Due to her tall stature, her seat had been placed in the middle of the last row. Normally, her desk was spotless, not a single book in sight. But now, it was covered in a chaotic array of books, smeared with ink, blackened like a pot of stew gone wrong.
The faint scent of ink lingered in the air.
The classroom was eerily quiet, with no one—neither the boys nor the girls—daring to speak. Even the teacher stood frozen at the podium, dumbfounded and speechless.
Tang Qianmiao stood beside the podium, her head tilted slightly, her usually languid gaze now piercingly cold. "Who did this?"
Her voice was calm, but the chill in it was unmistakable.
"I did." A brazen, defiant voice rang out.
In the next moment, a short-haired girl stood up. She wore pants under her school uniform skirt, a white shirt emblazoned with unique, rebellious designs, and chewed gum with an air of casual insolence. Her every movement exuded the aura of a street delinquent.
She was quite pretty, but her sharp edges made it hard for anyone to truly appreciate her beauty.
She glanced at Tang Qianmiao, then slowly sauntered over to her desk. Without a word, she kicked the desk over, grinding her foot into the scattered books beneath it.
Turning her head, she sneered at Tang Qianmiao, her grin arrogant and mocking. "Angry?"
Tang Qianmiao had never met this girl before. It was their first encounter.
But one look at her desk told Tang Qianmiao she was Lu Wanyu, the girl who had been absent for the past two weeks.
It wasn't that Tang Qianmiao had taken a particular interest in her. On her first day, a helpful classmate had briefed her on the class dynamics.
With well-meaning advice, she had been told to steer clear of Lu Wanyu—the class's queen bee and a notorious school bully, constantly causing trouble with a gang of delinquents. Teachers found her a constant headache.
Tang Qianmiao looked at her, a faint smile playing on her lips, her eyes calm. "May I ask why?"
Her words, though polite and accompanied by a smile, carried no hint of weakness or fear.
Lu Wanyu straightened, her gaze distant. "You don't know? Hmm? After all that's been done, now you're going to play dumb?" She sneered, her expression darkening. "Are you looking for trouble?"
She advanced step by step toward the podium, her cold eyes fixed on Tang Qianmiao. Addressing the others in the room, she commanded, "Close the doors, now!"
Terrified, a few students immediately shut both the front and back doors.
In the next instant, Lu Wanyu's eyes filled with malice, her hand reaching for Tang Qianmiao's collar, ready to grab her.
At that critical moment, the whole class collectively held its breath.
Just when they thought Tang Qianmiao was about to be thrown around, Lu Wanyu's wrist was suddenly caught mid-air by Tang Qianmiao, effortlessly held in a tight grip!
Lu Wanyu squinted, applying more force, but it was useless—she couldn't get anywhere near Tang Qianmiao's neck.
On the contrary, Tang Qianmiao held her wrist with ease, steady and calm, while Lu Wanyu's hand trembled.
Unwilling to back down, Lu Wanyu raised her other hand, but that too was swiftly captured by Tang Qianmiao.
Lu Wanyu let out a cold laugh, her entire being consumed by a violent, bloodthirsty energy. She struggled fiercely, but no matter how much force she applied, she couldn't break free from Tang Qianmiao's grasp, her legs even beginning to wobble.
Her innate competitiveness refused to let her concede defeat, and she quickly resorted to using her legs.
But just as she raised her leg, Tang Qianmiao threw her over her shoulder in one swift, merciless motion, slamming her to the ground with a loud thud.
The air in the room froze, terrifying the entire class.
The teacher hurriedly spoke up, panic in his voice, "Both of you, calm down, please! Talk it out, explain the situation. Tang Qianmiao, don't resort to violence, let her explain herself."
Tang Qianmiao's gaze remained composed and cool. "We'll get to the reason, but since she destroyed my desk, she has to pay the price."