Chapter 29: President Yu Fan (1)

Qiao Xi knew there was no escape, nor did she wish to avoid it. She turned to Dan Qiuqiu and said, “You go to the cafeteria first.”

Dan Qiuqiu was about to speak, but Qiao Xi spoke again: “Listen to me.”

“All right.” Dan Qiuqiu glanced at the two boys, but in the end, she did as Qiao Xi said.

The place they were taken to was not the student council office, but the Taekwondo gym—Xu Jia’er had brought her here once before.

Qiao Xi saw Oya. He leaned against the wall; his posture was simple, yet he carried it with an effortless grace.

He didn’t look at Qiao Xi, and not far from him stood a man whose back alone revealed his imposing height and elegant build.

At that moment, the man turned around. His features were striking, almost sculpted, his handsomeness undeniable. Dressed in a black suit, he exuded an unparalleled aura of nobility.

It was Yu Fan.

The moment he received Xu Jia’er’s call, he had rushed over straight from the company, not bothering to change out of his suit.

He was looking at Qiao Xi.

Even from several steps away, Qiao Xi could feel the chill and innate intimidation in his gaze—a sharpness that could not be ignored.

“You’re Qiao Xi?” Yu Fan’s voice was deep, tinged with a note of coldness.

“Yes,” Qiao Xi replied, meeting his gaze calmly.

“Should I praise you? You even dared to strike my cousin.”

“She knows what she’s done,” Qiao Xi said evenly.

“I didn’t!” Xu Jia’er, who had been clutching her face, finally spoke up, her voice full of grievance, eyes brimming with tears, looking heartbreakingly pitiful. “She hit me for no reason.”

“Is that so?” Qiao Xi sneered.

“It is! Do you have any proof?” Xu Jia’er, though she’d admitted it before Qiao Xi, was now well aware Qiao Xi had no evidence—otherwise, there would’ve been no need to set up Zhou Ruidan to talk.

“I don’t,” Qiao Xi admitted, looking at Xu Jia’er. “But you know what you’ve done.”

“So, you hit someone without proof,” Yu Fan interjected.

“And?” Qiao Xi’s gaze shifted to him, her tone indifferent.

“What do you think?” A cold, hard smile touched Yu Fan’s lips.

“I’m curious to see how the president of the student council plans to abuse his power for personal gain today,” Qiao Xi said, looking straight at Yu Fan.

His cold eyes narrowed, chilling to the core, but Qiao Xi’s gaze did not waver in the slightest.

“Right or wrong, there must be a resolution,” Yu Fan said, meeting Qiao Xi’s eyes, his own ice-cold and sharp. “Qiao Xi of Fengyang High—I’ve long wanted to see what you can do. I’ve heard your record was once one against twenty. What about one against thirty?”

Qiao Xi frowned, just slightly.

It was true enough, but back then, her opponents were inexperienced and uncoordinated, which made it easy to handle. Now, they could handpick their challengers—and thirty was a daunting number.

Yu Fan caught the subtle change in her expression, his thin lips curving upward in a smile that somehow made him seem even colder.

“Don’t worry. We won’t make you fight all of them at once. One-on-one. If you defeat them all, you’re free to go. Do you accept?”

Qiao Xi considered for only a second before replying, “Agreed.”

“I appreciate straightforward people,” Yu Fan said, an almost imperceptible, wicked smile flickering across his lips.

Oya, who had been leaning quietly against the wall, let the faintest hint of a smile curl his lips. Throughout, he never once looked at Qiao Xi.

“Go get them,” Yu Fan ordered the boys who had brought Qiao Xi.

“Yes, President,” they replied, their deference bordering on servility.

A few minutes later, the once quiet Taekwondo gym was suddenly alive with excitement. As word spread, those eager to test their skills against the legendary Qiao Xi from Fengyang High—and many more who came simply to watch—began to gather.