“Yes! Author Zhou Shuren isn’t just gentle, beautiful, and brilliantly smart—her novels are absolutely amazing too! I adore her!” Luo Xiaolu said seriously.

“I totally agree!” Zhao Li chimed in happily. Meeting a fellow fan suddenly lit her up. “Did you catch the live stream of the signing ceremony? Sister Shuren is just… *so* stunning! One glance and I could never, ever forget her!”

*Bullshit! If I weren’t standing right here, I’d almost believe you!*

*Fake fan! Fake fan! Fake fan!*

Flustered by the lavish praise, the narcissistic Luo Xiaolu stammered, “R-right! I watched it too! Zhou Shuren is number one in the world!”

Beside her, Luo Xiaotang stood utterly bewildered.

“The Sister Shuren in my dreams is exactly like this,” Zhao Li murmured with a lovesick smile, lost in happy thoughts.

*Hey, hey, hey—you’re making me panic!!!*

Being called “older sister” by someone older *and* a teacher felt awkward for Luo Xiaolu… but hey, if it feels good, who cares?

“Anyway,” Zhao Li straightened up and turned to Luo Xiaotang. “This child truly has talent—especially in poetry. She might have great potential…”

“Then…?”

Luo Xiaotang’s big, sparkling eyes widened, brimming with hopeful anticipation.

“Let’s tentatively enroll her and see how it goes!” Zhao Li smiled.

“!!!”

Luo Xiaotang shot Luo Xiaolu a thrilled look.

“Work hard, okay?” Zhao Li added, voice warm with affection.

Luo Xiaolu gave a gentle smile. Luo Xiaotang immediately hugged her tight, stomping her feet vigorously—as if that was the only way to scream her joy silently.

“That’s wonderful…” Luo Xiaolu murmured, ruffling Luo Xiaotang’s hair.

Naturally, Luo Xiaolu followed Zhao Li with Luo Xiaotang into another office. A man sat working at his computer.

“Director, this is the transfer student. Could you process her enrollment?” Zhao Li placed the documents on the desk.

“Couldn’t you handle this yourself?”

Director Liu Jun yawned, took the files anyway, and began typing. Zhao Li left with Luo Xiaotang for registration.

“Luo Xiaotang… Hmm?” Liu Jun frowned. The name felt oddly familiar.

*Oh—sounds just like that Dragon King, Luo Xiaolu!*

As he mused, he looked up—and froze.

“Hi~” Luo Xiaolu smiled.

“HOLY SHIT!!!!”

Liu Jun jolted upright, chair clattering backward. Luo Xiaolu zipped behind him and steadied his shoulders.

“Y-you… you…!” Trembling violently, Liu Jun scrambled back.

“What’s wrong?” Luo Xiaolu tilted her head, curious.

How could he *not* recognize her?

Two years ago, at Dezhi Public School—he’d never forget that day.

The girl called “Dragon King,” clad in tight gear, baseball bat slung over her shoulder, trailed by a roaring crowd, face icy calm.

Wherever her crew marched, devastation followed.

That day, she stormed Dezhi, knocked the guard flat with one punch, then charged in and beat delinquent students senseless—publicly.

Like a mad beast-king, she plunged alone into the mob, laughing wildly, shouting, toppling foe after foe. Her chilling cackle froze blood. Teachers who dared approach were pummeled into hiding, trembling behind office doors.

*A madwoman. A true madwoman!*

Afterward, she planted a foot on the ringleader’s face, declared Dezhi now answered to the Sakou Gang… then vanished, as if none of it mattered.

The memory haunted Liu Jun.

Months ago, rumors flew: the Dragon King retired. He doubted it—*such a force, just… quit?*

Then she vanished.

Now—same face, same name. Even reduced to ashes, he’d know her.

“So… you recognize me?”

Luo Xiaolu leaned in close, eyes crinkling with a soft smile.

“I-I-I don’t know any Dragon King!” Liu Jun blurted, forcing seriousness.

“No one’s called me that in ages.”

Liu Jun: “…”

“Relax. Do I look like I’d cause trouble?”

Switching to a sweet, girlish tone, Luo Xiaolu flicked her pleated JK skirt, touched the ribbon at her chest, and beamed a healing, sugary smile.

*S-so beautiful…*

Liu Jun’s jaw dropped. His Johnson stirred…

*LIKE HELL IT WILL!!!*

He clamped down hard on his traitorous member and smacked his own cheeks.

*Having thoughts about that lunatic Dragon King?! Am I the crazy one?!*

“W-why are you here?! Delinquents don’t touch private schools, right?!” Liu Jun stammered, forcing calm.

(He’d transferred here precisely because he couldn’t stomach fights—too many times he’d fled, pants damp with fear.)

*Escaped to a private school… only to face the Dragon King head-on?! DAMN, I’VE BEEN TRICKED!*

“I’ve retired. It’s my sister enrolling here.” Luo Xiaolu sat primly in a nearby chair, voice sincere.

No one would guess this sweet girl was once the infamous Dragon King.

“You… really won’t fight again?” Liu Jun whispered.

“Fighting’s just not my first choice anymore,” she smiled.

Liu Jun: “…”

With her cover blown, Luo Xiaolu laid it bare:

“You’ll keep my secret. In Sakura Province, *no one* learns my past. My sister is unwell. Protect her. Let her suffer *not a hint* of hardship. Or else…”

“I UNDERSTAND!!” Liu Jun yelped.

*(If she’s bullied… Luo Xiaolu storms Sakuya School, beats every teacher, revives the Sakou Gang, flattens the campus, embraces darkness, escalates war—triggering the Third Delinquent World War in Sakura Province!!)*

*Heavens… so terrifying!*

*The fate of world peace rests on my shoulders!*

A glorious, crushing weight—the heavens entrusting a great mission—suddenly settled upon Liu Jun.