Chapter 407: Chapter 369: Indifferent as a Chrysanthemum Mother? The Young Lady Casually Sabotages 9_3
As for the purpose of these words, Su Zhiruan was very clear.
Having traveled through several worlds, her mind had already matured. Her methods of viewing and thinking about situations were different from those of the naive children still in school.
She thought more long-term and saw more aspects of things. She wanted to caution these children not to do pointless things that could hurt others’ hearts and families.
To others, her tone sounded more like a mother’s admonition. They were puzzled, and although they all attended the same school and were even of the same age, there were hardly any who could speak as Su Zhiruan did—practically none.
Su Zhiruan knew that most of these children were like weathercocks. Some didn’t actually want to follow the crowd and bully her; most just wanted to blend into the group so they wouldn’t become targets like her, and to fish in troubled waters by bullying the weak with pretense and affectation.
In fact, they too were weak among their small groups; the weak against the weak, sometimes even they felt a twinge of sympathy.
But what followed was something Su Zhiruan couldn’t manage at the moment; following the original host’s memories, she entered Class 3 of Grade 12.
The original host’s seat was at the last row by the window, next to the trash can and the cleaning corner, with many brooms and a few mops around.
There was only an empty desk next to hers, and she sat close to the window.
Her desk, at first glance, was the most broken and battered in the entire class. While others might sometimes have cluttered desks, at least theirs weren’t damaged and were fairly decent. However, Su Zhiruan’s desk was covered in many insulting words and various abusive languages, including derogatory names like “green tea b****”.
The desk legs were shaky and seemed on the verge of falling apart at any second.
Garbage was piled next to her seat, with a stench wafting up, assaulting her directly.
As she approached, she noticed that even her books and notebooks were scribbled over, and her homework had been torn to shreds. The instigators of all this had been stealthily observing Su Zhiruan, trying to spot signs of tears and sadness on her face. They whispered quietly among themselves, stealing glances in her direction, already prepared to see her cry and wail.
This had always been their behavior, and they had always achieved their desired effect.
But today, for some reason, when they saw Su Zhiruan, they felt she was different from usual. The usual Su Zhiruan, although looking the same, always had eyes full of evasion and timidity, unwilling to speak more than necessary with them, even unwilling to deal with them, always entering the classroom with her eyes downcast, head bowed, and hunched shoulders.
Normally, after seeing her desk and belongings vandalized, she would secretly cry and lay her head down all day, refusing to look up. But today was different. Today, when Su Zhiruan walked into the classroom, she held her head high, looking confident and even sporting a mysterious smile. Her eyes were filled with determination and self-assurance. She rotated her wrist causing a bone-chilling sound and walked with firm steps to her seat. Then, with a look that surveyed all present, her gaze swept over all her classmates.
Maybe it was because her gaze was too sharp, or perhaps the other students felt the guilt of their misdeeds.
So, today’s situation turned around, with Su Zhiruan surveying the class while the other students bowed their heads, too afraid to speak.
“Who did this? Come out.” Su Zhiruan was very calm. She looked up, noticed two surveillance cameras overhead, and felt reassured, “Of course, you can choose to come out or not, for I believe you are not alone. But since you choose to hide, you must be prepared to pay a price. If you continue to hide, then I will check the surveillance. Once I find out, I will never let it go; my Su Family and I will pursue you relentlessly; you all better be careful!”
When everyone heard the words “monitoring” and “relentlessly,” they shuddered slightly, knowing well that most in this class had bullied Su Zhiruan. They had always thought that she would never complain, maybe it wouldn’t matter, but seeing her today, they couldn’t help trembling.
Perhaps out of fear, no one really stood up.
Su Zhiruan raised an eyebrow and scanned the class once more. She tossed her school bag onto another clean chair next to her seat, then, raising her foot—
She kicked her desk, flipping it over. Inside, torn papers, rubbish, insects, leaves, and various disgusting items scattered everywhere, splattering on many people.
Only then could everyone see that Su Zhiruan was indeed different from before!!