"Dear campus security officers, you've misunderstood, they're my friends."

Yang Yiyi gracefully walked over.

"But, they clearly don't look like good people."

One campus security officer said.

"How can you say we don't look like good people? Do our faces have 'bad guy' written on them?"

Zhang Haijun was suddenly furious.

"No, but it's close enough."

A cold voice suddenly sounded, as a middle-aged man strode over.

He was dressed very sharply, exuding a strong scholarly fragrance.

"Principal Zeng, why are you here?"

Yang Yiyi was taken aback; she never imagined that even the principal would be alerted.

"How can I not come? I can't just watch you jump into a sea of hardship," Principal Zeng declared righteously, "Yang Yiyi, don't be afraid and don't let them threaten you. With me, Zeng Wei, here, no hooligan can bully you."

"Principal Zeng, they're not hooligans; they're truly my friends."

Yang Yiyi didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

"You four bastards, threatening a woman? Aren't you afraid of legal consequences?"

Principal Zeng refused to believe it and looked sharply at Zhang Bin and the others.

"I recognize them, those three are the hooligans who harassed Yang Yiyi this morning."

"Yes, yes, I recognize them too; they're the three hooligans. I even hit that fat one with a brick this morning. I didn't imagine they'd come to the school."

The fat one they talked about was naturally Ma Rufei, who, despite using Weight Loss Pills, hadn't gained his previous heft, but his overeating resulted in him being plump again—not as obese as before though.

"Beat them up..."

"..."

Due to the large number of male students there for entertainment, some had chased Ma Rufei and the other three earlier.

Now, however, they recognized them.

"Brother's too bad, flirting again; how many sister-in-laws does he plan to find for me?"

Zhang Lele came over to watch the commotion, naturally recognizing Zhang Bin. Despite his changed appearance and the disguises of Ma Rufei and his silly buddies, their mischievous aura made them stand out like lights in the night—hard for her not to notice.

She wasn't worried about Zhang Bin being wronged; she merely looked at Yang Yiyi with curiosity, internally exclaiming, "This woman is truly beautiful, no less so than the sister-in-laws at home, no wonder she's occupied the top campus beauty spot for so long, and no wonder my brother pursues her."

The three buffoons looked slightly panicked, not afraid of getting beaten, but worried about Zhang Bin's anger.

They genuinely hadn't harassed Yang Yiyi in the morning, merely been trying to chat.

Moreover, they were unaware Yang Yiyi was their senior brother's woman.

They quickly used inner voice transmission to explain.

However, Zhang Bin still used inner voice transmission to sternly reprimand them.

The reprimand left the three buffoons hanging their heads, afraid to utter a single word.

"Students, you've misunderstood; they're not the three hooligans from this morning."

Yang Yiyi sincerely said.

She indeed recognized the three buffoons as those from the morning, but love begets love, since they were under Zhang Bin's charge, they couldn't be bad people, likely the same playful bad eggs as him, and besides, she'd already given them a talking-to that morning, thus she chose to defend them.

"They really don't seem to be the same ones from this morning, their appearances are different."

"Yes, it seems we've indeed mistaken them."

"..."

Some academically elite students with excellent memories took a closer look and started agreeing with Yang Yiyi.

"You four better scram right now, this is a school, not a place for flirting."

Principal Zeng remained skeptical; the four looked far from good people, with their roguish air too pronounced.

Most importantly, he clearly knew Yang Yiyi always kept herself clean and never dated men.

If she went off with these four hooligans, being so beautiful, what decent outcome could she expect?

"Principal Zeng, actually, he's a Master of Calligraphy and Painting. He's taught me painting and calligraphy skills, allowing my talents to soar forward." Yang Yiyi whispered.

"Master of Calligraphy and Painting?"

The students were astonished, then collectively doubled over with laughter.

Even Principal Zeng nearly laughed himself to tears; such a miscreant claimed to be a Master of Calligraphy and Painting? Yang Yiyi must be hinting that they're bad people, probably threatening her with some sinister method, forcing her to leave with them. Have they kidnapped Yang Yiyi's family? Yes, that must be it.

He signaled to the dozen campus security officers.

The campus security officers took the hint and encircled the four tightly, worried they'd escape or harm the principal and Yang Yiyi.

"Old man, enough already, stop causing trouble. How can a dignified Master of Calligraphy and Painting be a bad person?"

Zhang Bin said, unable to contain his amusement.

"If you're a Master of Calligraphy and Painting, then I'm an Immortal Master in Calligraphy and Painting." Principal Zeng replied, "Young man, I suggest you turn yourself in, don't keep making mistakes."

"What case do I have to turn myself in for? Old man, you've got quite the imagination. I'm truly Yiyi's friend, and truly a Master of Calligraphy and Painting." Zhang Bin said, "Have them make way, don't delay my flirting—I mean, meeting a friend. I handle billions in minutes."

"Absolutely a swindler."

"The swindler's tone is truly big."

"If they're good people, I'll write my name backwards."

"Yiyi, my goddess, how can she have friends like these?"

"..."

Many students were discussing fervently.

Angry expressions appeared on their faces.

"Kid, if you can prove you're a painting master, I'll believe you. Otherwise, I can only apprehend you." Principal Zeng said coldly.

"Alright, alright, I'll prove it."

Zhang Bin looked a bit helpless; he could forcibly take Yang Yiyi away, but then they'd definitely call the police and cause a huge sensation.

He had no choice but to prove himself.

"Bring me the paper and ink?"

Principal Zeng sneered.

"I've got ink and paper here."

Zhang Lele retrieved ink, paper, and a painting frame from the Space Ring, calling out.

Everyone cleared a path, letting Zhang Lele in.

"Wow, it's the new freshman, she's stunningly beautiful, as gorgeous as Yang Yiyi."

"Such a pretty little beauty, what's her name?"

"How wonderful, seeing two top beauties today."

"..."

Many male students looked at Zhang Lele with eager eyes, exclaiming excitedly.

Zhang Lele, having consumed the Evergreen Pill and cultivated the Tyrant Gold Celestial Technique, had delicate white skin and a graceful tall figure.

An impeccable beauty.

Zhang Lele teasingly glanced at the slightly embarrassed Zhang Bin, then unfolded the painting frame and laid down the paper.

"This little beauty must know him? Could she be his sister?"

Yang Yiyi saw clearly and mused internally.

"Kid, I suggest you give up, is that a hand for painting and writing? Looks more like a hand for martial arts brawling." Principal Zeng said with disdain.

Zhang Bin's hands were large and slightly coarse, as he practiced martial arts combat regularly.

His skin was also bronze-colored, not the typical look of a scholar.

As for Ma Rufei and the other three, they clearly bore the traits of martial artists.