Classmates want to protect Zuzi’s desk and books.
But the invigilator on the podium is actually siding with Nangong Meng: "If you get up, submit your paper; if you make a move, you’re disrupting the exam. Does your East Sea Class still want to keep its ranking in this exam?"
Damnit, they’re actually threatening them with the rankings, knowing full well how much they care about this mock exam and want to defend their Ancestor’s honor.
"Damn it, I don’t care about the rankings anymore!" Wu Minghao slammed the desk and stood up.
More classmates stood up following him: "Me neither!"
"Messing with Ancestor’s desk is like slapping me in the face, I can’t take it!"
It looked like both sides were about to fight.
Yet suddenly, a bizarre scene unfolded by the window—
Zuzi’s desk had been carried to the windowsill, but strangely, no matter how much force the bodyguards used, the desk wouldn’t fall.
Even more bizarre was that the desk was clearly facing downwards, yet not a single paper fell out.
Isn’t this going against the laws of gravity?
Nangong Meng stomped her foot in frustration: "Throw the chairs!"
Chairs are lighter, they should be able to throw them out, right?
The bodyguard twitched an eyelid: "Miss Meng... this, this chair can’t be moved..."
The seemingly light and ordinary chair wouldn’t budge an inch.
It was... inexplicably eerie!
For the first time in her life, Nangong Meng encountered something she couldn’t handle, she was fuming: "Set fire to these poor freaks’..."
Before she finished speaking.
The classroom door was pushed open again.
A voice arrived before the person.
Qing Qian’s voice was lazy, yet soothing: "Who’s disturbing Ancestor’s friends from learning?"
Zuzi, clad in white, gracefully entered from the door, her glance casually sweeping the window side.
The bodyguards tossing the desk by the window suddenly felt their hearts skip a beat for no reason, their legs went weak, feeling an urge to kneel on the spot!
Everyone in East Sea Class was feeling so wronged.
"Hmm, no need to explain, Ancestor understands." Zuzi stopped everyone, "Finish the test first."
She was as calm as ever, gesturing casually to the bodyguards by the window: "Kids, bring Ancestor’s things back."
The desk was returned intact, everything back in place.
Nangong Meng was stunned; those were her bodyguards, how could they follow someone else’s orders?
Yet, in the next second, she was even more dumbfounded.
Zuzi looked at Nangong Meng’s custom desk and chair nearby, shook her head: "Ugly."
The bodyguards obediently lifted Nangong Meng’s desk and chair and threw them out the window like puppets.
"Bang—!" With a loud crash.
That expensive custom desk and chair are probably shattered to pieces downstairs.
"My piano lacquer desk! That was custom-made by a world-class piano master for me!" Nangong Meng shrieked.
Zuzi glanced at her, resting her chin on her hand: "Kid, the way you try to dress up, is so ugly."
The whole East Sea Class applauded: "Ancestor, you struck the nail on the head!"
No wonder they felt something off about this noble lady earlier.
Every piece was a luxury brand, including the hoodie, baseball cap, skinny pants, and Martin boots, but when combined, it looked strange.
Turns out, this was a carefully dressed "cool" and "rogue" style, not a natural demeanor emanating from her.
Trying to mimic beauty, of course, it’s ugly!
Nangong Meng went mad with rage; her outfit was of course inspired by her idol, one of boss Ma Jia’s styles worn by Gu Shiyin, but couldn’t it be a bit too disgraceful?
She gritted her teeth, ordering the bodyguards.
Zuzi had already sat at her desk, spreading out her paper to answer questions.
Two commands were issued simultaneously.
The bodyguards, without hesitation, obeyed again and carried Nangong Meng out, the classroom quickly regained its peace.
Nangong Meng was shut out and going crazy!
Damn it, how did her bodyguards turn into puppets, and puppets of Zuzi at that!
"Little Ancestor, only one minute left to submit the paper!"
But in one minute, isn’t it too little time to fill in the answer sheet?