Chapter 410: Chapter 370: Indifferent as a Chrysanthemum Mother? The Young Lady Casually Sabotages 10_3
If it was the former type who’d recklessly throw everything away, they generally were quite mad. When they went crazy, they dared to do anything since everyone feared a madman after all. If it was the latter, and she had found a powerful backer making it easy for her to handle these matters, then they would fear offending Su Zhiruan even more. With these two possibilities in mind, not a single voice of protest or question rose from the crowd in the face of the girl’s beating.
“You dare to hit me, you bitch, you dare to hit me?!” The girl covered her face, lost her balance, and fell directly onto the desk beside her. Tears shone in her eyes, and a large red patch spread across her face where Su Zhiruan had slapped her. Crying, she looked to her classmates, hoping for their support, but, unfortunately, after looking around twice, she found no one intervened; everyone was preoccupied with their concerns. No one seemed willing to stand up for her, and a hint of dread started to form in her heart.
These people weren’t without intelligence; since they feared Su Zhiruan , it proved she must have her own capabilities, methods, and family backing.
Even though the girl harbored resentment toward Su Zhiruan, she no longer dared to make negative remarks about her, eventually swallowing her grievances and keeping them bottled up inside.
Su Zhiruan wasn’t about to indulge them, and without waiting for her to respond, she stood in front of another boy.
Another slap was delivered with considerable force, and the boy, not expecting the slim and petite Su Zhiruan to step forward and slap him, was stunned for a moment.
“Let’s leave it at that for today. Giving you a slap is already a light punishment. If I were to bring out the tape and expose what you did to me, I believe everyone on the internet would be shocked by your actions. Weigh your options!”
After Su Zhiruan said this, the room fell silent. Even those who usually backed up their friends hesitated, standing straight and looking at Su Zhiruan.
They were extremely nervous, fearing that they might be the next to receive a slap, but in the end, they noticed that Su Zhiruan had only slapped two of them.
Satisfied, Su Zhiruan looked around and casually pointed to a spot she fancied. The current occupant was one of the boys who had bullied her. Su Zhiruan pointed and said, “I want this spot; any objections?”
The boy, usually disrespectful toward Su Zhiruan, quickly nodded and bowed, “No problem, no problem, I’ll move it for you right now!”
This boy was typically scornful of Su Zhiruan but now switched sides as quickly as grass bends in the wind.
And he helped Su Zhiruan move her desk and belongings.
“If anyone else has objections or grievances, they are welcome to come to me. Naturally, I am no longer who I was before. If you wish to trouble me, you must be prepared to face all consequences,” Su Zhiruan moved to her new spot and issued a threat, “The Su Family’s status might not compare with yours, but you may not know that I love making short videos and posting them online, including big compilations of confrontations. So, go ahead, come at me!”
After this, she pulled out several textbooks from her bag and began studying intently, leaving the students of class 3-1 in disarray, with a boy and girl each nursing a slapped face. Even though today might be their first experience of being hit in many years, they dared not voice their pain or harbor other thoughts, simply grinding their teeth and swallowing their anger, silent.
Thus, today’s chaos finally came to an end. When the bell rang, everyone returned to their original places, and the previously filthy trash-filled corner was surprisingly clean and odorless. The desk and chair at Su Zhiruan’s spot had been replaced with clean, new ones, and her textbooks were the latest editions. No one dared to offend her anymore.
Those people, fearing she might be reminded of their past bullying by seeing her old stuff, hurriedly tried to ingratiate themselves with Su Zhiruan, hoping she would befriend them and forget about those unhappy times.
After class, Su Zhiruan closed her textbooks and took a final look before the next class began. Then she wrote three words on the first page of her book.
She knew he was the child of this plane and currently a doctor at the Traditional Chinese Hospital. She was supposed to meet him this Thursday.
Su Zhiruan felt somewhat excited.