In the garage, carrying a faint sewer smell, Xia Hua shook her little foot, refreshing the webpage every few seconds.
Beneath her was a red plastic chair, making her butt ache from the hard edge.
Xia Hua swore that once she had money, she would definitely buy herself a boss chair—one of those soft, super comfortable ones.
At this moment, the webpage she was browsing was the Class Eight school Tieba.
It had already descended into chaos up there; anyone who thought they held some weight in Class Eight and was a delinquent—
All of them were posting, furiously swearing: they were determined to take down those two embarrassing losers.
【I’ve been fighting for years, from kindergarten to high school, and what I hate most are those who call their parents when they lose. Which class are those two idiots from? They’re making us Class Eight people lose face.】
【You’re not wrong.】A student with considerable status in Class Eight crushed the flyer in his hand and said angrily:【We’ve been mocked right to our faces, and now I really want to beat those two idiots to death!!】
【No more words, starting tomorrow.】
【Every time I see them, I’ll beat them up.】
【They failed at beating others, got countered, and now they’re demanding a huge amount of medical expenses from their parents?】
【They’ve really lost all shame. If we let this go, what will happen to the rules of our Class Eight? Are we all supposed to run home and call our parents whenever we lose a fight?】
This Class Eight school Tieba used to be just a place for some little show-offs and troublemakers.
But ever since Chen Kailun quickly scattered those flyers all over the Class Eight campus—
Now, it had become a place where all of Class Eight vented their righteous anger.
Very quickly, the details of those two delinquents were dug up.
What kind of place was Class Eight? It gathered almost all the bad students of Nanyun County.
Here, survival wasn’t determined by grades, but by who was tougher and more daring.
Now, a difficult decision was placed before Xia Hua.
Should she play the angel and let them off, or be the devil and send them into the abyss?
“Being an angel comes at a price.”
“But in the end, I’m not cut out to be an angel!” Xia Hua parted her cherry lips, licked her alluring lips, and said, “So why not be a damn angel? Just send them to hell.”
After all, the price Xia Hua spoke of was specifically that she’d have to spend some money again.
One must know, people’s motivation is limited.
These people might go after those two delinquents now, but in a few days, they’ll lose interest, and after a while, everyone will pretend nothing ever happened.
So, of course, they needed encouragement!
Smiling like a blooming flower, Xia Hua started tapping away at her Fly Swallow Keyboard, coming up with a title.
【Class Eight people, Class Eight soul, the dignity of Class Eight is sacred and inviolable.】
That was the title of her post. Then she quickly typed:【Although I’m just a humble student of Class Eight, it is our duty to defend the dignity of our school. Though my abilities are limited, I’m willing to do my part for our school’s honor. I’m willing to offer a week’s worth of Net Fee as a reward to the big brother who takes action. Of course, I don’t have much money, so only one big brother can get that week of Net Fee. I’ve already applied for Tieba lottery verification, and the winner will be chosen by everyone in the forum. The prize will definitely be delivered before the summer holiday break……】
Without a doubt, only the big brother who beats up those two delinquents the worst and makes the biggest splash—
Would be qualified to win that week’s worth of Net Fee.
Net Fee!!! Only the strong deserve it~~~~
It could be said that Xia Hua’s move was ruthless.
She had elevated this matter to a battle of ‘Honor’—beating them was for the glory of Class Eight.
A week of Net Fee was just a hundred yuan for her; recharge a hundred, get fifty extra, and that was enough for a week.
But for those two delinquents, it would be a hellish ordeal.
Do you want a week of Net Fee? Do you want to prove yourself? Then go bully them! This is for justice!!!
‘Hoo~’ Xia Hua let out a long breath, closed the webpage, and stepped onto an electronic scale: “113.8 jin, not bad, not bad, already lost a little over a jin……”
“Losing about a jin in a week.”
“That’s normal, right!!”
Xia Hua was still quite satisfied with her weight loss speed.
After all, unlike others who went on crazy diets or took all sorts of weird pills, her weight wasn’t even that high to begin with—she wasn’t like those who could drop several jin in a week.
You could say it was average, but healthy, and she was making steady progress on her journey to a beautiful figure.
The only thing annoying was probably the Ban Group.
Fang Qiao was loudly questioning Xia Hua again.
She kept @Xia Hua, asking how the Evening Gala program preparations were going.
【If you can, Xia Hua, why don’t you report on the progress of the program preparations?】No one cared more about the Evening Gala than Fang Qiao. She started bombing the Ban Group:【Did you not prepare anything?】
【If you can’t do it, I advise you not to force yourself.】
【……Evening Gala, important……messing it up will embarrass the class……】
【If you regret it now, it’s not too late……】
So, who’s really regretting it here? Fang Qiao, isn’t it you?
The more Fang Qiao acted like this, the more it showed how much she cared about the program. But since she didn’t cherish it herself, and even used it to attack Xia Hua, of course Xia Hua wouldn’t refuse.
Xia Hua smiled and typed back: “I’m preparing, I’m preparing.”
“Don’t worry, since I already agreed, no matter how hard or tiring it is, even if I embarrass myself on stage, I definitely won’t cry. Thanks for your concern, Fang Qiao!”
“I’ll do my best.”
“I will definitely perform at the Evening Gala.”
On the other side of the city, when Fang Qiao saw the message, she burst into tears.
‘She’s really going up, she’s really going up, my program is gone, wuuu~’
‘How can this be, the program was mine, wuwu~~~’
‘I regret it, I don’t want to give her the chance anymore, wuuu~~~~’
If Xia Hua knew how heartbroken Fang Qiao was, then as someone who had already started preparing in earnest, she would be even more serious—otherwise, how could she live up to Fang Qiao’s goodwill!
I’ll make sure you see that the thing you valued so much—
Not only can I play with it in the palm of my hand,
I can even do it better than you, and make your precious thing shine even brighter.
As for the program for this Evening Gala—
Xia Hua already had a plan in mind: “Of course I’ll use my specialty, Artistic Drawing. I usually don’t draw, because my drawings are artistic, hehe ha O(∩_∩)O haha~~~”
Anyway, she wasn’t going to sing or dance.
What did she think she was, some kind of Indian?
Always singing and dancing when happy, singing and dancing when sad.
Break out in song and dance at the drop of a hat— if that’s not Indian, what is?
Now, Xia Hua still needed some tools.
She made a list and sent it to Lin An, who replied that there was no problem.
As expected of you, my dearest friend……