Chapter 45: Full Support

Chapter 45: Full Support (Revised)

Wang Hu glanced at Shen Fengxing briefly, then suddenly stood up, his expression cold as he swept his gaze across the entire class.

“Well done, Xiaofan. Now that even Brother Hu opposes it, you can’t be so selfish anymore.”

“Yeah, Brother Hu definitely won’t stand by and watch you act so arrogantly.”

Seeing Wang Hu rise, the classmates spoke excitedly. Clearly, Wang Hu was one of the few in the class still capable of somewhat opposing Zhang Xiaofan.

But in the next moment, Wang Hu shouted, “If anyone dares to vote for Su Qianqian’s death, I, Wang Hu, will be the first to cut them down!”

His words stunned everyone, even Zhang Xiaofan was momentarily caught off guard. Was Wang Hu… helping him?

Wang Hu continued, “When Zhu Kai attacked last time, it was thanks to Zhang Xiaofan that I was saved. Without him, our entire class would have been Zhu Kai’s prey, and I would have surely died a miserable death. Honestly, if not for Zhang Xiaofan that time, none of us here would have survived long!”

“But… this time we can get out of the game!” someone argued unwillingly.

“Hmph. People can lie, but do you think ghosts don’t tell ghostly lies? Since the ghosts made us play this game, do you think they’ll just let us go so easily? Don’t be naive,” Wang Hu said disdainfully, shaking his head. “Anyway, I’m putting it out there: whoever votes for Su Qianqian’s death is an enemy of mine.”

With that declaration, Wang Hu had essentially sworn allegiance, firmly standing on Zhang Xiaofan’s side.

Zhang Xiaofan felt a weight lift from his chest and turned his gaze to Zhang Hua.

Zhang Hua was holding Zhou Liping close. She took a drag from her cigarette and looked at Chunying, whose face she had just scratched, saying, “Ugly freak, what do you think?”

“Vote… vote for Su Qianqian’s death…” Chunying said fearfully.

“Slap!” Zhang Hua struck her viciously, causing Zhou Liping to tremble. Zhang Hua scolded, “Coward! I’m hitting the ugly freak. What are you afraid of?”

Then she snarled at Chunying, “Go ahead, try voting for Su Qianqian’s death if you dare!”

Chunying covered her face, too scared to speak. The classmates all looked at Zhang Hua in awe and fear. Zhang Hua was becoming more and more domineering, constantly tormenting Chunying and humiliating Zhou Liping. She wanted everyone to know that although she was ugly, she was strong and absolutely not to be crossed.

“Zhang Hua, what do you mean by this?” Zhang Xiaofan frowned.

Zhang Hua had quite a few junior ruffians hanging around her, so she held a lot of votes.

Zhang Hua smiled brightly. “Brother Xiaofan, life’s good now. I have so many servants to wait on me, and some rich guys to play with. I’m happier than ever. Why would I want to leave the game? Go back to those days when everyone looked down on me?”

Zhang Xiaofan nodded. “I understand.”

Now, only Murong Feng was left.

The classmates all looked toward him. This time, Murong Feng seemed to have finished watching the “Underworld Live Broadcast” and was now reading “The Ultimate Mortal Cultivator” by Jian Wuyun.

Zhang Xiaofan frowned. This guy was always reading novels. Were they really that good?

Noticing the classmates’ gaze, Murong Feng closed his phone. “Isn’t it good if we just keep getting stronger slowly?”

“Murong Feng, what do you mean…” a classmate asked, frowning.

“Simple. I want to get stronger, so I have to earn underworld coins. So I don’t see any need to kill Su Qianqian just to get out of the red envelope group,” Murong Feng shrugged and continued reading.

Hearing this, the classmates showed disappointed expressions. They hadn’t expected Murong Feng to still want to keep playing. With that, no one in the class could challenge Zhang Xiaofan anymore.

“Alright, everyone vote for Su Qianqian to live. If anyone votes randomly, let them learn a lesson,” Hu Xiaotian stood and said.

Jiang Jiewei declared, “I vote for Su Qianqian to live.”

Following the calls from Wang Hu, Zhang Hua, and others, some classmates, pressured by threats, could only vote for Su Qianqian to live.

Seeing some disgruntled classmates, Zhang Xiaofan smirked inwardly. Even he hadn’t expected to gain such wholehearted support from so many classmates this time.

Especially Wang Hu and Murong Feng—their stances surprised him. But no matter their ultimate motives, this crisis was finally over.

Soon, the voting in the group ended. Not a single person voted for Su Qianqian’s death, not even Shen Fengxing dared defy the collective will of the class, though he was quite displeased.

Ding!

Bao Lei: Voting has ended. Su Qianqian lives! The game continues!

It seemed the classmates really enjoyed the game. Keep it up. Tomorrow’s a double rest day, so no need to come to school.

Closing his phone, Zhang Xiaofan was covered in sweat. After returning to his seat, several classmates approached him.

“Brother Xiaofan, tonight I’ll treat you and a few brothers to dinner.”

“Brother Xiaofan, here’s a gold necklace I bought for you. Please accept it.”

“Brother Xiaofan, I want to stick with you from now on.”

Several boys gathered around, flattering him. Zhang Xiaofan looked at the pile of gifts and thought to himself that these people must have prepared them long ago, just waiting for today’s game to bring them out.

He sneered and looked at a few of them. “Weren’t you just the loudest, calling for my woman to be killed?”

A short-haired boy in first year, caught up in the last accident, replied nervously, “Brother Xiaofan, no way, I didn’t say that.”

“Neither did I. By the way, you have to take this gold necklace. It’s a little token from your little brother. Take care of me from now on.”

The few who caught Zhang Xiaofan’s gaze were extremely frightened, afraid he would settle scores later. So one after another, they offered gifts. Those who didn’t brought out excuses, saying they forgot to bring gifts. Fearful of being misunderstood as disrespectful, they all expressed their loyalty.

Zhang Xiaofan waved his hand and accepted all the gifts without hesitation—several gold necklaces, jade bracelets, even bank cards.

“Alright, I’ve accepted everything. Don’t worry, we’re brothers from now on. If you ever get into trouble, just tell me,” Zhang Xiaofan made an empty promise, but the students left happily.

After they dispersed, Zhang Xiaofan called over Zhou Jian, Jiang Jiewei, and Hu Xiaotian and gave them some of the gifts. After several games, Zhang Xiaofan had realized these were his true brothers. Now that he was prosperous, he couldn’t let them feel neglected.

They were all quite pleased after receiving the gifts.

Then Zhang Xiaofan walked to the podium. Now that he had influence, naturally he could wield some power.

As Zhang Xiaofan approached the lectern, the classmates instantly fell silent.

“The ancient poem I found, I believe everyone knows about it. There’s a line mentioning ‘Ghosts in Hundred Flowers Village.’ We’ve investigated for a long time, but we’ve never found where Hundred Flowers Village is. Just now, Murong Feng and I discovered that the village has actually changed its name, which is why we couldn’t find it before,” Zhang Xiaofan said, looking at the classmates.

“So it was renamed.”

“What’s it called now?”