records showed she had been quiet and well-behaved for over two years since enrollment.

That was typical of scholarship students—humble, cautious, painfully aware of the gap between their modest backgrounds and the elite student body.

Yet this same girl had just pulled a stunt the school couldn’t contain.

The principal’s temples throbbed. He was dreading the phone ringing, fearing it would be the Zhong family demanding answers.

In a low voice, he asked, "Do you understand the gravity of what you’ve done?"

Shen Ying nodded. "Yep."

Her lack of remorse shattered his composure. He stood up, shouting, "The hell you do!"

"As a scholarship student, you enjoy top-tier education—tuition-free, meal subsidies, generous scholarships every term. Do you know where that money comes from?"

"It’s funded by Zhong Chen’s family! You’re benefiting from their generosity, building your future on their goodwill!"

"And how do you repay them? By assaulting him in front of the entire class!"

"This is an outrageous act of violence, and you have the nerve to act indifferent?"

(Thankfully, Shen Ying stood far enough to avoid the spray of his spittle.)

Shen Ying shrugged. "Principal, relax. It was just a little scuffle between students. Happens all the time—why single me out?"

"Was there anything particularly bad about this one? No, right? Zhong Chen didn’t even complain."

The principal nearly passed out from rage. "You attacked him in class! Do you think everyone’s blind?"

Shen Ying remained unfazed. "Calling it an ‘attack’ is exaggerating. Shouldn’t the people involved decide if it crossed a line? Did Zhong Chen come to you crying about being hit?"

(Of course Zhong Chen would never admit to such humiliation.)

The principal, a seasoned educator, knew better than to engage in wordplay.

"Go home. Bring your parents tomorrow."

"First, you’ll apologize to Zhong Chen. Further disciplinary action will depend on his response."

Shen Ying refused flatly. "No can do. My parents are busy with their stall. They don’t have time for trivial stuff like this."

She spoke with such nonchalance that the principal almost had the illusion that her parents weren’t street vendors but high-ranking executives of some corporation—too busy and important to bother with their child’s school disputes.

Parents like that were a dime a dozen at this school, but Shen Ying was decidedly not one of them.

The principal rubbed his temples and said calmly, "If your parents refuse to come and resolve this, the school will have no choice but to expel you."

"I’ll emphasize this again—this is a serious, major incident of violence. Don’t think you can get away with it, Shen Ying."

Shen Ying stood up. "Fine, then expel me."

With that, she walked out of the principal’s office before he could even react. "Hey, you—"

Zhong Chen sat on the couch with a dark expression, lost in thought.

This was their private lounge, occupying the entire floor above their classroom, equipped with everything they could possibly want.

Compared to Zhong Chen’s mood, the other three were in much higher spirits.

"If I remember correctly, this is the first time A-Chen’s ever been hit, right?"

"I kinda regret not reacting fast enough to snap a picture of his face," Gong Zhaoxi mimicked Zhong Chen’s stunned expression. "‘She actually hit me? Even my dad’s never hit me.’"

Xing Jiale burst out laughing. "Hahaha, we’ve gotta celebrate tonight—A-Chen’s treat."

Zhong Chen shot them a glare so fierce that they toned it down a little, though they still clinked their glasses together, barely containing their glee.

After a while, Xing Jiale spoke up. "I told you, just let the girl go. You had to push her until she snapped."

"And now? Where’s your dignity? Where’s your pride? Where’s your black card?"

Zhong Chen: "..."

Xiao Yun finally chimed in. "What are you planning to do?"

Before Zhong Chen could answer, he added coolly, "Just don’t make it too messy this time."

Zhong Chen shoved Xing Jiale aside, eyes gleaming. "Don’t worry about it. I’m about to make her regret everything."

They lingered in the lounge a while longer, not bothering to return to class, and headed downstairs to leave for the day.

But in the hallway, they ran into Shen Ying, who had just come back from the principal’s office.

The four of them stopped in their tracks. Zhong Chen sneered. "You’ve got some nerve showing your face here."

Shen Ying shrugged. "Relax, you won’t be getting hit anymore."

Her demeanor was a far cry from her earlier defiance—now she just seemed resigned.

Curious, Xing Jiale asked, "What do you mean?"

Shen Ying replied, "I got expelled. I’m just here to grab my things before I leave."

Zhong Chen frowned, irritated that the school had taken matters into their own hands.

Xiao Yun pressed further. "Expelled this quickly? Did you say something to the principal?"

Given the principal’s usual cowardice, he wouldn’t dare make a unilateral decision involving them.

The earlier announcement over the PA had probably just been pressure from the faculty—not an actual expulsion.

Sure enough, Shen Ying said, "The principal told me to bring my parents in or get expelled. I chose expulsion."

She shook her head. "It’s fine. I don’t really care where I study anyway."

Then, with a slow, unsettling smile, she looked at Zhong Chen. "Though I wonder how the written disciplinary notice will word it—‘Shen Ying is expelled for bullying and assaulting a fellow student’ or ‘Shen Ying is expelled for bullying and assaulting Zhong Chen.’"

Zhong Chen’s expression twisted with every word.

Shen Ying finished with a mocking smirk. "They’ll have to give a proper reason, won’t they?"

Zhong Chen took a deep breath—then turned on his heel and stormed back toward the principal’s office.

Whatever happened in there afterward, Shen Ying didn’t know. But before she could finish packing, her homeroom teacher rushed into the classroom.

"Shen Ying, what are you doing? Sit down," the teacher ordered.

"The principal just informed me that given your good behavior over the past two years and the fact that this is your first offense, he’s willing to be lenient. You’re not being expelled."

"Instead, you’ll write a 10,000-word self-reflection. Due Monday."

Shen Ying couldn’t be bothered to argue. She gave a half-hearted nod, stopped packing, and sat back down.

The moment the teacher left, Zhong Chen and his three friends walked in.

Their entrance caused an immediate stir in Class C, especially among the girls led by Shen Zuola, who flushed with excitement.

Zhong Chen strode straight to Shen Ying’s desk and looked down at her. "You’re not getting expelled. Be grateful."

He couldn’t let her walk away like this—like some kind of victor.

A victim of bullying? Him, Zhong Chen? Even the mere thought of it was intolerable.

Shen Ying smiled. "The teacher already told me. Not having to leave is fine by me."

Zhong Chen scoffed inwardly at her relieved expression. Tough talk, but she was clearly scared.

But the next second—

SMACK!

Another slap landed on his face, the sharp sound echoing through the silent classroom.

Everyone was stunned.

While rumors of Shen Ying’s earlier confrontation in Class A had spread, most hadn’t witnessed it firsthand. Now, seeing it happen right in front of them, no description could match the sheer shock of reality.

Shen Zuola and the other girls looked like they were about to faint.

Zhong Chen’s head snapped to the side, his mind blank.

Third time. Why a third time? How dare she hit him a third time?

After he just saved her from expulsion?

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"From now on, every time a teacher comes after me, I’m blaming you. Every complaint = one beating."

Zhong Chen was so enraged by her twisted logic that he barely had time to react before the other three grabbed him.

"Let it go, man. You can’t hit a girl."

The whole class watched as Zhong Chen was dragged away, while Shen Ying—after striking the school’s untouchable prince three times—remained completely unharmed.

Ignoring the chaos, Shen Ying pulled out her phone and started downloading a mahjong app.

New world, new luck. She was sure her gambling fortunes were about to turn around.

Meanwhile, the three boys hauled Zhong Chen into a car. Only once they were off school grounds did he finally calm down.

"Pfft—" Someone failed to hold back a laugh.

Zhong Chen snapped. "What’s so funny?!"

Xing Jiale coughed. "Nothing. Just allergies."

After a long silence, Xing Jiale couldn’t resist.

With a poorly suppressed grin, he asked, "So this was your grand plan to make her regret it?"

"Get her expulsion revoked just so you could take another beating?"