Damn, the little bitch’s mouth is quite sharp.
Cao Pengfei was about to curse back, but was shocked to find that his senses seemed to have failed. His mouth hung open without making a sound, and the switchblade in his hand, meant to stab Wu Qianman’s neck, couldn’t aim properly.
Instead, it was Wu Qianman who fiercely jabbed it into his heart!
Blood spurted out along the compass.
Cao Pengfei watched in horror as he was dealt a fatal blow by a high school weakling girl he never considered worth his time.
Zuzi, always looking innocent and not saying much, suddenly began talking to the air: "Is something missing? Oh, glass shards?"
Casually, she took a glass pitcher from a boy’s hand and threw it against the jujube tree.
Countless broken glass shards bounced off the jujube tree, viciously stabbing towards Cao Pengfei and Yao Dazhuang.
The longest piece of glass, by some stroke of luck, went straight into the wound on Cao Pengfei’s heart, deep and harsh, with barbed edges!
The little crow was absolutely delighted.
Hehe, the Ancestor’s silencing and immobilization tricks were as fierce as a tiger, creating such an easy environment for Wu Qianman to stab someone. This is like cheating on an exam with the answers provided, it’s just too exhilarating.
Wait, why did the Ancestor go the extra mile to add some glass shards?
It’s not like cooking, where you sprinkle sesame and green onions for decoration, is it?
The little crow suddenly stopped laughing.
Is the Ancestor venting for the boy? Wasn’t it Yao Dazhuang and Cao Pengfei who hit the boy’s car back on Qingcheng Mountain, right?
Ancestor, do you perhaps... have some kind of feelings for the boy?
Zuzi gave the little crow a light glance: "It’s only natural for the Ancestor to protect her own creation."
The little crow: "..." Cough, cough!
Alright, whatever makes you happy!
Cao Pengfei lay on the ground, on the verge of death, his tongue felt like it wasn’t his own, unable to say a word. For the first time in his life, a look of fear appeared on his face.
The vocational school students he brought were even more terrified, they couldn’t even bother to help him, each ran for their life back through the back door.
With their support gone, Yao Dazhuang and the other boys from East Sea Class stared at Wu Qianman with fear. They stood still in the jujube grove, afraid that Wu Qianman might get upset and turn them into human sieves.
Zuzi stepped forward, lightly wiping Wu Qianman’s small hands.
Where she passed, the heavy bloodstains mysteriously disappeared, leaving them a pair of clean hands and a shiny, sharp compass.
"Off to the exam." She said with a faint smile.
As if the miserable boys on the ground were merely worthless scum, not worth mentioning.
Wu Qianman’s excited emotions gradually calmed, obediently following Zuzi along.
As they walked out of the jujube grove.
Zuzi turned back with a slight smile.
Behind a jujube tree, a figure in a school uniform skirt rushed to hide.
Near the classroom door, Wu Qianman stopped, calling out: "Zuzi."
The lazy single syllable, both beautiful and ethereal.
There was no trace of the fierceness she showed earlier when teaching Wu Qianman to fight.
Wu Qianman pressed her lips: "Zuzi, I’m afraid..."
Zuzi: "Afraid of revenge?"
Wu Qianman shook her head: "Afraid you didn’t prepare well. I had prepared some big ancient text questions for you to review, but now there’s no time. Maybe you should take a look at the essay questions I prepared, you might score a few points..."
Zuzi’s lips twitched slightly.
Uh... how little must she love studying that this little girl fought so fiercely and still worried she might not do well on the test?