I quickly viewed the other five profiles. They were all females in Class A just like the previous profiles. The only difference was that they were third-year students instead of second-year students. I knew too well that these people would be a pain in the neck. The school must have planned all this to frustrate everyone. Well, I wouldn't mind playing with them for now. After all, it was a rare opportunity to interact with our seniors. And not to mention females with their quick emotional changes.
[Changing Dongmei. A third-year student, class A—seventeen years old; she is a top student. Fengshui: earth. Zodiac sign: monkey. Extreme temperament: sanguine. She is bright and cheerful and always craves attention and praise.]
[Honghui Ehuang. A third-year class A student—seventeen years old; she is a brilliant student. Fengshui: fire. Zodiac sign: dragon. Extreme temperament: choleric. She is arrogant, annoying, and repelling.]
[Jingjing Fan. A third-year student, class A—seventeen years old; she is an average student. Fengshui: metal. Zodiac sign: Rat. Extreme temperament: melancholy. She keeps to herself a lot. And she overuses headphones because she can't handle the crowd, so she usually avoids them.]
[Zhaohui Fenfang. A third-year class A student—seventeen years old; she is an average student. Fengshui: metal. Zodiac sign: Rabbit. Extreme temperament: melancholy. The single mark left on her left cheek had made her afraid and timid around others. So she quickly acquiesces to people's opinions to avoid trouble.]
[Beaufort Jia. A third-year class A student—seventeen years old; she is a poor academic student. Fengshui: earth. Zodiac sign: goat. Extreme temperament: phlegmatic. She is indifferent to her surroundings and to people.]
When I looked at the profiles to attempt to connect the strings, I could not exactly find the dots. What was the reason the school had chosen these candidates? I apparently couldn't produce any. Was the school kidding me? Could it be that they hadn't finished messing around? I churned through my thoughts. The school was getting craftier by day.
Today was the second day of the second test; it couldn't be gloomier than hell.
In a half-filled classroom, cohorts of students did their unique things. Actually, they were only gossiping friskily. Since this test was unusual, teachers could still hold their class, but it was nothing serious. However, students could only wear their uniform within the classroom block, but outside the studying block, the student wore their casual wear. At this moment, a student sat unrestrained in a particular seat. This person was unbelievably cheerful as she discussed with the bevies of girls within her circle. The air around her made it easy to communicate anything with her. This girl was cute and related effortlessly with those groups of girls. It was more like a practiced skill. It could also be an innate skill.
"Can I borrow your time, queen of social?" A male voice rang outside the door. Ru Nui was the spokesperson, and as those females saw him, they kept quiet instinctively. The person Ru Nui spoke to was Hong Lian; the student of class C knew her to be the queen of socialism. She could effortlessly interact with anyone.
"Excuse me, girls. Just give me a few minutes." Hong Lian said with a golden smile as she moved gracefully and gaily. Sometimes one might not really be able to tell the kind of person Hong Lian was. In fact, whether she covered her lies and barbarity with her veneer smiles and warm demeanor was a different thing. However, such people could also mess up in the end. Fake life was hard to live, after all. In any case, that's only a hidden conjecture; there might not be a single truth to it.
"What is it, Ru Nui?" She asked with impatience.
"You have your orders!"
These few words transfixed Hong Lian momentarily. After a while, she forced out a smile. However, it was obvious to notice that she trembled at the mention of those words. How strong were these words? Who was giving this order that could terrify a student known as the queen of Social?
Ru Nui entered some details on his phone. Soon, the phone in her pocket beeped. She reached out for it and checked. It was four dark pictures; they stared at her.
"Have Mingxia narrowed down the victim?" she whispered in awe. This person, Mingxia, must have been the one that gave the order that terrified her. She feared her and, at the same time, revered her. What a mythical God she was. However, Ru Nui wasn't about to waste his breath on her. All his words were short, with no intention to further his speech. Sometimes people could wonder if such guys were programmed machines.
"You know what to do. Extract as much as you can. Also, this time there should be no more failures because that person is pretty mad." He turned around and left with the word.
.....
Since classes were only a plus during this period of tests, everyone could do what they wanted. So the library was also bubbling. At this moment, a student happily tutored her five colleagues; they whispered to themselves. The gathering appeared cheerful and coordinative. The people around her had a comfortable appearance as they nodded continuously.
But at this moment, Ru Nui entered the library and sat diagonally about ten meters from where the tutor was. Ru Nui didn't especially expose himself. But the tutor looked back instinctively. Her reaction made one of the girls ask aloud. "Fengge Ah Kum, what is the matter?"
"No, it's nothing." She retorted.
Fengge Ah Kum was the tutor, and at the same time, she was the class C leader. Well, public leader because Chonglin Mingxia was the actual leader behind the scene. She wondered what brought Ru Nui to her. After all, she knew it wouldn't be anything good. In any case, she needed to settle it quickly. She couldn't allow him to stare at her the whole day.
"Excuse me." She said as she stood up. Soon, she came to a table where Ru Nui sat alone, looking at a book seriously. "What is it?" Fengge Ah Kum asked lightly. Her voice was tepid. She would like to avoid her involvement with Ru Nui or Chinglin Mingxia. But nature had denied any of her requests. In fact, as much as she stayed in class C, she must listen to their order. After all, it would be a dereliction of duty if she backed out of something that would save their class because of selfishness.
Ru Nui, who had his head facing his book, curled his lips slightly. "How is your espionage on class B and A going?" He asked.
"I have people positioned on everyone likely to threaten the victory of class C," she replied lightly.
"Is that so. Where are Shen Yongrui and Li Min now?"
"Shen Yongrui had gone all out in looking for the whereabouts of the victims; his goons are everywhere looking for any of the victims without exemption, but he is still in the old tennis facility on the rooftop. Meanwhile, Li Min has been unbelievably calm, having coffee and tea in the café since the beginning of this test. Perhaps she wants to use their reception to gather information." She conveyed her mind.
"Do you believe that Li Min is up to something? Because for now, she hadn't done anything other than sitting by herself." She asked, concerned.
Ru Nui nodded to her like he was analyzing the situation. Ru Nui was also a person that specialized a lot in mental riddles. Everything had cause and effect. So he believed someone could not go to a place without a motive. In fact, that's because of his cautious attitude. But even so, his ability to think and execute tasks excellently made Chonglin Mingxia keep him by her side. And primarily because he talked little and would not leak out important stuff. However, that didn't mean that Mingxia had told him all her secrets. At least, she would still be observing him, making him run a few errands for her. After a while, Ru Nui stood and left.
Third-year block.
Three figures walked toward the third-year courtyard. Just as they friskily discussed, the third-year students summoned them.
"Hey! All of you should come."
The person who summoned them had an enigmatic air around him, and his face was weird; no one knew whether he was smiling—or not. To be precise, heaven wrote 'complications' on his face. This person was Bingwen Jianyu.
"Do you know you are in the third-year block? What are your names?" He asked arrogantly. Even though the people were irritated by his tone, what could they do? He was their senior, after all.
The three students could only look at themselves in confusion; they feared slightly. What a day, they pondered about their luck.
"My name is Tengfei Qiao, and I am the class leader of first-year students, class A." Tengfei Qiao said with a slight pride.
"I am Shirong Gang"
"I am Taiwan Bohai"
"Senior brother, Bingwen Jianyu—we came here because the school had permitted us. And our exam is the single purpose for coming here. We do not mean any disrespect." Tengfei Qiao saluted.
"Oh, I see. The school had permitted you guys, huh." Bingwen Jianyu said mockingly. In fact, whatever they wanted to achieve was something heaven wouldn't even deny them. But the way Bingwen Jianyu spoke with arrogance showed something different. He even looked at them like he was the world's ruler; it was so indescribably explicit. Perhaps, his sixth sense told him he was the school principal.
At this point, the situation had already thrown Tengfei Qiao into a dilemma; deep down, he huffed in apparent resentment. However, Taiwan Bohai was busy grinding his snacks heavily; the loud noise continuously pierced everyone's ears. It was incredibly aggravating because the fool was disturbing the entire discussion. But he wasn't even bothered at all. His snack was more important than the arrogance of Bingwen Jianyi—he encouraged himself.
Instantly, Bingwen Jianyu frowned as he smacked his head. It was like anchoring a ship; the whole episode was noisy and funny. Taiwan Bohai erupted in great fury. At this moment, Taiwan Bohai thought: 'if he could have his way, he wouldn't mind dealing with that arrogant fool. What made him think he was superior to them?'
"Why did you do that? The school says no bullying. So do you want to be expelled?" At the same time, only this lame excuse was the best Taiwan Bohai could come up with—nothing else. After all, he was also afraid. They were their juniors, and they stood at their territory as well. They could do anything to them and pretend that it never happened. The most evident was the calm demeanor of Bingwen Jianyi after the irredeemable slap.
Bingwen Jianyu still looked calm and unwavering. In fact, he even smiled as though nothing had happened. But that smile looked dangerously insidious.