Bibi Dong's pride would never allow her to back down at a time like this.
[Pope]: "I am the Pope of Spirit Hall. So what?"
[Pope]: "You bunch of spineless rats who hide your faces, go on and keep hiding. Just make sure I don't find out who you really are!"
The moment this message, brimming with murderous intent, appeared, everyone in the group was taken aback.
Nobody had expected this lofty Pope to actually admit her identity in this tiny Chat Group.
After sending the message, Bibi Dong no longer felt like continuing the lesson.
With a livid face, she casually tossed the pointer, which she had bent out of shape, onto the lectern.
"That's all for today. Class dismissed."
Leaving those words behind, Bibi Dong strode out of the classroom in her high heels without looking back.
All that remained was a group of students staring at one another in bewilderment.
The atmosphere in the classroom was so oppressive it was frightening. Quite a few students whispered among themselves.
"Did something upset Her Holiness the Pope today?"
"Why does she look so furious? She scared me half to death."
Only Hu Liena watched Bibi Dong's retreating figure, then lowered her eyes to the avatar in the Chat Group with the nickname "Pope."
Quick-witted as she was, she instantly guessed who the real person behind that nickname was.
Sitting by the window, Qin Feng only now fully recovered from the joy of his increased strength.
With a thought, he opened the Chat Group interface and glanced at it.
"Holy crap."
Qin Feng exclaimed to himself. Bibi Dong had just openly revealed herself!
But on second thought, with this Pope's proud and arrogant temperament, it would've been a miracle if she'd swallowed the insult after someone pointed at her and cursed her to her face.
Still, these nicknames were way too obvious. It was only a matter of time before someone figured them out.
Meanwhile, in the Chat Group.
Bibi Dong had originally thought that as soon as she revealed herself as the Pope of Spirit Hall, these lowly ants would be so terrified they'd fall silent.
But she had clearly underestimated the power of anonymity on the internet.
[Pope]: "What right do you have to talk about this Pope?"
Not only had she failed to intimidate them, she'd drawn even more vicious mockery.
[I Have No Mom]: "Oh, what a mighty official you are! If you've got the guts, crawl through this screen and bite me!"
[Gentle Fire Dragon]: "So what if you're the Pope of Spirit Hall? We're not allowed to talk about the ugly things you've done? What a joke."
Watching the words flash across the screen, Bibi Dong stopped in the corridor, so furious she nearly ground her teeth to dust.
These people were hiding behind the fact that none of them knew one another's true identities, so they spoke with absolutely no restraint. They were utterly detestable.
She forced herself to calm down, fixing her gaze on the two people whose hostility toward her was strongest.
One was "I Have No Mom," and the other was "Gentle Fire Dragon."
Those two definitely had a grudge against her.
Who was this "I Have No Mom"?
Such a sharp, vicious way of speaking, and not the slightest reverence for the Pope's status.
The "no mom" part was a very obvious clue.
And that "Fragrant Fox" who had tried to speak up for her sounded like a term of endearment used by someone close to her.
Back in the study of Pope Palace, Bibi Dong had only just taken her seat in the luxurious chair when an announcement came from outside.
"Teacher, Liena requests an audience."
At the sound of that voice, Bibi Dong's heart gave a sudden jolt, and she realized the truth.
That "Fragrant Fox" was none other than her prized student, Hu Liena.
"Come in."
The doors swung open, and Hu Liena hurried over to the desk, respectfully bowing.
Then an indignant expression appeared on her pretty face.
"Teacher, the people in that Chat Group are simply awful!"
"They actually dared to talk about you like that. I wish I could drag them out right now and teach them a lesson."
Bibi Dong sat upright in her broad-backed chair, once more assuming her usual noble, icy demeanor.
She lifted her delicate chin slightly and spoke in a calm voice:
"They're nothing but clowns yapping. Why would this Pope care about idle gossip?"
Though she said that, Bibi Dong was already plotting furiously in her heart.
If she got the chance, she would have to drag out every one of those insolent fools, especially "I Have No Mom" and "Gentle Fire Dragon." She would make them wish they were dead.
Hu Liena naturally couldn't see through her teacher's thoughts, and merely nodded obediently.
"Teacher, this Chat Group is really quite extraordinary."
"I looked into it carefully just now and discovered that besides letting people talk to one another from afar, it can even send photos and red envelopes, among other things."
At that, Bibi Dong raised an eyebrow, intrigued by this novel feature.
Seeing this, a sly glint flashed in Hu Liena's eyes.
She shook her pink fist angrily and said with righteous indignation:
"Those people kept insulting you, calling you an ugly hag and saying no man would want you, didn't they? We can't let them get away with that. We have to give them a taste of their own medicine and wipe those smirks off their faces!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Hu Liena began operating the screen.
During class earlier, she had been sitting in the front row and had just happened to capture her teacher's stunning figure from the side as she taught.
"Ding!"
A high-resolution picture suddenly appeared in the group.
In the image, Bibi Dong's fitted, dark-purple gown accentuated her graceful elegance.
Beneath the high slit in the skirt, her long, shapely legs, tightly wrapped in black stockings, were crossed together, their curves exquisite to the extreme.
The allure of a mature woman and her stunning beauty seemed almost to spill out of the screen.
A perfect little treat of a photo.
Bibi Dong was instantly stunned when she saw it.
"You..."
She had never imagined that her usually dignified, imposing student would pull a stunt like this.
Sending a picture of her legs to that filthy group—what kind of behavior was that?
But the picture had already been sent, and the Chat Group didn't seem to have a recall option.
Bibi Dong let out a helpless sigh.
What was done was done. She could only let it go.
Her gaze returned to the screen. Looking at the frozen image, Bibi Dong was, in truth, absolutely confident in her looks and figure.
Her beauty was beyond compare. How could those tacky women measure up?
She wanted to see what harsh words those clueless country bumpkins could come up with after seeing the photo.
She looked forward to wiping the smirks off the faces of those loudmouths. Just what did they have that could compare to her?
At that moment, in the Chat Group, everyone had been arguing at the top of their lungs. But after seeing the picture—
The group fell into an eerie silence.
Then a string of symbols frantically flooded the screen.
[I Have No Mom]: "???"
[Bunny Eats Radish]: "???"
[Gentle Fire Dragon]: "???"
[Douluo People Don't Deceive Douluo People]: "???"
As Qin Feng sat in the classroom at Spirit Hall Academy, the system's mechanical voice suddenly rang out in his mind once more.
[Ding! Detected Chat Group activity reaching its peak. Congratulations, host! You have received an activity reward: ten blind-box red envelopes.]