A head of beautiful long hair is something every girl dreams of.
Xia Hua thought she would love it too. At first, she believed it was just because her hair was too messy that she felt uncomfortable…
But she discovered that even after using conditioner, when her hair became smooth, she still felt uneasy.
“Too long, too thick, too much…”
“Too hot…” Xia Hua muttered gloomily.
Sometimes, having a shocking amount of hair is also an inexplicable pain.
She also admired girls with flowing, silky hair— until that kind of hair grew on her own head.
Now, she really wanted to get some long, layered bangs cut.
Right now, it was the break-time assembly, and the Director of Academic Affairs always had to give a long, tedious ‘speech’ after the exercises.
[Next, let’s talk about the requirements for academic atmosphere and positive energy…]
The Director of Academic Affairs, standing in the shade, rattled on, pulling out another document to read endlessly.
“凸(艹皿艹 )” Xia Hua silently made an internationally recognized hand gesture.
“You think you’re a hero just because you’re standing in the shade?”
“If you have the guts, try giving your speech under the twenty-seven or twenty-eight degree sun!”
“……”
Xia Hua’s inner thoughts probably represented almost everyone on the field!
Winter was fine— you could bask in the sun.
But in the heat of summer, you’re still giving these endless speeches. Can you not?
When can the students finally stand up? So frustrated, they’re trembling with cold rage…
However, the last thing the Director of Academic Affairs announced actually made Xia Hua pay attention: they had discovered a shocking pool of blood at the site of yesterday’s fight.
[Our School’s Surveillance System covers all areas.]
[So, to the students who fought at the corner of the laboratory building yesterday, I hope you will come forward and admit your mistake. This is an opportunity the School is giving you. Otherwise, if the School finds out—]
[Fellow students, treasure this chance.]
[……]
The Director of Academic Affairs glanced over the densely packed crowd, his presence intimidating even without anger: [By then, it won’t be as simple as admitting your mistake. I advise you not to challenge the School Rules— take care of yourselves…]
For most students with weak nerves, this move might actually work. Scare them a little, and they’ll confess everything and come forward to admit their mistakes.
Unfortunately, Xia Hua couldn’t care less about the Director of Academic Affairs’ words. Wasn’t the situation obvious? If they really knew who it was, would they bother trying to scare people into confessing? Wouldn’t it be easier to just go to the class and grab them?
So, the answer is: the School actually has no idea who it was.
“Boring~” Xia Hua muttered.
“But still, I’d better pay a little attention to this.” Xia Hua glanced at Chen Kailun, and when their eyes met, Chen Kailun immediately shrank back, lowering his head, not daring to meet her gaze.
Perhaps, that’s one of the effects!
People always pick on the weak and fear the strong. When Xia Hua was a pushover, everyone wanted to take a jab at her; but when she turned into a prickly cactus, they had to think twice before crossing her.
Right now, Xia Hua was only concerned about one thing.
She figured those two injured delinquents would come to School looking for trouble.
But it didn’t matter— even if they didn’t come, Xia Hua would have to go to Class Eight to settle things with them anyway.
“For people this age, violence might seem like the most direct way to solve problems.”
“But not everything has to be settled with fists.”
“I’m just a girl with no strength to truss a chicken.”
“A frail girl like me, what am I doing playing at martial arts with them…” Xia Hua wallowed in self-pity, but the corners of her mouth had already curled up into an ‘unfriendly’ smile as she said, “Of course, I’ll make them suffer a social death.”
This whole mess started because of Xia Hua, and it even got Lin An hurt.
So she didn’t want to stand aside and pretend nothing happened. Though Xia Hua knew she was a girl now, she still didn’t have the awareness of being one.
She still had more of the… ‘responsibility’ she’d had as a boy!
After the Director of Academic Affairs announced dismissal, Xia Hua returned to the classroom and found everything unchanged.
The class’s tough guy, Homeroom Teacher Zhou Qing, had already been taken down by her.
Now, Ye Tingzhu was unconvinced in both heart and words, and after yesterday’s incident, Chen Kailun no longer dared to meet Xia Hua’s gaze— but he was still stubborn, convinced in his heart but not in his words.
Then there was Fang Qiao.
Xia Hua watched Fang Qiao’s performance with great interest.
She never picked any other time— always waiting until Substitute Teacher and acting Homeroom Teacher Ye Ling was teaching, then stood up, looking a bit guilty as she said, “Te-teacher, I have something I want to say.”
“Oh?” Ye Ling shrugged and gestured, “Go ahead…”
“It’s about the program for the Evening Gala for the High School Seniors… because, because…” Fang Qiao hesitated for a long time, finally gathering her courage to say, “It was all because Xia Hua left without permission and messed up our original Drama arrangement. Now we can’t go on, so I think Xia Hua should be responsible for this.”
What a shameless person! What kind of role had Xia Hua been assigned in the Drama?
A background prop role, with not a single line from start to finish.
And yet, Fang Qiao used this as an excuse to attack her.
Teacher Ye Ling pondered for a moment and asked, “Hmm, so what do you mean?”
“Just, just…” Fang Qiao seemed even more nervous, stammering, “Anyway, I can’t do my Evening Gala program anymore, but every class needs a program, so let Xia Hua go up herself!”
“I see?” Teacher Ye Ling felt she needed to say something fair.
But before she could play peacemaker—
Xia Hua, who had been sitting bored at her desk, raised her hand and said, “Fine, I’ll do it! What’s the big deal? Isn’t it just performing at the Evening Gala?”
“B-but, but you’ll mess it up.” Fang Qiao’s voice grew quieter.
“Then do you want me to do it or not? If not, then put in more effort and find someone you think is suitable for a background role with no lines and no part in the plot!!”
“I, I…” Fang Qiao panicked.
Until she saw Ye Tingzhu desperately giving her meaningful looks.
In her fluster, it was as if she’d taken a calming pill, and she said firmly, “Fine, if you can do it, then go ahead!!”
“OK, OK~~” Xia Hua made a gesture meaning ‘no problem at all,’ then asked meaningfully, “Fang Qiao, are you really sure? Have you really thought this through?”
“Mm, I’m sure.” This time, Fang Qiao didn’t hesitate.
She wanted to see Xia Hua’s panicked expression, and then watch her come begging for help after failing to complete the task.
Unfortunately, this time Xia Hua disappointed her, and with her half-smiling, half-not expression—
Fang Qiao grew very uneasy…
This Drama program had long since been discussed. Even though the final result wasn’t great, it was still undoubtedly Fang Qiao’s hard work.
Xia Hua wasn’t very interested in putting on a wonderful show.
But since Fang Qiao didn’t care about her own hard work—
Xia Hua didn’t mind putting in a little effort.
Just to ruin Fang Qiao’s hard work.
Xia Hua was going to put on a truly spectacular performance.
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