Zhao Hao was stunned. He lowered his head and squeaked nervously, "I... I don’t know."

"You don’t know?"

Chen Qun pushed Zhao Hao into the wall, "You were the only one in the classroom this morning. Now my money is gone, but you say you don't know. Are you calling me a liar?"

At that moment, the class monitor, Ling Susu, a fair, upright girl with black-framed glasses and short hair arrived.

Ling Susu was known to be fair and had the best reputation in her class, but her facial expression was always too serious, as if she was wearing a mask, so she was not as popular as Qin Xiaomeng.

When they noticed her, all the students immediately went silent. She looked at Zhao Hao and said, "Zhao Hao, we know you are poor, but poverty is not a sin. If you have no money, I can lend you some. But if you stole it, that’s a different matter."

Zhao Hao didn't think even Ling Susu wouldn’t help him.

"I didn't steal it!"

"What? Where's the money, then? Tell me where my money is!" Chen Qun grabbed Zhao Hao by the collar and growled, "If I saw two hundred Yuan lying on the ground, I wouldn’t even bother to pick it up. I just want to know where my money is. Most of the students in our class have lost things and it's you that stole them! I’m going to teach you a lesson today!"

Zhao Hao lowered his head and nervously fiddled with the hem of his shirt, afraid to say anything.

He was extremely self-conscious and timid because of his poverty, so that he was isolated from his peers and had no friends in class. Naturally, there was no one to stand up for him.

The other students began to whisper to each other, their eyes full of contempt.

"I’ve lost some things in class. Just a few days ago, the two apples I brought disappeared from my desk. Who would steal two apples? I think Zhao Hao must have done it."

"I bought a bottle of shampoo yesterday before class and put it on my desk, but after a while, it disappeared. Who would steal a bottle of shampoo in our class? Only Zhao Hao!"

"The things you lost he could still use, but I lost a bottle of rose-colored nail polish. What’s up with that? He's a man, why would he steal a bottle of nail polish? Is he a pervert?" a girl wearing a high fashion outfit whispered.

In an instant, every student began dumping every possible crime that had occurred in their class on Zhao Hao. Unable to bear it anymore, he suddenly roared: "I didn't steal it! I’m poor, but I didn't steal your money! I'd rather... I would rather eat your leftovers than take anything. In PE this morning, I really had a stomach ache and I stayed in the toilet the entire time! I have no idea who stole your money!"

However, Zhao Hao's voice was very weak, and all the students in the class still thought he was the thief. Chen Qun tightly grabbed his arm and declared that he was going to take him to the police.

"That’s enough!"

The students were stunned to see Ye Fei come up behind them.

After what happened in the cafeteria yesterday, Ye Fei became famous in the whole university.

He beat four or five thugs on his own. Even the members of the university’s Taekwondo club could not do that.

Moreover, these students did not know the whole story. They did not know those gangsters had come there for Ye Fei, and that Zhao Hao still had a band-aid on his head because he had just gotten unlucky. They all thought Ye Fei fought the gangsters just to save Zhao Hao.

Now that he had arrived, he would definitely help Zhao Hao.

When Chen Qun saw Ye Fei, he quickly let go of Zhao Hao, albeit reluctantly, and loudly said, "Ye Fei, you think you can just beat up whoever you want? This is a university, not the street! Zhao Hao is a thief, so he should be punished."

Ye Fei glanced at Zhao Hao. He could see that Zhao Hao was scared, but he was telling the truth.

He was not guilty.

Of course, Ye Fei reached this conclusion through his insight and Zhao Hao’s body language, not telepathy. If Zhao Hao were well trained, or had a penchant for acting, he could have tricked Ye Fei, but he did not think this poor student could master the skills required to disguise his body language to that extent.

Ye Fei was sure Zhao Hao was not a thief, so he decided to help him again.

He was not an angel. He just followed his heart. If he wanted to do something, he would do it unscrupulously.

"Of course, a thief should be punished," he said. "But do you have any evidence to prove he is the thief?"

"Evidence?" Chen Qun growled, and paused for a moment while he tried to come up with something. "I have no evidence right now, but I am just stating the facts. Zhao Hao was alone in the classroom during PE this morning. When I came back after class, my money was gone. If he did not steal it, are you saying my money sprouted legs and left on its own?"

Ye Fei glanced at Zhao Hao and found him dejectedly staring down at his shoes.

"Zhao Hao, did you steal his money?" Ye Fei asked. "If not, say so clearly."

Knowing Ye Fei was there to back him up gave Zhao Hao strength. Knowing he was not alone, he confidently declared: "I... I didn't!"

Unfortunately, the students still didn't believe him. Ling Susu twisted her features contemptuously, "Yeah right, who here believes that?"

"I believe him!" Ye Fei said.

Meanwhile, Lin Qingwan had also walked over and looked over her classmates with eyes full of contempt. Finally, she looked to Chen Qun and said, "You lost money, right? You come from a rich family, so why are you so stingy? For two hundred measly Yuan, you want to drag your classmate off to the police! I’ll give you one thousand Yuan if you stop arguing. It's time for class, anyway."