Chapter 336: Weird Flood (6)

【Countdown starts: 10, 9……】

Jiang Zhi considered until the last second, then chose ①.

【Please begin the performance.】

She pushed up her glasses and walked over slowly.

She walked up to Cheng Xiao and stopped; the shrill cries of the fat teacher being strangled by a rope came from nearby, his heels on the edge of the corridor railing outside, his body trembling from extreme fear, his hands tightly gripping the rope around his throat, snot and tears smeared across his face as he desperately begged for mercy.

"Don't… don't let go… I won't… I won't call anymore… please…"

Cheng Xiao heard the footsteps, gave Jiang Zhi a cold sideways glance, his right leg resting on the railing, elbow propped on his thigh, the rope wrapped around his wrist, the other end tied to the fat teacher.

He turned his face, his aggressive handsome face filled with gloomy malice, like a hellish Asura that chilled one to the bone.

Jiang Zhi's limbs went weak; looking at the rope in his hand strangling, she was terrified that the rope would wrap around her own neck.

Her raised fingers trembled violently; she struggled to hold back the urge to cry, pointing at the teacher hanging outside the railing, she said, "You, you're crazy? This is your teacher."

Her voice was weak and feeble, like a kitten lightly punching his chest—it didn't hurt at all, and even felt a bit itchy.

Cheng Xiao snorted, as if mocking her overconfidence, yet also as if amused by her, he threw his head back and laughed, doubling over.

The few lackeys behind him joined in, filling the corridor with their laughter.

After Jiang Zhi finished her line, she stepped back a few paces, already prepared to flee when they approached.

She would rather have her throat slit than be tortured by him into a fate worse than death.

Besides, dying with a rope around one's neck is too gruesome; she'd rather die beautifully.

Cheng Xiao, as he is actually named, is a typical problem‑school bully teen; his uniform hangs loosely on him, the jacket zipper never pulled up, the blue‑white uniform stained with black ink, looking grimy.

Ten of his classmates are his lackeys, obeying his every word; in the two days she's interacted with him, she's found his temperament truly insane—such a person would commit crimes even after leaving school.

Cheng Xiao, having laughed enough, simply handed the rope to a lackey behind him, then strolled over to her with his hands in his pockets.

Jiang Zhi avoided his fierce, menacing gaze, stepping back until her back hit the wall; the boy drew nearer, his shadow looming over her like a sky‑covering veil.

"A teacher? What he's done isn't something a teacher could do."

The scent he gave off wasn't unpleasant—a faint pine aroma, yet it carried a strong sense of compulsion.

Jiang Zhi's mind went blank for a moment, and she asked dazedly, "What did he do?"

Cheng Xiao didn't answer her question, leaned close to her glasses, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "Why aren't you crying today?"

The eyes behind her lenses, like black pearls, when she cried became wet and clear, the reddened corners looking irresistibly alluring no matter how you looked.

Last night he dreamed only of her; behind the glasses he'd taken off lay a face of breathtaking beauty.

Seeing the excitement in his eyes, Jiang Zhi felt a sudden jolt in her heart.

Mom, she'd run into a pervert!

She reached out to push him away, but as soon as she lifted her wrist he seized it, his grip strong enough to prevent her from breaking free.

"Loosen… let go." Jiang Zhi's eyes burned, she held back tears, her voice trembling.

Cheng Xiao's fingers hooked her pale jaw, forcing her: "If you cry, I'll let you go."

Jiang Zhi's pupils trembled, the slight lift of her neck revealing a fragile beauty, her lovely eyes brimming with tears, her nose sore, her body trembling uncontrollably.

When Cheng Xiao tried to pull off her glasses, another hand suddenly seized his arm, and a cold, low voice spoke.

"Cheng Xiao, enough."

The speaker was Yu Shian; his gold‑rimmed glasses hid the expression in his eyes, his dark‑tinged thin lips pressed together in an arc devoid of any emotion.

Cheng Xiao gave Yu Shian a gloomy, sideways glance and asked in a mocking tone, "Oh, what's up? The class monitor's also taken a liking to her?"

Yu Shian frowned: "Class is starting."

Cheng Xiao clicked his tongue, irritably released his grip, turned and walked away.

The few lackeys following him, seeing this, dared not act against Yu Shian and could only follow him out.

Jiang Zhi leaned against the wall behind her, breathing in short gasps, she swallowed her tears, straightened her glasses, and wanted to thank Yu Shian.

Yu Shian said nothing, didn't even glance at her, and walked away.

The corridor grew empty; Jiang Zhi rubbed her weak legs, her gaze falling on the fat teacher still hanging outside the railing.

He hung there, already bereft of breath.

The cleaning auntie arrived late but came, skillfully dragging the fat teacher down and leaving the corridor.

Jiang Zhi's eyes flickered.

Just now Cheng Xiao couldn't have left so easily, but because Yu Shian said "Class is starting," he let her go effortlessly and returned to the classroom.

Jiang Zhi also noticed that during these two days' daytime classes, every student in Class (4) sat in their assigned seats, with no early departures or tardiness.

Except for evening self‑study.

That's not normal.

For a class full of problem students, this simply couldn't happen.

What, then, is the reason making them so obedient?

Also, why did Cheng Xiao treat the fat teacher that way? From his words it seemed there was a reason.

Jiang Zhi wanted to find out what that reason was.

The class bell rang.

She trudged with heavy steps back into that dim, suffocating classroom.

Cheng Xiao had his legs crossed and resting on the opposite desk, his palm supporting a machete, his chin lifted, eyes narrowed as he looked in her direction.

Meanwhile, the black‑haired boy Wen Chijin sat in the corner, head down, eyes on his book, unaffected by any surrounding movement, seeming quite out of place.

Jiang Zhi ignored the scorching gaze of the blond Jiang Jize in the front row, opened her course material, and began to read earnestly.

Naturally, no one was listening to her read; the people in the classroom were either sleeping or chatting and horsing around, with the occasional sound of game buttons being tapped.

When the class ended, Jiang Zhi felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

As she stepped out of the classroom door holding her teaching materials, a voice full of smiles came from behind.

"Teacher~"

Her golden, shining short hair was especially eye-catching, and paired with that striking mixed-race beauty, everything about her made hearts flutter.

Jiang Zhi was the exception.

She wanted to pretend she hadn't heard, but the person behind her ran up and blocked her way.

"Why aren't you paying attention to me, Teacher Jiang?" Jiang Jize tilted his head, flashing the standard smile of a handsome manga boy, his captivating smoky-gray eyes gazing at her affectionately.

Those who didn't know would think he was deeply infatuated with himself.

Jiang Zhi blinked anxiously, "Sorry, I was lost in thought and didn't hear you."

Jiang Jize suddenly leaned in, "I really want to know what you're thinking, Teacher."