The girl, who was usually all smiles and gentle, now had a dark face and glared at Zu An: "If you dare to utter a single word out of line, I will kill you right now."

People were initially skeptical, but after hearing her words, countless men's hearts were broken.

It's true! Our dream girl is actually having an affair with this shameless man!

Zu An was now somewhat puzzled, because he found that the anger points he had received were only half of what they were before. What was going on? Was Pei Mianman's chest not big enough, or her face not pretty enough?

I thought her grand finale appearance would push the anger points revenue to a higher peak, but why has it been cut in half?

He looked into the crowd, puzzled, and found that many men were no longer looking at him with anger, but with envy and...admiration.

Weisuo, who had been keeping a distance, ran over and grabbed his sleeve tightly: "Big brother, you'll always be my big brother..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was trampled underfoot by others, and a continuous stream of people surged towards him from behind: "Boss, take me as your apprentice."

"Boss, take me in, I have better aptitude."

"I look more like him, I'm sure I can take over the mantle of the gigolo."

"So eager to take over? Master, we can't accept this kind of treacherous and disloyal guy."

...

Zuan couldn't help but sigh, "Life is truly as lonely as snow. Even if the keyboard doesn't collect anger points but worship points, I can still dominate the world."

Pei Mianman, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but twitch her eyelids and her teeth were chattering: "You're pretty smug right now, aren't you?"

Zuan waved his hand: "Let's skip the reminiscing. First, help me beat up these two guys, oh wait, and that traitor over there too."

He pointed to Hong Xingying, who was hiding in the crowd.

Actually, Zu An was also a little uneasy. He didn't know if this woman would help him. If she turned against him instead, he would have no choice but to ask the beautiful headmistress to come out.

Pei Mianman, who had been glaring angrily at Zu An, suddenly smiled gently for some reason: "Okay."

Then he turned to Yuan Wendong, Ye Chenliang, and Hong Xingying and pointed: "Duel, all three of you come at me together."

The three men's expressions changed drastically, and Yuan Wendong hurriedly said, "Miss Pei, we..."

Pei Mianman sneered: "What, weren't you all so arrogant just now? Now that three grown men are beating me, you don't even dare to talk back? Then kneel down and kowtow to Zu'an, and I'll pretend that nothing happened today."

Hong Xingying was furious: "Fine, I'll answer then, who's afraid..." Before he could finish speaking, a dark figure punched him in the stomach, and he was in so much pain that he curled up on the ground like a boiled shrimp, desperately trying to breathe.

Pei Mianman blew on her fist and said coldly, "Not even at the fourth rank, I don't know where you get the courage. It's your turn!"

Yuan Wendong's face turned pale and then red, cursing Hong Xingying as an idiot. He knew that the whole school was watching, and if he chickened out in a three-on-one fight, he would lose face big time: "Pei Mianman, don't push your luck. You should know that I am also a fifth-rank!" After saying that, his hands began to flash with golden light, and swords flew out of the scabbards of the people around him and surrounded him, making him look quite imposing.

"That guy surnamed Yuan is already a fifth-rank? I thought he was at the peak of the fourth rank."

"This guy was hiding it well. I wonder who he was planning to scheme against. Luckily, he was exposed today."

"This is going to be interesting. Who do you think will win?"

"Of course, it's our goddess."

"That's not necessarily true. Ye Chenliang is no pushover either. It might be difficult for Miss Pei to fight two against one of them."

...

Hearing the surrounding chatter, Ye Chenliang also channeled his inner energy, and a layer of transparent, tortoise-shell-like substance visibly condensed on his body.

Zu An was secretly alarmed. Ye Chenliang had transformed his Yuan Qi into armor, covering his entire body. Clearly, he had reached the Great Perfection of the Third Rank. Yuan Wendong, on the other hand, must have used elemental power. Could he be manipulating metal? He was just like Magneto.

He secretly pondered that no matter who these two were, he couldn't defeat them in a head-on confrontation unless he used "Great Wind" in conjunction with his deadly dagger, in which case there might be a glimmer of hope.

Yuan Wendong knew the importance of striking first, so he waved his hand, and dozens of longswords attacked Pei Mianman directly. Ye Chenliang, as if telepathically connected, with his large tortoise shell on his head, followed the longswords like a cannonball and crashed into the beautiful figure.

Even the thick-skinned Zu An couldn't help but worry about Pei Mianman. She looked indifferent, and a black flame, like a divine dragon, spiraled upwards from her feet, circling her body. The menacing swords that came at her touched her black flame and disappeared piece by piece at an extremely fast speed.