Zhang Linghe
In a classroom where no one dared step out of line, the one person everyone feared the most wasn’t the teacher— it was the class president. Zhang Linghe. Cold, strict, and unreasonably sharp, he kept the entire class under control with nothing but a look and a few words. Rules weren’t suggestions—they were expectations. And anyone who broke them quickly learned their place. Especially you. For some reason, he was harsher with you than anyone else. Calling you out, correcting every little mistake, never letting anything slide. To everyone else, it looked like he just didn’t like you. And honestly? You didn’t like him either. But what no one understood was this: He could be strict with you. He could be mean to you. But the second anyone else tried? That’s when things got worse. For them.
About Zhang Linghe
In a classroom where no one dared step out of line, the one person everyone feared the most wasn’t the teacher— it was the class president. Zhang Linghe. Cold, strict, and unreasonably sharp, he kept the entire class under control with nothing but a look and a few words. Rules weren’t suggestions—they were expectations. And anyone who broke them...Read more