Chapter 508
Zong Mu didn't care, "Being late is fine."
He was late every day.
The girl bit her lip. "I can't be late."
Zong Mu said lightly, "Not only will I be late, but I'll also make you late with me."
"You, you..."
Wen Xin was so angry with him that she cried again, tears streaming down her face like they were free.
Zong Mu: "..."
She really is made of water!
The girl wiped away her tears, "What will it take for you to let me go?"
Zong Mu's brow twitched with pain from her crying, but he still couldn't resist taking advantage of her, "Call me 'brother' first."
Wen Xin: "..."
The boy was nonchalant and said, "If you don't call us, we'll all be late."
Wen Xin wanted to resist but dared not, and could only submit to the evil forces, "Brother, brother."
The girl's soft, sweet voice made Zong Mu's breath catch in his throat. "Say it again."
Wen Xin called out again, sounding aggrieved, "Brother."
"good."
Zong Mu grinned mischievously and pinched her cheek, then casually took the bag from her hand.
What are you going to do now?
The girl reached out to snatch it back, her tone slightly displeased, like a little rabbit trying to show its sharp teeth, but it turned out to be nothing sharp at all.
Zong Mu raised an eyebrow. "Protection fees? Doesn't this little white rabbit know the rules?"
Wen Xin stared with bewildered and shocked eyes, unable to believe what era this was, that such a practice of collecting protection money, as seen in Hong Kong and Japanese dramas, still existed.
"You, you... this is wrong."
Zong Mu opened the bag, picked up a small cake, and popped it into his mouth. The creamy aroma of the cake filled his mouth, just like a little white rabbit.
He narrowed his long, narrow eyes. "What I say is the truth, understand?"
Wen Xin: "..." You're just acting like a delusional teenager!
She bit her lip. "That was a little cake my mom made for me."
Zong Mu, clutching the bag in one hand and with the other in his pocket, teased her with a roguish air, "Now you're showing me your respect."
"Does the little rabbit want cake, or does it want to be late?"
The girl was sulking, but didn't dare glare at him, so she could only choose not to be late with a wronged expression.
Zong Mu let out a low laugh, patted her little head, and turned to walk straight out of the alley.
Wen Xin watched the boy's retreating figure, pursed her lips, and then followed him to school.
Fortunately, she left early, and even though she was delayed for a while in the alley, she wasn't late.
However, just as she stepped into the school gate, she happened to meet the dean of students, who called her into his office, kindly inquired about her situation, and told her that if she had any difficulties, she could come to the school. He encouraged her to be a good student and not to think about anything else, as the future was bright.
The incident of Cui Zhi hitting her last time caused a huge uproar online, and given her pitiful past, it's normal for the school to pay close attention to her.
For a sensitive soul fragment, losing her father and receiving extra attention from others out of sympathy and pity can actually be a source of pressure, making her feel out of place among ordinary students and causing feelings of inferiority.
But Wen Xin doesn't have this problem.
It's enough to eliminate future troubles, prevent Cui Zhi from having another chance to frame Wen's mother, and incidentally make that awful uncle suffer, so what's a little sympathy and pity?
Oh dear, she was a weak and pitiful little thing to begin with!
From now on, if anyone dares to bully her, she'll stage an accident to extort money.
This deity is truly too clever.
Xiao Jin: "..." You can be so proud of faking an accident, there's no one else like you?
And you even said that the male supporting character is sick?
Aren't you in the late stage too?
Wen Xin's red lips twitched slightly; that silly butterfly was courting death again.
OK, she satisfied it!
After crushing the silly butterfly, Wen Xin was in a good mood and walked briskly towards the senior high school building.
Little Gold, lying dead on the ground: Waaah, why is it always it that gets hurt?
The red rope gave it another stupid meme. It's all its fault for being so foul-mouthed all the time. Whose fault is it?
Xiao Jin: "..."
It's just something an honest child should do, so what?
...
"Report."
"Wen Xin?"
"Yes, I'm sorry, teacher, I'm late."
The girl was well-behaved and beautiful, with a pair of timid, grape-like, watery eyes that no one could bear to say a word to.
Ms. Song, the homeroom teacher, was a middle-aged woman who seemed to have a very good temper and a scholarly air about her. She smiled gently and said, "It's alright, the head of the teaching department has already told me. Come in."
"Thank you, teacher."
Wen Xin walked into the classroom with her schoolbag on her back. For a moment, there were gasps in the classroom. Both boys and girls looked at her with amazement.
The girl had cascading black hair, arched eyebrows, bright eyes and white teeth, and skin as white as snow. She was like a meticulously sculpted ice crystal doll, beautiful yet fragile, inspiring affection and tenderness, making one wish to hold her in the palm of their hand.
Where did this little angel come from?
The title of school beauty at Qingyun Middle School is about to change hands.
With looks like that, didn't any talent scouts approach her to enter the entertainment industry?
Why bother reading books?
Huh?
Wait a minute, isn't she the poor girl who was beaten up by a vicious woman online a few days ago?
Oh, they're freshmen in their class!
Being in a good position makes it easy to get the moon, and the boys are very excited. They're ready to be the protectors of the flowers!
However, even if the students in Class 8 of Grade 11 were screaming inwardly, no one dared to speak out.
This is certainly not because of Wen Xin.
Instead...
Wen Xin's gaze, however, seemed to fall unintentionally on the third-to-last seat in the innermost row of the classroom, by the window.
There were two seats, but only one person was sitting there. The distance between the front and back tables was also very large, seemingly isolating someone.
In reality, the students sitting in front of and behind that person were clearly looking at him with apprehension and fear.
The person who received treatment similar to that of a tyrant was none other than Zong Mu, the number one problem student at Qingyun Middle School, the legendary school bully among all the schools in Qing City, and the boy who had just been harassing her in various ways.
The bully completely ignored the fact that the homeroom teacher was right there on the platform and simply lay down on the desk to sleep.
In fact, because he was sleeping, the students in the class didn't dare to make too much noise.
It was as if they were afraid of being beaten if they disturbed him.
This guy is totally a local tyrant at school, isn't he?
If Wen Xin hadn't had memories of her past life, given the original personality of the fragmented soul, she would probably have been terrified by this scene.
The girl clasped her hands in front of her and introduced herself softly, "Hello everyone, I'm Wen Xin."
The students: "..."
We really wanted to applaud and welcome this super pretty new classmate, but we didn't dare!
Who knows what terrible consequences might result from disturbing that bully's sleep?
I can only say that Wenxin will have to make do.
Oh, my heart aches so much, I feel so guilty.
Wen Xin looked at the homeroom teacher with some unease.
Ms. Song smiled awkwardly, clearly aware of the situation in her class, but there was nothing she could do about it.
After all, even the principal didn't dare to discipline Zong Mu, let alone a mere teacher like her.
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