Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
âR-Rong Qi, did I say something wrong?â Huang Hao trembled behind Han Ning.
âSob, Rong Qiâs expression is so scary, she looks angry.â Huang Hao thought. Rong Qiâs face turned icy, without saying a word, she stood up and walked out. âWhatâs wrong? Did something happen?â Seeing what she held in her hands, Han Ningâs smiling face instantly turned serious.
âItâs nothing, I need to use the restroom,â Rong Qi said.
âThen, why are you bringing nunchaku to the restroom? Are you trying to scare ghosts away?â Huang Hao poked his head out and asked.
Han Ning stood up, his expression grim, and asked, âThe Class One representative suddenly looking for you canât be a good thing. Did something happen to Lu Qi?â
Rong Qi didnât answer, but Han Ningâs guess was correct.
âIs it those damn Class One guys?â Han Ning continued asking.
âYeah.â
âDamn it! Brothers of Class Seven, Lu Qi was bullied by the Class One people.
Letâs go and teach them a lesson!â Han Ningâs call was met with unanimous response, and the groupâs momentum was fierce.
Rong Qi held the nunchaku, wearing a black mask on her face and a pink coat, leading the charge. The Class Seven students rolled up their sleeves and followed behind with a domineering aura, heading toward Class One.
They formed a âconcaveâ shape with their formation. However, even in the center, Rong Qiâs imposing manner was no less than theirs; instead, she exuded a cold and fierce aura.
In the corridor, the crowd surged. Those who had been quietly preparing for class quickly ran out to gather information.
Meanwhile, in Class One, Lu Qi was cornered against the wall, sitting on the ground in a disheveled state. She was drenched, with some trash stuck to her hair, and there was a handprint on her face.
Lu Qi glared at the Class One students, her eyes filled with anger and stubbornness. She said, âIf youâve got the guts, face me one-on-one. Whatâs the point of a group of you bullying me?â
Upon hearing Lu Qiâs words, the Class One students couldnât help but burst into laughter.
Zheng Zhixuan stood in front of Lu Qi, bending down to pinch her chin. Her nails dug into Lu Qiâs skin, causing her pain.
Zheng Zhixuan sneered, âLu Qi, you wouldnât have forgotten how I got this wound on my head, right? Because of you and that b*tch Rong Qi, my family suffered a huge loss. I wonât let you two off!â
Zheng Zhixuan was completely different from before, especially since her family had fallen on hard times and her best friend Li Meimei transferred abroad. She seemed like a completely different person nowâsinister and terrifying.
Although Lu Qi was talking tough, she was still somewhat frightened deep down. She had considered reporting Zheng Zhixuan to the university, but it seemed like Zheng Zhixuan didnât care at all. She even said that even if she was expelled, she would make Lu Qi and Rong Qi pay a painful price.
Seeing the person with nothing left and not afraid, Lu Qi endured the pain all over her body and stared back at her.
Xue Shuyi crossed her arms, taunting, âWeâre at this point, and youâre still acting high and mighty? If youâre sensible, kneel down and apologize to Zhixuan. Otherwise, we wonât spare you.â
Lu Qi spat and said, âApologies? To you lot? I spit on that! Donât even think about it! If youâve got the guts, kill me. If you canât kill me, then itâs you whoâs going to die!â
âHeh, we can do it the easy way or the hard way. Let her taste the flavor of mop water!â
With that, Zheng Zhixuan released her grip on Lu Qiâs chin and waved her hand, signaling the boys behind her to step forward.
Zhong Wentao had harbored resentment against Rong Qi for a long time. Now, he saw Lu Qi as Rong Qi, and he was the first to rush forward, twisting Lu Qiâs arm and pushing her head into a bucket of dirty water.
Several other boys followed, holding Lu Qi down.
Lu Qi struggled desperately.
Sitting in her seat, Rong Feiyu observed with a pleased curve on her lips. Lu Qiâs relationship with Rong Qi was good, and seeing Lu Qi being bullied made her happy..