1959Siheyuan, a Turnaround

The moment his feet suddenly left the ground, an intense feeling of weightlessness hit Yang Qiming's heart like a surging tide, followed by overwhelming fear.

His eyes widened as if they were about to pop out, and he stared at the ground, his feet kicking helplessly in the air. He instinctively tried to pry open Li Weiguo's hands that were holding his collar like an iron clamp, but found it was in vain.

He looked up at Li Weiguo, and was surprised to find that the other party's strength was so amazing that he lifted him up high with one hand. In front of him, he was like a powerless chick.

At this moment, Yang Qiming's face turned red, and the veins on his neck bulged, like angry little snakes twisting. His breathing was as rapid as a broken bellows, and every breath was trembling.

He could clearly feel his heart beating like thunder, pounding wildly in his chest. The breath of death had never been so close, making his hair stand on end.

Li Weiguo's stern face showed no trace of mercy. He stared directly at Yang Qiming, the anger in his eyes seemed to be able to burn people, and asked loudly: "Yang Qiming, in broad daylight, what are you doing pulling and tugging? You are punished for plagiarizing, it's your own fault. You don't reflect on yourself, but blame others. Where is your face?"

The sound was like a loud bell, echoing on the campus path, startling a few birds on the branches and attracting the attention of students passing by.

Wang Yong quickly followed, his face full of contempt, and echoed: "That's right, Yang Qiming, can you have some shame? You did something like that yourself, and you blame others? Did we ask you to plagiarize? If you wanted to participate and want to study with us, it's not that we couldn't take you with us."

"When Weiguo was organizing a group discussion, I went to find you and wanted you to join us. But you looked at me with a squint and said you didn't have time and didn't want to tinker with us. What happened? You secretly plagiarized our ideas."

Wang Yong became angrier and angrier as he spoke. He took a step forward and almost poked Yang Qiming's face with his finger. "It's just that there are gods above us. Some things can't be copied just because you want to. Now you've become a rat on the street and everyone wants to beat you up. This is all your own fault."

"And why did you pull Lin Wanqing? Did she provoke you?"

Yang Qiming was deeply hurt by Li Weiguo's words "you deserve it". He was so angry that he gnashed his teeth and shouted, "Reflect? Why should I reflect? We are both competing, but you guys can win the championship. Why should I reflect in public? It's all your fault!"

Spit flew out as he roared, and the bloodshot in his eyes made him look even more ferocious. His body struggled violently in the air, trying to break free from Li Weiguo's control.

A group of classmates had already gathered around. They formed a circle, pointing and whispering.

"Look, Li Weiguo has lifted Yang Qiming up. Now it's time to watch something interesting."

"Yang Qiming deserves it. He thinks plagiarism is justified, and he even dares to harass Lin Wanqing. What on earth does he want to do?"

"That's right. Li Weiguo and his men did the right thing. We should teach him a lesson and let him know the consequences of having bad intentions."

Lin Wanqing stood a few steps away, still in shock. Her hands holding the book were trembling slightly, and her chest was heaving violently.

Now she was both shocked and angry. She stared at Yang Qiming and said, "Yang Qiming, you are going too far! I have always treated you as a classmate, why are you pestering me? You were wrong in the first place for plagiarizing, but not only do you not repent, you also blame others. What do you want!"

When Yang Qiming heard Lin Wanqing's words, a barely perceptible panic flashed across his face.

How could this happen? He just wanted to explain the plagiarism to Wanqing, how did things turn out like this?

It’s all Wang Yong and Li Weiguo’s fault, it’s all their fault, otherwise he would have explained it clearly to Wanqing.

In an instant, his inner panic was overwhelmed by endless resentment.

The next moment, his face was as gloomy as water, and he shouted at Lin Wanqing in a deep voice: "What do I want? I like you, I just want you to think highly of me, but now... it's all ruined!"

In an instant, everyone was shocked by Yang Qiming's words.

What did they hear? Yang Qiming liked Lin Wanqing, and he actually confessed his love to her in public!

Lin Wanqing was also stunned. She knew that she was outstanding in appearance and people often came up to her for no reason, but this was the first time someone called her out as loudly as Yang Qiming did.

Maybe it was because Yang Qiming had just gotten into plagiarism trouble, but when Lin Wanqing heard him confess his love to her, she was not only not happy, but even felt very disgusted.

She subconsciously hid behind Li Weiguo and said with disgust: "Don't talk nonsense, I don't have any feelings towards you, I don't like you at all!"

At this time Li Weiguo snorted coldly, swung his arm violently, and with a bang, he threw Yang Qiming heavily to the ground.

I thought that a man like Yang Qiming wanted to like Lin Wanqing, he was not worthy!

"what!--"

The students who were watching around were shocked by Li Weiguo's actions. Their eyes widened instantly, and some even screamed in surprise.

"Li Weiguo's throwing action is so cool!"

"Li Weiguo is so strong. He just lifted Yang Qiming up easily without any effort at all!"

"For someone like Yang Qiming to want to like Lin Wanqing, he is really like a toad wanting to eat swan meat..."

Yang Qiming lay on the ground in a mess, supporting himself with his hands, breathing heavily, dust covered his clothes and hair, looking extremely miserable.

He slowly raised his head, his facial expression distorted. He had just fallen quite hard, and the pain made him unable to hold back a hiss.

"hiss……"

At the same time, he was shocked that Li Weiguo was so powerful.

He clearly felt the ground shaking from the previous blow.

Li Weiguo stood there like an insurmountable mountain, looking down at the miserable Yang Qiming from a superior attitude.

He bent down slightly and slowly moved his face closer to Yang Qiming. Every word he said seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, full of pressure: "Yang Qiming, take back what you just said right now! Some people are not someone you can easily provoke!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Weiguo straightened up and clapped his hands lightly with an expressionless face. It was as if he was trying to shake off the bad luck he had just acquired when he had come into contact with Yang Qiming.

At this time, Yang Qiming struggled to get up from the cold and hard ground, and frantically slapped his clothes with his hands, trying to brush off the thick dust on his body.

He raised his head and quickly scanned the faces of the people around him with a look full of resentment.

What caught my eyes was the endless contempt, deep disgust and chilling indifference cast at me by my classmates.

"Why? I just want to explain to Lin Wanqing why you treat me like this!"