A series of lowered voices carried through the drizzle—
"Which of the two women is Xi Zuzi?"
"We’ve been looking for Xi Zuzi’s photo for a long time but haven’t found it. However, it’s said she’s a country bumpkin... probably that clumsy one at the back?"
"Fourth Master instructed us that since Xi Zuzi tried to harm our Miss Meng, we need to make her experience the pain of being unable to enter the exam hall right before the college entrance exams!"
"They’re about to cross the street. The best spot to strike would be at the traffic lights!"
A few men, cloaked in black raincoats and holding black umbrellas, exchanged glances and rushed forward together.
Their umbrella handles, glinting with cold light—each hid a knife, ready to be used by opening the handle.
Before the crosswalk, Xi Zuzi stood waiting patiently for the red light to pass.
Xi Rubao bounced along excitedly to catch up.
Suddenly, they saw an old lady nearby, hesitantly probing around with a cane, afraid to move forward...
Xi Rubao immediately dashed over: "Grandma, let me help you cross the street..."
The old lady, shocked, shrank away: "No, no, I don’t have money to give you."
"You need it, you need it. It’s slippery on a rainy day, I’ll hold the umbrella for you, it’s free..."
Xi Rubao, tireless, didn’t forget to "do three good deeds a day" even just minutes before the exam.
Xi Zuzi touched her forehead in amusement.
If anyone could fend off the Grim Reaper by helping an old lady cross the street three hundred times, Little Grass Fish might be the first in history.
Watching Xi Rubao do a good deed, she was smiling.
The smile at Xi Zuzi’s lips vanished entirely!
This time she hadn’t predicted, but saw with her own eyes—the old lady’s umbrella handle swivelled, revealing cold metal, taking advantage of Xi Rubao’s offer to help, it aimed straight at her heart.
Ha, turns out it was a fake old lady.
Xi Zuzi extended a fingertip outside her umbrella to catch a few raindrops, instantly transforming them in her palm into a few rock-solid Water Condensation Beads.
With a flick of her finger, the Water Condensation Beads flew quickly to hit the fake old lady on the head, aimed at the eyes, ears, nose, mouth, and the umbrella.
The umbrella was instantly knocked away, the concealed blade inside dropping out.
The fake old lady clutched at her bruised and swollen fake face, feeling a chill on her scalp—Good heavens, her wig had been knocked off, who? Who exposed him?
Xi Rubao stared blankly at the "old lady" she kindly helped, revealed now as a burly man after losing the wig.
Absurd yet laughable.
"Wah—Sister Zuzi! How come doing good deeds leads to meeting trash... boohoo!"
The sound of "Zuzi" instantly redirected the attacking black raincoat-wearing bodyguards—
"What the heck, the ethereal white-robed woman is actually Xi Zuzi?"
"We were told she was a country bumpkin, so what’s with the composed, dignified demeanor?"
"Cut the crap, take action now!"
The green light had just lit up, and it was the ideal crowded moment on the crosswalk to strike.
A dozen or so bodyguards turned towards Xi Zuzi.
Their sharp knives gleamed ominously.
Xi Zuzi narrowed her eyes but remained motionless.
"That Xi Zuzi must have been scared stiff by us, everyone work efficiently, cripple her and go report back quickly..."
They were confident of victory, with knife tips nearly at Xi Zuzi’s face.
Even though Xi Zuzi hadn’t moved a single finger.
More than thirty students rushed out of Qingcheng High School, unarmed, but each holding an umbrella, charging with unimaginable momentum: "Protect Little Ancestor and Little Grass Fish, quick! Take down this bunch of scoundrels!"
The bodyguards’ faces darkened: "..."
You can’t be serious; they’re professional snipers, afraid of being stopped by a few students?