Don't Provoke Those With a Richer Vocabulary Than You

The others who had already woken up, along with Zhao Yijiu, stayed up until dawn, except for Yu Xing.

Yu Xing had indeed fallen asleep again.

But no one bothered him; they all seemed to maintain a strange tacit understanding, even Wen Qinghuai, who only had a vague understanding of each member of the team, seemed to be tacitly aware of it.

Taking advantage of this time, Zhao Mou recounted their findings to Zhao Yijiu. Since they relayed each new intelligence to members who were not present, Zhao Mou felt like a student reviewing for an exam.

Before class, Yu Xing crawled out of bed, rubbed his temples, stretched, and lazily pulled out his morning textbooks, along with his homework and a few pens, before hastily stuffing them into his backpack.

Zhao Yijiu's breathing was noticeably heavier than usual, as if breathing was a very tiring thing. His bloodshot eyes hadn't faded. As everyone left the dormitory together, he silently lowered his eyelashes, looked at the ground beneath his feet, and slowly walked behind.

Qu Xuanqing would definitely agree; anyone who truly considers Qu Xuanqing a companion knows this. Even if she did have pain sensation, let alone no pain, she could still stab herself a few times without batting an eye.

Zhao Yijiu was just a little unhappy.

He's still too weak, so weak that his teammates have to hurt him to heal him. Although the level of the Dead Silent Island event is indeed ahead of his level as a strategist... he's different from ordinary recommenders. He's been exposed to the power of ghosts since he was very young, so he shouldn't be this useless.

"Why think so much?" Zhao Mou suddenly slapped his younger brother on the back with a loud thud. He couldn't tell whether his brother's back hurt more or his own hand.

Seeing Zhao Mou's face stiffen and his hand silently retract, Zhao Yijiu thought, "..."

"Ahem." Zhao Mou felt embarrassed, but he was thick-skinned after all. He cleared his throat and gently patted his younger brother again. "You're just carrying too much of a burden. Subconsciously, you feel you should be able to stand on your own. That's a manifestation of your extreme insecurity from your childhood. But now you have teammates. How should I put it... teammates are meant to be used!"

"If Qu Xuanqing refuses you, of course we'll immediately think of other ways, but as long as she's willing to help you, you shouldn't feel burdened. A Jiu, do you understand?"

The person who understands Zhao Yijiu best is definitely Zhao Mou. He can be considered Zhao Yijiu's mind reader. Zhao Mou can always know what his brother, who has such a poker face, is thinking immediately.

As the corridor grew busier, Zhao Yijiu turned her gaze to Zhao Mou, saying with a hint of insincerity, "You're overthinking it. I'm just feeling unwell after being affected by the pollution; I have no burdens."

Yu Xing listened to their conversation from the side and a smile curled up at the corners of her lips.

He wanted to finish the school instance as soon as possible, as the team members were not in good condition and needed to exit the instance quickly to make adjustments.

Ultimately, Zhao Yijiu's melancholy was ruined by Qu Xuanqing.

The group entered the classroom and, sure enough, saw that the students who had all died during the previous night's evening self-study session had returned to the class.

They acted as if nothing had happened, having no recollection of last night's events, as if it were just an ordinary evening study session. No, not only last night's events, but their entire memory of yesterday had vanished.

They remained quiet and subdued during class, but happily vented all their negative emotions on Oliver after class. However, this time, Oliver's attitude was no longer as cowardly and yielding as before.

When class ended, Zhao Yijiu went to find Qu Xuanqing on his own, and then Qu Xuanqing pulled him out of the classroom, and they went somewhere unknown.

The classroom was noisy. The girl who had once been liked by Oliver walked over, encouraged by her friends. She smiled sweetly at Oliver, intending to use his affection for Oliver to play a trick on him and make everyone laugh.

Yu Xing rested his arm on the table, propping his chin up as he watched the show. He remembered that the girl's name was Ao Fu, which sounded very similar to Oliver.

The white-haired girl lay sprawled on the table, seemingly uninterested in everything once again.

Ao Fu walked over, bent down, tilted her head to look at Oliver's face, which was hidden by his long hair, and said with a smile, "Oliver, it's me. Are you free after school today?"

"If you'd like, I'd like you to come with me to the library. I heard they've got new study materials, and doing that could help you get rid of those who bully you, right?"

"It's a promise~ I'll be waiting for you after school."

"Get out." Oliver's cold voice reached Ao Fu's ears through his hoarse throat.

"What?" Ao Fu was genuinely stunned. She was certain that Aoyi liked her, and people like her who were cowardly, timid, and withdrawn were usually more persistent in their affections. Moreover, being invited by someone they liked could only make them feel blessed and overjoyed.

But what did she hear?

"Don't flatter yourself, do you think I like you?" Oliver may have truly been afraid of all of this, afraid of the gaze of others, and tormented by the violence of being bullied without cause.

That loneliness was the source of fear, but once he was no longer lonely, everything was different.

He slowly raised his head, and once his fear was gone, that chilling, ominous aura emanated even more unrestrainedly, sending a shiver down Ao Fu's spine.

"You just disgust me, agreeing to things for me without asking, and then mocking my wild ideas after school, isn't that right?" He stared at his prey like a venomous snake... perhaps the prey wasn't very palatable, so the snake's gaze was filled with intense loathing. "And then, the idiots with you will laugh gleefully, thinking you've done something amazing, like providing them with laughs."

The surrounding students fell silent, listening blankly as Oliver spoke in such a malicious tone.

They weren't even angry for a moment, because they were too shocked.

"You!" Ao Fu's face contorted, her fists clenched, and she raised her foot, wanting to kick Oliver's table hard.

But someone's foot got there first and kicked her in the shin.

Rebecca didn't hold back with her kick, causing Ao Fu to fall to the ground in pain. Her friends behind her covered their mouths, completely surprised that she would help Oliver.

"Sorry, I meant to kick the table, but you're way more deserving of a kick than the table. I couldn't resist and changed my target. Are you alright? Does it hurt?" Rebecca looked down at Ao Fu, her voice strong and clear, showing no sign of her original intention to kick the table. It was as if she was telling everyone that she did it on purpose.

She seemed much more arrogant than usual.

Only her "arrogant" gesture of gathering her hair behind her neck revealed her feigned composure.

After all, soon she would be included in the bullying sphere as one of the "thief, trash, jinx, and filth" by her classmates who had realized what was happening.

Even her close girlfriends would distance themselves from her, change their attitudes, despise her, and feel disgusted. Losing friendships is an inevitable process.

There's nothing we can do about it.

If not enough people awaken her memories, she will inevitably experience the pain of being bullied in many reincarnations.

But at least, those who know how to resist will never live worse than those who silently endure.

If anyone tries to bully her or Oliver, she will retaliate within the limits of the school rules. Even if she can't physically assault them like she did this time by kicking someone, she will still retaliate with even more vicious language if they insult her verbally.

Rebecca and Oliver exchanged a glance.

Having accumulated memories from so many reincarnations... those filthy words are already etched in my heart.

Oliver, in particular, as the victim of violence, probably heard more insults than he read in books.

The surrounding students reacted, and there was an uproar. Ao Fu clutched her leg and got up. The vice class monitor rushed over upon hearing the commotion.

He looked at Rebecca, puzzled. "What's wrong with you?"

Rebecca and her girlfriends were arguably the most united group in the class, and the vice class monitor didn't want to offend them for no reason.

"It's just what you see." Rebecca suppressed her panic, raised her head, and said arrogantly, "Ao Fu wanted to be the center of attention so badly, so I made her the center of attention. See, didn't I succeed?"

"The center of attention, huh..." Oliver chuckled coldly. "Maybe nobody wants to look at her normally, so she's desperately trying to show off. How pathetic."

"What did you say? What right do you, trash, have to talk to me like that!" Ao Fu was clearly a girl who cared a lot about her image. She was indeed good-looking, which gave her a sense of superiority in appearance.

"What right do I have?" Oliver stared at her, his dark circles making him look extremely sinister. "Just because you asked me out, and I told you to get lost."

"You're the kind of girl even trash like me wouldn't want."

Yu Xing chuckled to herself, thinking, "So that's why you shouldn't mess with people who are used to being bullied."

Their vocabulary and the depth of their Stab Heart are both the result of rigorous training.