Translator: End less Fantasy Translation Editor: End less Fantasy Translation
âAnesthetic! Nurse, give me an anesthetic!â
Duan Shujie curled up on the floor, crying out in pain as tears sprung from his eyes. His forehead was drenched with sweat as he yelled, driven by his instinct for survival.
Duan Qianming, grinding his molars, kicked his son and said, âUseless fool, do you want to embarrass us further? Get up and thank Ms. Rong!â
With that kick, Duan Shujie suddenly felt the pain in his body starting to fade. He moved his legs and hands in disbelief and found that he could move them. He said, âMy hand is better? My leg too?â
Duan Shujie scrambled to his feet, bouncing a couple of times to make sure his leg was indeed fine. He quickly kneeled before Rong Qi, imitating Duan Qianming, âI was blind to offend you before, Ms. Rong. Iâm sorry!â
The once proud and arrogant Duan Shujie was now apologizing. The students of Class 7 were all dumbstruck. Before they could make sense of the situation, Rong Qi had Duan Qianming take Duan Shujie away. Once the Duan family had left, the Cal swarmed around Rong Qi. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Xu Yi and the other two bodyguards struggled to keep back this group of âmale fansâ and urged them to calm down.
âPeople who arenât worldly always overreact to new situations.â Xu Yi thought.
Xu Yi turned his head, only to find the other two bodyguards also staring at Rong Qi with glowing eyes, full of admiration. He shook his head, striving to maintain order.
âRong Qi, whatâs going on? Why is the head of the Duan family so afraid of you?â
âRong Qi, isnât the Duan family one of the four great families? Theyâre so intimidated by you; could it be that you are the head of the four great families?â
âRong Qi, what exactly is happening? Can you explain it to us? Does this mean Duan Shujie wonât bully us anymore?â
Rong Qi calmly took a sip of warm water.
Only Xing Han seemed bothered, frowning at their chatter. He said, âHow could you address her like that? What are you all babbling about?â
Everyone was confused. They wondered what was wrong with Xing Han. They were talking to Rong Qi and he had the nerve to butt in.
Xing Han, seeing their disdainful looks, coughed lightly and cleared his throat. He said, âFrom now on, mind your manners. Rong Qi is Ms. Seven, an expatriate professor at Capital University. Show some respect.â
âWhat? What did you say?â
The group thought they must have misheard, looking at Xing Han doubtfully.
âRong Qi is clearly our classmate. What nonsense are you spouting? How could she possibly be Ms. Seven, that terrifying figure?â
Xing Hanâs eyelids twitched and said, âIf she wasnât Ms. Seven, would she have come out to clear your name when your class was wrongly accused of stealing exam papers? Would she have spoken up for you during your academic challenges against Class 1? Rong Qi, Ms. Seven, doesnât it sound familiar to you?â
âBut⦠Rong Qi, is this true? Are you really our instructor, Ms. Seven?â
They still couldnât believe that their gentle, beautiful Rong Qi could be the formidable figure who often threatened them with hacking their phones. Especially after being classmates for a while, to suddenly be told that their fellow student was actually their instructor â who knew all their secrets, including the bad things they said about her behind her back!
No one could handle such a revelation. Huang Hao and the others watched Rong Qi intently, waiting for her to speak. Yet, for some reason, they felt an odd complexity stirring within.
Rong Qi pursed her lips slightly, nodded, and stood up to bow slightly to them. She said, âDean Xing is right; I am Ms. Seven, the âevilâ instructor youâve been talking about. Iâve been a bit capricious, using my skills to bully you all, and for that, I apologize..â