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This Time, I'm Not to Be Messed With
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A dull pain throbbed at the back of my head, and the smell of disinfectant invaded my nostrils. I suddenly opened my eyes. This wasn’t a hospital; it was the school infirmary! I sat up and recognized the familiar desks and chairs, while students in uniforms rushed past outside the window. The calendar on the wall read September fifteenth!
My heart tightened! It was today! Zhao Qian had cornered me in the Equipment Room, beating me with punches and kicks, ripping off my jacket, and drawing a turtle on my face with a marker! That was the beginning of my lifelong nightmare! I had somehow been reborn to this day!
Hatred surged through me like a poisonous vine, wrapping around my entire being! In the mirror, I saw my sixteen-year-old self—pale and timid, with a swollen forehead. But within this shell, my soul was filled with the fire and resentment of my past life! Zhao Qian, Sun Rui, and that hypocritical Li Meng who pretended to mediate but secretly loved watching me suffer! You owe me, and I will collect every bit of it!
The door opened, and the school nurse handed me a cup of water. “You’re awake? Does it still hurt? A few classmates brought you here and said you accidentally bumped into something.”
“Accidentally?” I scoffed, my voice cold and hard. “I was pushed—pushed into the equipment rack.”
The nurse paused for a moment. “You…”
“I know who did it,” I interrupted him, my gaze icy. “Zhao Qian, Sun Rui, Li Meng. They deliberately locked me inside. Please notify the Dean; I want to see him right now. If the school doesn’t take action, I’ll call the police.”
My resolute tone left him no room for hesitation. “Please don’t get too worked up…”
“I’m very calm.” I stared at him. “I have evidence; they stole my phone, but the recordings haven’t been deleted yet. Either you call the Dean, or I’ll borrow your phone to call the police. You choose.”
This time around, I wouldn’t cry or beg for mercy!
The Dean arrived with a dark expression, followed by… Jiang Chen? He stood at the door with his hands in his pockets, his gaze sweeping over the injury on my forehead before his brow slightly furrowed.
In my past life, he was the school heartthrob up in the clouds while I was just mud on the ground. Our only “interaction” happened when he witnessed Zhao Qian and her friends pinning me down but didn’t even flinch as he walked away indifferently. At that time, I hated his coldness. Now that I think about it, why would mud expect a true god to come to its rescue?
The Dean asked sternly, “Lin Xi, you say someone pushed you on purpose?”
“Zhao Qian, Sun Rui, Li Meng.” I stated their names calmly.
“What’s your evidence?”
“Does a recording from my phone count?” I glanced at Jiang Chen at the door; he seemed surprised that I noticed him but didn’t look away. “Jiang Chen, you heard it too, right? The back door of the Equipment Room—those words before they pushed me inside and the sound of me hitting the rack.”
All eyes turned to Jiang Chen. He met my gaze with deep black eyes. “Yeah.” Just one word—clean and decisive.
The Dean’s expression changed. Zhao Qian’s family had some money; teachers usually let them off easy. But with Jiang Chen’s testimony, things were different.
“I’ll go get them!” The Dean immediately took action.
Zhao Qian and her friends arrived quickly, looking displeased and clearly flustered upon seeing Jiang Chen.
“Zhao Qian! Did you push Lin Xi into the Equipment Room?”
Zhao Qian jumped up angrily. “Bullshit! She bumped into it herself! Are you crazy?” Sun Rui followed suit with a scream: “Exactly! She doesn’t watch where she’s going!” Li Meng chimed in quietly from the side: “Yeah, Dean, we were just trying to help her when she started cursing at us.”
"The classmate Jiang Chen heard that!" the director shouted.
Zhao Qian glared fiercely at Jiang Chen, then squeezed out a pleading look. Jiang Chen ignored her, his gaze falling on me as if he were assessing something.
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