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Heavenly Imperial Concubine Hall, cafeteria.

Xu Taiping and his group of four sat at the largest table. The food on the table was specially prepared by the kitchen, and was completely different from the buffet that the people sitting next to them ate.

Xu Taiping's phone was on the table, with the screen facing up.

Su Yaozu sat opposite Xu Taiping, eating while looking at his phone.

Bao Ruifeng chatted with Xu Taiping nonchalantly, saying something that didn't really matter.

Li Baohu really wanted to interrupt, but taking into account that his cousin didn't have a good relationship with Xu Taiping, he could only hide his words in his throat.

At that moment, Xu Taiping's phone suddenly lit up, and then it rang as well.

Su Yaozu instinctively looked at Xu Taiping's phone, but when he did so, he saw two words.

Old Mao.

Su Yaozu's eyebrows slightly rose. Then, Xu Taiping picked up his phone and walked to the side.

Old Mao?

Su Yaozu's heart suddenly began to move. There weren't many people with the surname Mao, and the only one he knew with the surname Mao was Mao.

Could it be that this old man was called Shao Ying? If this was really the case, then Xu Taiping would actually put the name of Mao Shao into old Mao. Did this mean that the relationship between the two wasn't simple?

Su Yaozu squinted at the distant Xu Taiping, who was answering the phone. He noticed Xu Taiping had a smile all over his face as he spoke, as if he was chatting with a good friend.

Su Yaozu pondered for a moment, then suddenly picked up his phone and called Mao Shao.

"Sorry, the person you called is currently on the phone."

Su Yaozu's face slightly twitched, then he threw his phone onto the table.

"Alright, I'll definitely be there on time. I'll definitely not leave tonight, haha." As Xu Taiping spoke, he walked towards Su Yaozu. Perhaps it was because the distance between them was getting closer, Su Yaozu could clearly hear his words.

"You're doing really well. Haha, there's an appointment for lunch, and there's even an appointment for massage. It's only three o'clock, is it already time for an appointment for dinner?" Su Yaozu asked in a teasing manner.

"A good friend." Xu Taiping laughed, "I can't push it away, sorry for the trouble."

"Someone please prove that I'm popular." Bao Rui Feng said, "I go home to eat every day. I've had a terrible time. Hahaha."

"Brother Bao, your friend is everywhere in the world. His popularity is much better than mine, would you not invite him?" "Why don't you come with me tonight? We know each other anyway." Xu Taiping said.

"Who is it?" Bao Rui Feng asked.

"He's just a friend. You'll know who he is once you arrive." Xu Taiping said.

"Then forget it." Bao Rui Feng shook his head and said, "I have something to do tonight."

"I'm rather free tonight, can you bring me along?" Su Yaozu suddenly said.

"That's not good, right? That friend of mine is not familiar with you." Xu Taiping said.

"I'm not familiar with them, but in this Jiang Yuan city, there are very few who don't know me. Friends are naturally just friends, don't you think?" Su Yaozu said.

"Hahaha, since Old Su, since you said so, then let's go together. But don't be surprised when we reach our destination." Xu Taiping smiled mysteriously.

"I won't be surprised." The corners of Su Yaozu's mouth slightly curled up as he said, "I think there should be someone who would be more surprised than me."

Jiang Yuan University.

After several hours of brewing, the undercurrent that was surging within Jiang Yuan University suddenly quieted down.

Some of the second generation rich students who had a name in Jiangyuan University collectively spoke out at noon. If anyone dared to sign the letter to the upper echelons of Jiangyuan University, they would be the ones who would be at odds with the second generation rich students.

What was most famous about Jiang Yuan University was not its magnificent school scenery or the quality of its teaching, but the large amount of rich second-generations with power within it.

This university that could almost be called a noble school had countless millions of young masters hidden inside. At the same time, it also had a large number of descendants of noble families.

These people made up about one percent of the students. Don't underestimate this number. There were tens of thousands of people in the school, so this one percent made up hundreds of people.

The collective voice of these several hundred people scared the students among the common folk. Previously, everyone was busy spreading the matter of the signed letter, but now, everyone was cold again.

At this moment, Song Jia stood up.

"Are we giving up on the justice that we hold in our hearts just because some powerful nobles stopped us?" "Think about it, a few hundred years ago on the 4th of May, think about what those university students did back then. At that time, they were facing the threat of death and the guns, but in order to uphold justice in their hearts, they were fearless. Could it be that because of the threats of those rich people who have authority, we are giving up on justice now?" If that is the case, then our justice is too cheap. All the people in the world are born equal, whether they are rich or not. We are the same on the level of life. They only have a few hundred people, but we have tens of thousands of people. Is it because they have money, their family has rights, but we, tens of thousands, can only become lambs? What happened today is not just a matter of Xu Taiping, it is also a matter of us being Chinese university students. We represent the future of China, if we encounter such a small obstacle, then we will cower, then cower, then how can we sacrifice everything for the rise of China in the future? "

They were all ordinary people, and they had already had enough of the bullying of the rich second generation students. Those rich second generation students had long ago become jealous of the heavens, and now, Song Jia's words had thoroughly ignited the conflict between these rich second generation students and the Hanged Silk students.

Everyone began to crazily spread Song Jia's words in all the WeChat groups. These students, who were extremely weak in individual strength, started to join hands.

Initially, it had merely been the students who wanted to keep Xu Taiping. But now, the matter had somehow shifted to the class rivalries within Jiangyuan University.

Those rich second-generation students who tried to suppress ordinary students with their own identity would never have imagined that things would develop in such a direction. The students in this school had accumulated resentment for so many years. These grievances were completely triggered today by Xu Taiping's incident.

Around 4 PM in the afternoon, the various classes' WeChat group had already spread Song Jia's words. Following that, under the lead of some well-meaning people, the furious students rushed out of the class onto the road and into the sports field.

The members of the various associations brought out tables and chairs and lined them up side by side on the sports field. Soon after, a huge piece of paper was thrown onto these tables and chairs.

One by one, the students signed their names on it, and a steady stream of students flooded into the field from all directions.

After all, not everyone was willing to do this for Xu Pingping. However, after those rich second generations of the rich second generations pressured the students of the entire university, the number of students participating in the book movement immediately soared by several times.

Other than those rich second generation students, almost all the other students of Jiangyuan University rushed to the school's sports field.

Many teachers actually knew the whole story, but they did not stop their students because the most important thing in university was freedom, freedom of expression, freedom of learning, and the things a student had to do. Teachers did not have too much authority, as long as they did not break the law, as long as they did not break the law and discipline, and now the students had to resist the authority of the school, which was also a good thing for the teachers. After all, those rich and powerful second generations often caused problems for their jobs.

It was not even 5 PM when Lisfan received the news. He angrily led a large group of people to rush to the sports field.

There were a lot of rich second-generation followers in this group, as well as their henchmen. The total number of them was more than a hundred.

The hundred of people aggressively rushed to the stadium and stood there, not daring to advance any further.

The entire Hell City was densely packed with tens of thousands of people, and each one of these people were in a state of excitement. Some people even shouted slogans such as defeating a rich second generation.

"Young Master Li, what do we do now?!" Someone asked nervously.

"How the f * ck do I know what to do? There are tens of thousands of people here!" Lisfan said with difficulty as he swallowed his saliva.

"Look, one of the Fourth Young Master's, Li Si Fan, is over there!" Someone suddenly discovered Lisfan. He let out a loud shout and rushed over, looking as if he was going to fight with Lesa for his life.

"Everyone, let's go! Catch Lisfan!" The crowd burst into cheers, and soon after, hundreds of people, numbering over a thousand, began to rush towards Liszt.

Lisfan turned around and ran, not even leaving a single word of greeting behind.

Thousands of ordinary students were chasing after the hundreds of rich second-generation students. Those rich second-generation students were like dogs that had lost their homes, their money, their power, at this moment, had completely lost its effect. No one cared about how much wealth they had, what kind of relatives behind them, everything had become meaningless.

These ordinary students who had seen him in the past had finally gained the courage and bravery of a young person at this moment. And in their hearts, the invincible halo of the rich second generation and the powerful second generation also began to crumble little by little. They slowly understood that as long as they were willing to work hard and willing to struggle, they would have the opportunity to surpass those so-called rich second generation and power second generation, and step on under their own feet! Mobile users please browse and read, better reading experience.