“Who’s there? Can’t you see Young Master is busy? How dare you take a photo? Believe me, I’ll beat you too!”
Qian Sheng turned his head angrily. A girl slightly shorter than him, with short blue hair, plain features, expressionless, like a Three Nothings girl.
She wore a pure white short-sleeved shirt and pure black flared pants.
Unlike other students, her jacket was not worn on her body but instead tied around her waist by the sleeves, like a small skirt.
The girl leaned against the doorframe, holding her phone in her right hand.
Noticing Qian Sheng’s gaze, she waved her phone in front of him, as if taunting him.
This series of actions actually angered Qian Sheng to the point of laughing.
He ignored Ning Chuxue beside him, turned, swung the stick in his hand, and walked toward the girl.
Seeing this girl appear, Ying’s reaction was completely different from Qian Sheng’s.
Ying looked like she had seen a savior. She walked over to the girl.
“Give me a hand, and we can definitely take down this madman!”
But the girl was extremely calm. She remained leaning against the wall.
“I can handle it.”
“But…”
Ying was confused. She, a trained fighter, couldn’t guarantee taking down an armed Qian Sheng. Why was this girl so sure?
Just as Ying was about to speak, the girl pressed her index finger to her lips.
Until Ying’s mouth quieted down, then the girl let go, and casually took a few photos of the furious Qian Sheng.
Click click click — three flashes from the phone, dazzling Qian Sheng and making him cover his eyes.
“You’re asking for death!” When the flash subsided, Qian Sheng dared to open his eyes.
Such humiliation was unbearable; he instantly flew into a rage.
The girl didn’t care about the enraged Qian Sheng.
She looked at her phone screen with satisfaction. Including the first photo, she now had exactly four photos.
Every photo clearly showed Qian Sheng in the act of attacking with a stick.
“Classmate, these four photos are your fate.”
The meaning of four goes without saying—it’s death.
And the subject of all four photos was Qian Sheng, only Qian Sheng.
The girl deliberately avoided including Ning Chuxue in the camera.
She put away her phone seriously.
“If your target were anyone else, I might have trouble, but unfortunately, you chose the wrong person.”
“Fine, you’ve got guts!” This thoroughly enraged Qian Sheng. He raised his stick and charged at the girl.
Ying, who had been standing by the girl all along, couldn’t bear it.
“Why waste words with him? I’ve trained; let’s just take him down together.”
“Don’t rush.” The girl rolled her eyes at her without any extra movement.
As if responding to the girl’s words, chaotic footsteps sounded from outside.
The footsteps were messy and disorderly.
But to Qian Sheng’s ears, they sounded like a Death Omen.
He looked in terror at the girl who had remained calm throughout.
“You called the police?!”
The girl didn’t reply. She slowly walked over to Qian Sheng until there were only two steps between them.
At this distance, if Qian Sheng wanted, he could easily knock her out with his stick, but he didn’t dare.
Her pressure on him was too strong, even though he was half a head taller.
“What are you doing?!” Qian Sheng stared at her, his eyes filled with uncontrollable fear.
The girl squinted and didn’t answer. She reached out and snatched the stick from his hand, playing with it for a few moments.
“Not bad, a killing blow against people, but too heavy and unsuitable.”
She weighed the long stick in her hand, then walked to Ning Chuxue behind Qian Sheng.
“Chuxue, try picking it up.”
Compared to her killing intent toward Qian Sheng, she now seemed like an ordinary girl. She handed the long stick she had taken from Qian Sheng to Ning Chuxue.
“Ruoqing-jie…” Ning Chuxue took the long stick tremblingly.
She had never seen her Third Sister like this, like a Killing God who controlled everything.
Even though no blood was spilled, killing intent filled the room.
Since Shen Ruqing was holding the blade edge, the handle was handed to Ning Chuxue.
Perhaps this was also Shen Ruqing’s clever thought—she didn’t want the blade to face Ning Chuxue.
Once Ning Chuxue’s hand firmly gripped the long stick, Shen Ruqing slowly released her hand.
As Shen Ruqing gradually loosened her grip, Ning Chuxue felt the stick grow heavier.
Until it completely exceeded her strength limit.
‘It’s over…’
Ning Chuxue subconsciously thought the stick would fall to the ground.
But Shen Ruqing never fully withdrew her hand. Seeing Ning Chuxue lose strength, she immediately took back the stick, muttering, “Too heavy indeed. I’ll find Chuxue a more suitable one.”
Yes, Shen Ruqing originally wanted to give this stick to Ning Chuxue for self-defense, at least to give her a means of protection.
But now it seemed impossible.
Now was not the time to find a new weapon; Qian Sheng’s issue still needed to be resolved.
She turned again, pulled up a chair and sat down, scanning Qian Sheng with a calm gaze.
The latter glared hatefully at Shen Ruqing, who seemed to have everything under control, clenching his molars.
Especially the way Shen Ruqing looked at him—it was like the last straw breaking his spirit.
“You’re not getting off easy either!” He pushed past the pressure of Shen Ruqing, exerted all his strength without thinking, and lunged at her.
Just then, footsteps arrived at the door. A group of people stood at the entrance, wearing red armbands of the Student Union and holding riot gear.
The leader, a girl with dark green hair, stepped forward first.
She pointed at Qian Sheng and shouted, “What are you doing? Stop!”
Everything happened so suddenly. Just as Qian Sheng was about to stop, another click sound came, and another flash stung his eyes.
Shen Ruqing shook her phone, a faint, barely perceptible smile on her cold face.
“Fifth photo. Congratulations—you don’t have to die here.”
Shen Ruqing looked at the photo she had just taken.
In the front was Qian Sheng charging at her with a raised fist, and in the back were the Student Union members.
“Who… who exactly are you?”
Qian Sheng was completely panicked now. He looked at Shen Ruqing in fear, as if looking at a deity that didn’t exist in this world.
Everything seemed to be controlled by the girl in front of him.
Shen Ruqing stood up unhurriedly and said, “The older sister of the person Qian Sheng tried to hurt.”
With that, she used the long stick to poke Qian Sheng’s knee joint.
The latter instantly lost his balance and fell to his knees.
The Student Union members seized the opportunity, swarming in and surrounding him.
The leading girl picked up a pair of silver handcuffs, and the others made way for her.
Kneeling on the ground, Qian Sheng had no means to resist. The girl easily cuffed him and said harshly, “Whatever grudges or grievances, we’ll talk back at the union.”
“Ruoqing-jie, what exactly happened?” Everything happened too fast, and Ning Chuxue still hadn’t reacted.
Besides, she had never seen Shen Ruqing talk so much.
Usually, Shen Ruqing was always aloof, never speaking more than five sentences at a time.
Shen Ruqing sat down beside her and pointed to the small object on her chest.
“I heard it all.”