"Sister," Ning Yunmeng said, having changed her outfit today and wearing a pure white wool dress, she looked innocent and pure. "Shall we talk?"
Behind her, Wang Jia and the other girls had formed a semicircle around her. Ning Xiwan noticed that two of the girls were holding their phones, their cameras pointed directly at her.
"What are you talking about?" Ning Xiwan shifted her schoolbag to her left shoulder and casually put her right hand in her pocket.
Ning Yunmeng subconsciously touched the diamond earring on her earlobe, and her expression changed: "Sister, are you still angry about what happened last time..."
Many students had gathered around to watch the excitement. Some were holding up their phones to record the scene, some were whispering to each other, and some were pointing and commenting at Ning Xiwan.
Ning Yunmeng's eyes turned red, and her voice was filled with tears: "Sister, I know you hate me, but I really just want to get along well with you..."
As she spoke, she suddenly cried out "Ouch!" and stumbled back a few steps, landing on the ground. Her carefully styled curly hair was messed up, and her white dress was stained with mud.
"Sister! Why did you push me?" Ning Yunmeng raised her face, tears rolling down at the right time, sparkling in the sunlight.
It's a shame not to compete for an Oscar for this kind of acting.
Wang Jia immediately screamed, "Ning Xiwan hit someone! Everyone, look!"
The two girls holding their phones immediately adjusted their angles to ensure they could capture Ning Xiwan's "violent" performance. Several other girls gathered around, and one with dyed red hair even pulled a pair of small scissors from her bag.
Ning Xiwan watched their clumsy performance and suddenly laughed.
"Okay," she said, putting her schoolbag on the bench beside her slowly and stretching her wrists. "Since you insist on getting beaten—"
She grabbed Wang Jia's collar and smiled at her horrified eyes, saying, "Then I'll grant your wish."
The next five minutes became the longest five minutes in Ning Yunmeng and Wang Jia's lives.
Ning Xiwan's movements were astonishingly fast. She first knocked the scissors out of the red-haired girl's hand with a knife, then dodged the other girl's attack and grabbed her wrist and threw her over her shoulder.
"ah!"
Amidst the screams, Ning Xiwan had already flashed in front of Wang Jia and slapped her in the face before she could react.
"This slap is for spilling my porridge."
Wang Jia was beaten and staggered back. Before he could stand firmly, Ning Xiwan pulled him back by his clothes.
"This time, it's the homework that was deleted for me."
Ning Xiwan elbowed her in the back. Wang Jia collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mud, her carefully styled hair disheveled and her makeup smudged.
Ning Yunmeng was so scared that she stepped back repeatedly, but Ning Xiwan grabbed her wrist.
"Sister, I was wrong, I was really wrong..." She cried bitterly and trembled all over.
Ning Xiwan leaned close to her ear and whispered, as softly as a venomous snake: "If you dare to play tricks again, I will make sure you can't stay in the Ning family anymore."
She let go of her hand, and Ning Yunmeng immediately collapsed to the ground. Her carefully styled curly hair was a mess, and her makeup was smudged. Where was the elegance of a rich girl?
Ning Xiwan picked up her phone and deleted all the videos of the conflict. Then she walked to the bench, picked up her schoolbag, dusted off the nonexistent dust, and walked away without looking back.
Behind him, Wang Jia's moans and Ning Yunmeng's sobs intertwined, accompanied by the exclamations and discussions of the surrounding students.
At seven o'clock in the evening, Ning Xiwan sat on her single bed in the dormitory, eating instant noodles while video chatting with Duan Shuce. The cold light from the computer screen reflected on her face, outlining her delicate features.
"Wanwan," Duan Shuce on the screen said, wearing a school uniform shirt and a tie hanging loosely around his neck, with a sly smile, "I heard you got into a fight again today?"
Ning Xiwan rolled her eyes and stirred her instant noodles with her chopsticks: "Who told you that?"
"Ye Qingliu." Duan Shuce shrugged, the sound of flipping pages coming from the background. "Someone at their school saw the video of you beating someone up and posted it on Tieba."
Ning Xiwan paused for a moment: "...Weren't all the videos deleted?"
"Someone secretly filmed it with another phone." Duan Shuce leaned closer to the screen, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "But it's quite blurry. All I could see was your beautiful roundhouse kick."
At this moment, Ye Qingliu's video call request suddenly interrupted. Ning Xiwan switched over, and a stern face immediately appeared on the screen.
Ye Qingliu was wearing a dark blue school uniform, and his gray-blue eyes looked particularly deep under the desk lamp.
"Sister Wan," his voice was colder than the autumn wind, "Do you need me to take care of the Tieba matter?"
Ning Xiwan shook her head and picked up a pair of instant noodles with chopsticks: "No, it's nothing."
Duan Shuce's voice came from the side: "Son, your sister Wan is very capable, you don't need to worry about her."
Ye Qingliu: "...get out."
Ning Xiwan couldn't help laughing as she watched the two people bickering on the screen.
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