Ning Shu's yelling attracted the entire class's attention. Everyone looked at her as if she were a lunatic.
From their perspective, Ning Shu was like a rootless, unstable duckweed. An orphan with no support, she should have shrunk into a corner like a mouse, fleeing desperately at the sight of others. Yet here she was, baring her fangs and brandishing her claws! She truly didn't know her place.
At that moment, Ning Shu didn't care what people thought of her. Even if she was weak, she couldn't show it; acting weak would only invite more bullying. Those who were bare-footed had no fear of those wearing shoes. With no burdens to bear, Ning Shu could focus solely on completing her task.
As she turned on the faucet to wash her hands, someone suddenly grabbed her head from behind and began dragging her toward the toilet.
"Damn it! This little brat is so cocky, daring to injure An Rong like that!"
"Right! We need to get revenge for An Rong!"
Ning Shu looked at her captors and thought, here we go again—using the same old tactics. Did she really seem so easy to bully?
These people showed her no trace of politeness. A girl grabbed her hair and began slapping her violently.
Ning Shu seized that girl's wrist, causing her to freeze in shock. "You actually dare to fight back? Sisters, let's beat this bitch to death!" the girl shouted.
So many were ganging up on just her. What honorable behavior! Anger surged within Ning Shu. It seemed like it was time to test out her Taekwondo practice.
She lifted her leg and stomped down on the foot of the person holding her hair. The girl immediately cried out in pain, releasing Ning Shu's hair as she crouched down, clutching her foot.
"You bitch! Bitch…" The others in the group became furious. To them, a lowly person like her should remain still and obediently accept their bullying. How dare this brat resist?
Without saying a word, Ning Shu stepped up to the girl who had been cursing the most and slapped her twice with all her strength. The girl's face began to swell rapidly.
The girl was so shocked that she froze, and the rest of the group stared at Ning Shu in disbelief.
Seizing the moment, Ning Shu quickly kicked and hit them. The bathroom erupted in cries of alarm and angry curses.
"Beat this bitch to death…"
"Oww…"
The girls quickly regained their senses and rushed towards Ning Shu like a swarm of bees, punching and yanking at her. It was difficult for her to fend off four attackers with just her two hands. Ning Shu's face became scratched up, but her assailants didn't fare much better. When she wasn't pulling at their hair, she was yanking down their skirts.
The girls whose skirts were pulled down immediately cried out in alarm, stopping their assault to tug their skirts back up.
Ning Shu punched and fought back, her fingers filled with yanked-out hair, though a lot of her own hair was also pulled out.
It was incredibly painful. Ning Shu leaned against the wall, gasping for breath. The situation reached a temporary standoff.
These girls seemed intimidated by Ning Shu's fierce resolve, standing opposite her without making a move. Some rubbed their chests in discomfort, and several bore the marks of her claws on their faces, along with patches of hair lost to her grasp.
Ning Shu glowered at them. Those who met her gaze instinctively looked away.
Ning Shu spat, her face burning from the deep scratches.
She took one last look at them, then limped out of the restroom. The girls inside could only watch her leave, too scared to follow.
Ning Shu gritted her teeth. Her face throbbed painfully, and her head hurt so much that it felt numb. When she touched her head, she discovered it was bleeding. Fights between women were always chaotic, filled with hair-pulling.
She envied Ling Xue, who always looked so graceful in her movements and could dispose of opponents without needing to get close. Earlier, Ling Xue had knocked An Rong unconscious with just her spiritual pressure!
Ning Shu felt fortunate that she had the foresight to learn Taekwondo; otherwise, she would have been completely beaten up. Although she had still gotten injured, she had managed to retaliate against all those who usually bullied the original host, leaving their faces swollen like pig heads.
Ning Shu hobbled to the nurse's office. Her face needed treatment, or it would become disfigured. If the original host returned to her body only to find her face covered in scars, she would probably fall apart.
As always, the nurse's office was crowded, and all the patients were girls suffering from the same ailment: love-struckness.
When they saw Ning Shu's wretched appearance, expressions of respect appeared on their faces. She had actually sacrificed so much just to let the handsome school doctor treat her. What a strong mentality!
Ning Shu: …