Without the distraction of BB pellets, Nangong Ruihui quickly found her rhythm. She seized the wooden-sword-wielding girl’s arm, slid smoothly down to her wrist, and disarmed her with a precise counter.
“You actually blocked her?!” Li Jie cried in despair, no longer able to focus on using her Tarot cards to “curse” Nangong Ruihui.
“She couldn’t even block me.”
With practiced grace, Nangong Ruihui channeled soft internal force through her shoulder, shoving outward. The barehanded girl who lunged forward was sent crashing to the floor.
To avoid further entanglement, Nangong Ruihui pulled the two girls into a head-on collision. One fainted instantly. Li Jie rubbed her forehead, shooting Nangong Ruihui a resentful glance—a cold wave of fear washing over her.
Wooden sword pointed at Li Jie, Mu Yao jogged over, toy gun in hand, and stood beside the poised Nangong Ruihui.
“Tarot cards aren’t for cursing people. Apologize sincerely to Mu Yao right now. As Student Council President, I might consider not escalating this to expulsion level.”
“I… I understand… Mu Yao, I’m sorry…” Li Jie’s face twisted into a strained, conflicted expression—clearly forced, yet straining to seem voluntary.
“Hehe, let’s go, Yaoyao. We can toss this toy gun in the trash later.”
As Nangong Ruihui turned to leave with Mu Yao, Li Jie stubbornly called out, “If you’ve got guts, go challenge our boss! She… she definitely won’t lose to you!”
“Your boss? Is her name Woody?”
“What Woody?”
“The Toy Story leader, hahaha—” Nangong Ruihui shook her head with a laugh. “Don’t insult my judo with childish make-believe tricks. Remember that.”
“Damn it… you’ll regret this!” Li Jie gritted her teeth, chest heaving.
...
“Yaoyao, you’re acting more and more like a little wife~” Nangong Ruihui gently caressed Mu Yao’s flushed cheek, her affectionate gaze resting on him.
“I… I am your little wife, after all.”
Mu Yao spoke against his will. Why should *he* be a man’s little wife?! This violated socialist core values!
But he was waiting—for Nangong Ruihui to sincerely confess she liked *him*. Then he’d reveal his true gender. That would disgust her. Served her right for saying he lacked charm.
Thinking this, Mu Yao felt he could keep up the act. One day, he’d make Yingshengya Academy’s aloof Student Council President bow before his pleated skirt.
Of course, those two tears had been real. Nangong Ruihui truly was gentle—no lie, though no one else knew.
Meanwhile, inside a dim, abandoned classroom.
“Were you really the school bully? I doubt it.” A voice cold as frost echoed, seeming to freeze the very air.
“I… I’m not! Senior Xia Xi—I’ll be your underling! Command me however you wish!”
Yang Xu knelt, head pinned under her boot, too terrified even to tremble. This woman was horrifying—her suffocating presence dwarfed Nangong Ruihui’s by thousands of times.
Three days ago, after leering at Xia Xi’s figure, she’d dragged him to an empty boys’ restroom and kicked his head into the sink. The heel of her knee-high boots left a mark; the scab still hadn’t healed.
Absolute dominance crushed any flicker of resistance in him.
What kind of elite academy was this? First judo expert Nangong Ruihui, now icy brute Xia Xi. Unbearable. He couldn’t stay.
“Who are you to call me ‘Senior Xia Xi’? Address me as ‘Your Majesty’!” The purple badge on Xia Xi’s chest gleamed.
“Your Majesty!!” Yang Xu shouted desperately, fearing insufficient sincerity.
“Your Majesty!!!” The lackeys behind him, kneeling identically, roared even louder—begging silently for mercy.
“Mm, good~”
Silver hair gleamed; eyes sharp as ice. Her chest rose and fell with restrained anger, sweat tracing her skin, the tight fabric of her white leather belt-skirt straining. Clad in folded-top knee-high boots, confidence radiated from her. This was Xia Xi.
“Senior Xia Xi! Emergency! Something terrible happened!” Li Jie burst in, leaning breathless against a dusty desk.
“What’s wrong? So frantic?”
“We got humiliated! She even said you’re a nobody!”
“What?! Damn it! Who?!” Xia Xi stood abruptly, her manicured nails digging crescent marks into her palms.
Li Jie had exaggerated—Nangong Ruihui never insulted Xia Xi. But only this would make Xia Xi act. Then Nangong Ruihui would pay.
Nangong Ruihui’s arrogance was unbearable. Li Jie knew the self-proclaimed “strongest at Yingshengya Academy,” senior Xia Xi, would never tolerate such showiness.
“It’s the Student Council President… Nangong Ruihui.”
“Nangong Ruihui… Nangong? From the Nangong Clan? How interesting~” Xia Xi settled back, waving dismissively. “Noted. You may go.”
Yang Xu was utterly confused. How did Nangong Ruihui clash with *her* again? Xia Xi wasn’t interested in girls—she wouldn’t harass Mu Yao. What else could provoke Nangong Ruihui to openly target Xia Xi’s faction?
Still… good. If they fought to a standstill, sweet-faced Mu Yao *and* voluptuous Xia Xi would both be his. Hahaha.
“What are *you* laughing at?” Xia Xi crouched, delicate eyebrows furrowed, piercing eyes locked on Yang Xu—whose smile froze instantly.
“…”
“Die.” Xia Xi kicked him. Yang Xu’s face twisted as he sprawled.
...
Rumors that Mu Yao was Long Xueer spread like wildfire across the academy forum. After Zhou Yuan informed the agency, they seized the chance, demanding Mu Yao publicly confirm her identity as Long Xueer.
Actually beneficial—early hype. Long Xueer’s career was on track. Yingshengya’s trends influenced neighboring schools; potential was immense.
No rule said she *must* reveal it to students here… nor that she couldn’t. The idol project always moved step by step.
“Yaoyao, maybe keep your distance after class.” Nangong Ruihui flipped a book page, gaze deliberately avoiding Mu Yao.
“Ruihui… are you rejecting me~?” Mu Yao clasped her hands, gazing up with vulnerable eyes.
“No. Don’t you think students from *every* class will swarm to gawk once class ends? Look—across the building. Telescopes already set up. Is that… an astronomical telescope? …Can it even see a person clearly…?”
