"Give me a name, and I'll go finish him off right now."
Ye Xunzhi raised the two scalpels she had scavenged from the infirmary, one in each hand, and smiled harmlessly.
As the saying goes, the god of wealth watches from three feet above your head.
Anyone who dares touch my lady god of wealth now must die! Aaargh!
Fortunately, Fu Mu spoke up in time to stop the mutation taking place inside Ye Xunzhi's head.
"No, no. Nobody bullied me."
Her voice was still choked from crying, and she clearly had yet to recover from her earlier emotions. Fu Mu hurriedly wiped the tears from her face.
No, she was supposed to be looking out for Ye Xunzhi. How could she embarrass herself in front of her chief aide?
"I was just thinking about some family matters during PE, and I wasn't watching where I stepped, so I twisted my ankle."
Family matters, huh? Then there's nothing I can do.
As the saying went, even an upright judge struggled to settle family disputes. As an outsider, Ye Xunzhi could hardly get involved.
But looking at Fu Mu sitting all alone with red-rimmed eyes, she couldn't simply leave either. Something occurred to her, and she suddenly said:
"Wait here for a moment. I'll be right back."
Under Fu Mu's puzzled gaze, Ye Xunzhi raced out of the infirmary and returned about ten minutes later, carrying two bowls of wontons.
These were a thank-you gift from the vice principal after she had answered questions for him. They supposedly cleared heat and toxins, and were especially good at cooling tempers.
At least, according to him, after he had tea with a certain teacher surnamed Shi, the other man had slammed the table and shot to his feet.
After a disagreement over principles,