Chapter 32: Is She a Devil?

The second-floor bathroom was reached, with the faint sound of dripping water.

Tang Xiaowan had barely entered when she was surrounded by three girls—not just any girls, but the Invincible Sisters who had been punished that morning.

"Wow, arrived quite early, didn't you?"

Chen Siyao's words carried a hint of mockery as she blocked Tang Xiaowan's path with her arm, while Li Ying slowly closed the bathroom door, smiling eerily.

"Do you need something?"

Tang Xiaowan touched her nose, glancing around.

"Yes, exactly!" Chen Siyao, who was preparing to take something out, quickly responded.

No sooner had she finished speaking than Song Jiaqi took a small knife from Chen Siyao's hand and started waving it frantically at Tang Xiaowan. "What is your relationship with Li Zihan?"

The gesture was so awkward that Tang Xiaowan couldn't bear to look directly.

She immediately burst into laughter.

Was this huge fuss really about that?

Unexpectedly, he was quite popular among the girls!

"Spit it out, or I won't be nice."

"Do you like him?"

"So what if I do?"

"Oh." Tang Xiaowan lazily responded before starting to scrutinize her.

Slightly curly long hair, delicate makeup.

Although not as pale as herself, she was well-proportioned with curves in all the right places, definitely a beauty in the making.

"Not bad." Upon closer inspection, her gaze fell on an earring, a platinum diamond, followed by her neck, necklace, and the heart-shaped pendant.

Was that crystal? It seemed a bit...

"Hey, what are you looking at?"

Song Jiaqi felt like she was being teased, uncomfortable all over.

The knife in her hand began to tremble slightly.

"The way you hold that knife doesn't seem right, be careful. If you hurt that pretty little face of yours, that would be unfortunate."

Song Jiaqi involuntarily looked down.

Tang Xiaowan seized the moment to grab her wrist and forcefully twisted it, with a cracking sound.

Before anyone could react, there was another sound.

"Ah!"

The knife dropped to the floor and was swiftly caught by Tang Xiaowan, her actions so swift that the scream ceased almost as soon as it had started.

The three girls were visibly shocked.

Tears streamed down Song Jiaqi's face, her voice tinged with a sob, and dragging into a long plaintive cry, "Help, I think my bone is broken!"

Li Ying and Chen Siyao were lightly scared, watching Song Jiaqi ask for help but daring not to move.

"What should we do? Am I going to be..."

She broke off and started crying again.

Her appearance, pitiful as a tear-soaked figure.

"Nonsense, it's not broken at all."

Seeing Song Jiaqi still crying, Tang Xiaowan again grabbed her hand and shook it vigorously. "See, it's perfectly fine. What are you crying for, where is it broken?"

She then stuffed the knife back into her hand.

"Hold on to your weapon."

In fact, it had only been a dislocation, not an actual fracture; however, the sound was indeed very similar.

These little tricks were not new to Tang Xiaowan.

Naturally flexible, she often used this method to scare Grandma Tang and thus get out of going to school.

This was a memory embedded in her subconscious, helping her to escape the precarious situation.

"You just wait, I, I am going to tell..."

As Tang Xiaowan was about to open the door, she suddenly turned around.

Song Jiaqi shuddered in fright, and the words she had begun to say choked back.

"Considering that we are classmates, I'll let this pass for now, but dare to do it again..." Her gaze fell on the hand Song Jiaqi used to hold the knife, followed by a mischievous smile, "Not every time is so lucky; it would be troublesome if it can't be grabbed back."

Tang Xiaowan strolled out of the bathroom leisurely.

Only to hear a crying voice from behind, "My gosh, is she a devil?"

As she left the bathroom, Tang Xiaowan felt that something was off.

Was I pretty awesome just now?

That move was so cool, super handsome!

As she was gesticulating and indulging in her own thoughts, she suddenly remembered something important she hadn't done.

She hadn't gone to the bathroom yet!

...

Business Class A.

"Tang Xiaowan, let's be friends, okay?"

As the voice echoed, Tang Xiaowan, just reaching the classroom door, was pulled aside by someone.

"Sure!"

Her swift reply left Chen Yu at a loss for words, "You, uh..."

"What's your name?"

"I'm Chen Yu, nice to meet you."

"Pleasure to meet you, I'm Tang Xiaowan, but you can just call me Xiaowan."

"Okay, Xiaowan."

Tang Xiaowan stretched her head and glanced towards the last row, only to see her seat from the morning taken, furrowing her brows.

Luckily, there were two empty seats nearby, so she pulled Chen Yu and went in.

Her favorite spot, right next to the back door, was currently occupied by a boy.

His name was Chen Nan, known as the "Sleeping God."

He earned that title for being the most fond of sleeping in late in the class. Despite this, his intelligence was undeniable; even if he slept from the beginning to the end of classes, he still came out on top in exams.

At that moment, still in his dreams, he heard the sound of chairs moving beside him and lazily lifted his head, "Who is it! Didn't you see me sleeping, why the fuss?"

Tang Xiaowan ignored him and sat next to him with Chen Yu.

Her eyes narrowed and then adjusted quickly to the light.

Chen Nan, noticing this new girl with a very pretty face,

Her eyes were as moist as apricot kernels, particularly spirited.

Her hair was jet black, naturally cascading down.

But she was quite thin, with wrists so slender they seemed as though they could break at any moment.

Pitying and cherishing beauty is an instinct for men.

His initial anger quickly subsided.

However, Chen Nan's grumpiness from waking up prevailed, so he arrogantly asked Tang Xiaowan, lowering his voice purposely, "Hey, you're new here, what's your name?"

Seeing the boy pretending to be profound, Tang Xiaowan felt like throwing up.

"Why should I tell you?"

"Why?"

"We're not close, is that reason enough?"

"Woah, quite the feisty one!"

Seeing the situation, Chen Yu quickly tugged at Tang Xiaowan's skirt, "Actually, he is…"

"It's okay, don't be scared, he was wrong first."

What Chen Yu really wanted to say was that he was the top student in the grade, the type the teachers don't bother to manage.

He had a terrible temper, and other students dared not provoke him.

His self-given nickname was "Don't provoke me."

"Wow, quite bold with your words! Do you even know that this spot belongs to me? Allowing the two of you to sit here is already pretty generous, and now you get cocky?"

Tang Xiaowan was never afraid of threats.

Especially from those who are as skinny as a rail, resembling small roosters.

"Nonsense, I was sitting here this morning, didn't see you at all? Clearly, you took my spot, I didn't complain, and you still got the nerve."

During the conversation, Tang Xiaowan stood up, exhibiting a fearless demeanor.

"That's because…" Chen Nan began but stopped as he saw Tang Xiaowan reach her hand toward him, hurriedly gripping the edge of the desk, "What are you doing?"

"Please move your paw, it's in the way."

Chen Nan swiftly raised his arm then hugged himself tightly, "Don't mess around, this is a school, I can accuse you of harassment."

But all he got in return was a disdainful look from Tang Xiaowan.

At the same time, she took out a dark gray notebook from the drawer where Chen Nan was sitting, inscribed with three big characters on the cover, "Tang Xiaowan".