Chapter 7: The Consequences of Angering a Deity
“Mn… I understand…”
Long Qinxin’s heart was pierced by words that seemed harmless but were actually excessively sharp. She clutched her chest and, in a daze, returned to her seat.
Even after returning to her seat, Long Qinxin was still bothered by the girl’s words.
“People who love me? … I don’t have any of those anymore…”
Long Qinxin slumped down, curling into a ball at her seat, like a wounded cub hiding in a dilapidated shelter, whimpering helplessly.
She no longer had anyone who loved her or whom she loved; only endless regret remained.
Lu Zhiyin glanced at the curled-up Long Qinxin from the corner of her eye, then quickly refocused her attention on dealing with those curious about Ouyang Qing.
She still didn’t feel any joy; hurting Long Qinxin didn’t seem to make her happy.
She had tried hard to become bad, but in the end, she wasn’t someone whose heart was inherently wicked, unable to draw pleasure from the suffering of others.
Sunlight shone from outside the classroom into the corridor, and then through the glass, reflecting on Lu Zhiyin’s grayish-white hair.
Lu Zhiyin reached out with one index finger, idly playing with the scattered strands of hair hanging by her face.
The hair wound around her finger, much like the inexplicable annoyance in Lu Zhiyin’s heart, disturbing her mood.
In the corner of the classroom, Long Qinxin had finished crying. She wiped away her useless tears and discreetly observed the girl’s profile, backlit.
“She really… looks so much like her…”
Long Qinxin remembered the person she had deeply loved in the past once again.
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She longed for someone to love her, to be able to love someone.
She wasn’t the only one with this thought; rather, all the female leads, except Zhu, longed for love.
Her parched soul oppressed her brain, and Long Qinxin had a shameful thought: she wanted the new transfer student, Lu Shiyu, to become Lu Zhiyin’s replacement.
She was completely unable to cast aside her feelings.
Long Qinxin felt she was broken… ah, she had been broken for a long time, since the moment Lu Zhiyin died… No, it wasn’t that, it was even earlier, perhaps she had already collapsed when she fell in love with Lu Zhiyin…
With the guilt for her deceased beloved filling her chest, Long Qinxin closed her eyes.
Lu Zhiyin, still dealing with the crowd, was unaware of Long Qinxin’s thoughts. She remained busy building her persona as a helpful and approachable person.
It wasn’t until the class bell rang that the crowd finally dispersed.
“…Hoo…”
With a long sigh, Lu Zhiyin let go of the hair tangled around her fingertip. She tidied her hair slightly and then returned to her textbook.
Admittedly, dealing with crowds was still a bit difficult for her, but at least it wasn’t the impossible aspiration it once was.
The first class ended quickly. During the ten-minute break, Lu Zhiyin looked back at Long Qinxin several times. Seeing that Long Qinxin showed no unusual behavior, Lu Zhiyin breathed a sigh of relief. She continued to immerse herself in the world of knowledge, occasionally answering questions from students who came to her.
Soon it was the break between the second class. Ouyang Qing had finally woken up from her sleep. She strolled lazily into the classroom, and the break was more than half over, with most students already back in their seats.
The sunlight today was particularly bright. Her golden, waist-length hair was still casually draped over her shoulders, looking even more radiant in the sunlight.
Her pale gold eyes held a hint of tiredness, exuding a languid aura.
Although she wore a simple school uniform just like everyone else, Ouyang Qing inexplicably appeared noble and imposing.
Notably, Ouyang Qing had a turtle doll tied to her waist with a thin red string.
The cheap doll slightly marred Ouyang Qing’s noble aura but also made her seem more approachable.
Lu Zhiyin’s gaze was drawn to the doll. She gripped the edge of her desk, her fingers pressing down hard.
Frankly, she hadn’t expected Ouyang Qing to wear the doll. What would she say later? Would it be praise or the usual mockery? Lu Zhiyin had no idea.
She was a little nervous.
This nervousness stemmed from Ouyang Qing’s divine status. Every move Ouyang Qing made could be a tremendous opportunity or disaster for Lu Zhiyin.
“Classmate Ouyang Qing, I like you!”
Before Ouyang Qing could return to her seat, the big boy Lu Zhiyin had encouraged earlier pushed through the crowd in the aisle and approached Ouyang Qing.
He had actually gone to confess boldly, holding a notebook worth over ten yuan from the school’s convenience store.
Well… After all, there were no flower shops in the school, so it was understandable.
“…He’s finished…”
Muttering to herself, Lu Zhiyin covered her forehead.
“…”
The tiredness in her eyes vanished, replaced by a sharp gaze that looked as if she was about to flay someone alive.
Ouyang Qing said nothing. She simply took a step back, and then the ceiling fan, along with a large chunk of cement and white paint, fell from the classroom ceiling.
The fan blades plunged into the boy’s body. Scarlet blood splattered, staining the ground and desks around.
Lu Zhiyin’s blue and white school uniform was splattered with red, and a bit of warmth also landed on her face.
“…”
Lu Zhiyin’s pupils dilated in shock. She hadn’t expected Ouyang Qing to deal with the boy who confessed to her in such a simple and brutal manner.
Ouyang Qing’s dangerousness in Lu Zhiyin’s eyes increased exponentially. Now, Lu Zhiyin completely dared not tease a deity.
“Hoo, quickly, quickly call 120, and help carry away the ceiling fan. I’ll go inform the teacher.”
Feeling a slight sense of guilt, Lu Zhiyin did not forget to seize the opportunity to boost her reputation.
She began to direct the students who were stunned and bewildered by the sudden accident.
Under her direction, the situation was quickly brought under control. The ceiling fan and the fallen cement blocks were removed. Medical personnel soon arrived at the school and took the injured person away. The class teacher also came to the classroom to comfort everyone.
In order to take care of the students’ emotions and clean up the scene, the class teacher gave them a day off.
…
“Classmate Lu Shiyu, you are amazing.”
“Yes, how could you remain so calm in such a situation?”
Leaving the classroom, some students surrounded Lu Zhiyin, praising her composure.
“…Mm, it’s alright, it was just what I should have done.”
Lu Zhiyin replied perfunctorily to the students’ flattery while casting her gaze toward Ouyang Qing, who stood alone in a corner of the corridor in the distance.
She was closer to the scene of the incident than Lu Zhiyin, but unlike Lu Zhiyin, who was covered in blood, Ouyang Qing was clean, excessively clean.
Let alone blood, there wasn’t even a speck of dust.
Lu Zhiyin closed her eyes.
“Classmate Lu Shiyu, are you injured?”
A familiar voice awakened Lu Zhiyin.
She turned her head back, and the person who appeared in her vision was still Long Qinxin.
At this moment, Long Qinxin was looking at Lu Zhiyin with genuine concern.
In her perception, because Lu Shiyu looked exactly like Lu Zhiyin, she couldn’t help but worry about Lu Shiyu’s safety out of affection for the former.
“I’m fine, classmate. I’m not injured.”
With a faint smile in return, Lu Zhiyin left the crowd and walked toward Ouyang Qing.
She would rather face a deity than Long Qinxin.
“…”
Long Qinxin, having been brushed off again, clenched her fists.
Even though she had considered the idea of a replacement proxy, the other party didn’t seem to want to interact with her.
Long Qinxin didn’t know if it was her own imagination or if the other party genuinely disliked her for some reason. She was thrown into a state of dejection by the sense of defeat, unsure how to approach this transfer student who looked so much like the deceased.
