"Aren't you the one who wanted to fire me? What use is there for me to stay here? I'm very busy now, you..."

Before Zhu Bufan could finish his sentence, Ouyang Feiyu hurriedly interjected: "Zhu Bufan, even if I fire you, I have to use up the entire day before I let you go. Otherwise, I'm just wasting my day's salary on you!"

"When did you ever pay me?" Zhu Bufan rudely retorted: "Miss Feiyu, have you ever given me any money?"

"This..." Ouyang Feiyu was at a loss for words, but only for a few seconds before she quickly thought of a response: "You broke the lock of my house this morning, and that lock is worth thousands. Consider it compensation for your day's salary!" "Fine, then I'll just finish out the year for you, and after that, we owe each other nothing!"

After saying that, Zhu Bufan no longer paid any attention to Ouyang Feiyu. Up to now, he had already categorized Ouyang Feiyu as unreasonable—sly, miserly, greedy, making unjustified demands—all kinds of negative labels were plastered on her face. Ouyang Feiyu, this beautiful woman, was seen by Zhu Bufan as a pile of trash.

"Why did you sit down again? Didn't you just promise to write me a 3000-word self-criticism? Hurry up and write it, I'm waiting to check it."

Zhu Bufan was so annoyed by Ouyang Feiyu's remarks that he rolled his eyes. I've been pushed by you to resign, and you had the nerve to drag me back. Now you have the audacity to ask me for a self-criticism, when I haven't even asked you for one. That's outrageous!

Despite thinking that, writing a self-criticism wasn't a big deal for Zhu Bufan. It's just a 3000-word piece of paper, right?

Thinking this, he nodded, took out 100 yuan from his pocket, swaggered over to a goddess sitting at the next table, hands in his pockets, and said with extreme confidence, "Girl, do you know how to write a self-criticism?"

"This..." The girl blushed at Zhu Bufan's question, not knowing how to respond. Damn it, finding someone to write your self-criticism so blatantly, don't you know that being a ghostwriter is an underground industry?

Seeing the girl hesitate, Zhu Bufan did not hesitate to toss the banknote on her desk, boastfully said, "If you can write it, this 100 yuan is yours. If you can't..."

"I can, I can!" The girl quickly spoke up to take the job, fearing the wealthy man might slip away.

Zhu Bufan nodded in satisfaction and earnestly cautioned, "Make sure you deeply and sincerely list out all the mistakes you've made, do you understand? It needs to be profound, profound!"

"Yes, yes, don't worry about it, I will definitely reflect deeply on my..." The girl began to say but suddenly realized something was wrong. When did I ever make a mistake? I'm writing this self-criticism for you!

"I'll definitely write it well, you'll be satisfied," the girl assured, chest puffed out, promising a thorough job.

"Zhang Guanguan, what are you trying to imply!" Ouyang Feiyu couldn't keep her composure anymore, stood up, and was about to blow up when Zhu Bufan immediately turned around to comfort her: "Hey, Feiyu, why are you getting so mad? If Zhu Bufan isn't good, you should take a good rest and try to keep a calm mind. Sit down!"

"You know I'm not good and still intentionally irritate me, wuwu..." Ouyang Feiyu could no longer hold back and covered her face, beginning to sob in pain.

Zhu Bufan went over to comfort Ouyang Feiyu and before he left, he didn't forget to remind Zhang Guanguan to hurry up and write the self-criticism!

This time, Ouyang Feiyu was truly heartbroken, holding her head and crying non-stop until Ouyang Feihuang stepped in to tickle her underarms, finally pulling the girl out of her sobbing state into a laughing fit. Watching from the side, Zhu Bufan was sweating profusely and inwardly felt ashamed.

This Ouyang Feihuang girl is really something, her medical skills are actually superior to mine! She managed to cure Ouyang Feiyu's crying fit?

"Hmph, you brat, all you know is to bully my sister, a big baddie. Scram now, or does this lady have to personally make you leave?" Ouyang Feihuang swung her little fists, signaling Zhu Bufan to get lost.

This girl was unreasonable, but she did indeed have the ability to soothe Ouyang Feiyu from crying. It really was a good choice for Ouyang Feiyu to sit with her. Seeing that Ouyang Feiyu had no intention to ask him to stay, Zhu Bufan decisively left the spot, preparing...

Originally, Zhu Bufan planned to move to the seat Ouyang Feihuang had before, but he quickly changed his mind. Back in elementary school, I, Zhu Bufan, could sit with the prettiest girl in the class thanks to my tough fists and mouth. Now well, I should still hold that privilege!

"Bro, please move aside, this seat is mine now." Zhu Bufan rushed over to the other side of Zhang Guanguan's desk, gesturing for this guy to give up his seat.

"Why should I! I've been sitting here for over a month and never changed places, you..."

"I'm asking you to leave right now, any objections?" Zhu Bufan said while rubbing his hands together, the unspoken message was clear, don't make me resort to force.

"What... what do you want to do? This is a school, not a boxing ring, I don't believe you'll..."

Before the kid could finish his sentence, he was abruptly cut off. Zhu Bufan grabbed him by the collar and lifted him like a chicken.

The guy was so scared his face turned red, not daring to resist. Meanwhile, Zhu Bufan said leisurely, "So, bro, will you move on your own? Or do I need to personally assist you there?"

"What's so great about this seat, I don't fancy it at all. Let go, I can walk by myself. Hmph!" The fellow was stubborn to the end, trying to preserve that tiny bit of face before he left. Whether he had any face left, everyone knew.

Zhu Bufan arrogantly took the seat he had grabbed, not feeling embarrassed in the slightest, but Ouyang Feiyu next to him couldn't help but retort, "Zhu Bufan, don't you bully others just because you can, okay? We're just friends, if you get into trouble I won't cover for you."

Ouyang Feiyu was setting boundaries with Zhu Bufan.

Yet Zhu Bufan insisted on connecting with Ouyang Feiyu, "Little Feiyu, what are you saying? I just helped you by getting rid of Tang Feng with my own hands, everyone saw it. And now, as soon as Tang Feng is gone, you're already turning your back on me, you..."

"Shut up, if you talk nonsense again, I'll tear your stinking mouth apart!" Ouyang Feiyu felt a surge of anger, wishing she could rush over and beat Zhu Bufan to a pulp right there. How is this kid getting more and more annoying?

Ouyang Feiyu clearly couldn't stand him anymore. A real man doesn't fight with a woman, Zhu Bufan didn't bother to stoop to her level. It's rare for him to come back to class today; if he doesn't take this opportunity to make some friends, it would really be a loss.

In this day and age, it's all about connections and relationships. Ouyang Feiyu came to him to be her bodyguard because they had some sort of connection, didn't they? Otherwise, no matter how skillful Zhu Bufan was, Ouyang Feiyu wouldn't have come looking for him at a street stall to be her bodyguard.

Zhang Guanguan was infuriated to see Zhu Bufan pompously kicking out her "almost-boyfriend." While Zhu Bufan bent down to take his seat, she brazenly pulled the chair from under him, planning to play a prank and embarrass Zhu Bufan in public!

Oops!

Zhu Bufan's bottom sank down, only to find the chair beneath him silently pulled away, his facial expression becoming extremely dismayed.

Just as Zhu Bufan was about to fall, Zhang Guanguan couldn't help but want to laugh, but suddenly saw a 'sleazy hand' reaching towards her thigh.

"Smack!" Zhu Bufan's hand slapped heavily on Zhang Guanguan's thigh, the sound incredibly loud! Zhang Guanguan screamed, about to scold Zhu Bufan as a pervert, but he shamelessly spoke first: "That was close, I almost did a faceplant!"

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