Every time Feng Xiaohe sent her younger sister Feng Xiaona off to school, a shadow of worry would creep onto her brow.
She often blamed herself.
“I’m sorry, Xiaona. If your big sister worked a little harder, we could rent a place closer to your school. Then you wouldn’t have to wake up so early every day and waste all that time on the road.”
And every time, Feng Xiaona would answer with a pure, radiant smile:
“As long as I’m with you, no distance is too far. I’m already happy like this.”
Thirty kilometers. That was the distance from Xiaona’s home to her school.
About once a week, the man driving Xiaona to school would change. Sometimes it was a Land Rover, sometimes a BMW, occasionally a Mercedes.
Today, a man in a Honda took her to school.
Like all the others, he kept stealing lecherous glances at her sister’s legs. Feng Xiaona clenched her small pink fists, silently vowing to study hard, make a name for herself, and never let her sister bow to hardship again.
Coincidentally, today was the third monthly exam—another chance to prove herself.
As the top student in her grade, Xiaona didn’t feel the slightest anxiety about the test. If anything, she was thrilled.
The thought of her sister’s joyful smile when the results came out warmed her heart. To Xiaona, that smile was the only real value she could create.
With twenty minutes until the exam, she was the first to enter the classroom.
“Well, well, if it isn’t Xiaona.”
A shrill, mocking voice drilled straight into Feng Xiaona’s ears.
It was the Delinquent Trio—three classmates who had no love for studying. Delinquents they might be, but their grades were always decent, ranking in the upper-middle tier.
Not because they worked hard. In their eyes, all it took before an exam was to flash a little skin, and some boy would slip them a cheat sheet.
Brazen and domineering, they were like hyenas on the African Savannah, always moving in packs, bullying anyone who rubbed them the wrong way and delighting in it.
Feng Xiaona was no fool. She could tell she was their target today.
“Xiaona, top of the grade, so impressive. You must study real hard, huh?”
“You’re sitting in front of us today. How about helping us out a little during the test?”
Their flippant voices made Xiaona sick to her stomach. But she didn’t want trouble, so she forced herself to say:
“Of course. Classmates should help each other.”
They shot her a look that said, “Smart you know what’s good for you,” and for a moment, it seemed Xiaona had dodged the bullet.
Unfortunately, hyenas never stop at a single concession. Give them an inch, and they’ll take a mile.
“You always get first place, Xiaona. You wouldn’t happen to know the questions ahead of time, would you?” The girl with painted nails sneered.
“Maybe she’s got some kind of private ‘arrangement’ with Teacher Liu.”
“Could be more than just Teacher Liu. Maybe that fat slob Wang is in on it, too.”
“Tsk, tsk.”
They laughed uproariously.
Feng Xiaona, the model student every teacher praised, resolved to endure it. Getting angry was just punishing yourself for someone else’s faults.
She wore a mechanical smile and stayed silent.
“What’s with that look on your face?”
“Big sisters, please, just stop it, okay?” Xiaona’s voice trembled slightly.
“Who’s your ‘big sister’?! Don’t make us sick. We’re nothing like that whore sister of yours.”
“Yeah, yeah! Her sister’s a total whore. Different car every day—she changes boyfriends faster than she changes her panties. She’s probably got HIV by now!”
“Hahaha! No problem there!”
Calm down…
Must stay calm…
Feng Xiaona clenched her fists, ready to turn and walk away. They bullied plenty of people. If she just endured today, they’d soon get bored and go torment someone else.
“Xiaona’s sister is a high-class hooker! All she does is moan and writhe in men’s arms for a living.”
“Oh no, not there~”
“Mmm, more, I want more~”
“Hahahaha.”
Their voices grew wilder and more brazen by the second. The other students just watched like it was some kind of sideshow.
And amidst such vile language, Feng Xiaona’s heart shattered into pieces.
Her sister’s smile was so warm, so holy. Every day after school, she would be there waiting at the gate.
In Xiaona’s eyes, her sister was an angel without wings.
—I’m sorry. No matter what, I can’t let anyone insult you like this.
Feng Xiaona suddenly spun around, walked straight up to them.
“What, Xiaona, you wanna fight?”
The nail-polished girl looked utterly disdainful. As the girlfriend of the School Tyrant, she went through life with her nose in the air, acting as if she were above all laws, and constantly bragged about losing her virginity.
The other two spent their after-school hours hanging out in bars, always spouting catchphrases like, “I smoke, I drink, I have tattoos—but I’m still a good girl.”
By now, the whole class was staring at them.
Facing these three girls alone, Xiaona knew she would get hurt. But if anyone insulted her sister, then even if it cost her life, she would put out their eyes.
In a flash, a fountain pen appeared in Feng Xiaona’s hand. Without an ounce of hesitation, she drove it straight at the face of the girl who’d first called her sister a “whore.”
She aimed for the eye.
They said her sister was a whore—which meant they had eyes but couldn’t see. In that case, those eyes didn’t deserve to exist.
The move was so fast, hardly anyone saw what happened.
And so tragedy unfolded.
The fountain pen plunged into the left eye of the girl dating the School Tyrant. Then Feng Xiaona pulled a utility knife from her pocket and slashed at the other two.
Normally they were ruthless, even dragging other girls by the hair and shoving their heads into toilets.
But faced with Xiaona’s reckless, desperate ferocity, an unfamiliar fear rose inside them—fear of the bookworm they’d always looked down on.
The utility knife’s blade sliced across a girl’s face with ease.
Feng Xiaona had never had any formal martial arts training, but she knew to strike at vital points.
And the face was a vital point.
“AHHHHHHH!”
In mere seconds, Xiaona had viciously attacked two of them. The third girl kicked her hard in the stomach, then grabbed her hair and slammed her forehead against the corner of a desk.
A searing pain spread across Xiaona’s scalp, but instead of wincing, her smile twisted even more.
She endured the agony of her hair being yanked, tightened her grip on the utility knife, and stabbed toward the girl assaulting her.
At that point, the other students finally stopped being spectators. A group of them held Xiaona back while another group restrained the three girls.
Compared to the Delinquent Trio, Xiaona’s injuries were superficial at most. The trio, however, were a sorry sight. One’s face was slashed with several deep cuts, nearly disfigured. Another had a fountain pen embedded in her eyeball, blood running down from the corner. Only the third girl got off lucky—she’d just suffered a few harmless little nicks on her hand from the blade.
“This is not over! Anyone who dares insult my sister, I’ll make you pay with your life!”
Feng Xiaona’s icy voice drifted through the air like a vengeful spirit seeking souls.
“What’s going on here?!”
Just then, the homeroom teacher walked into the exam room, arms full of test papers, and saw the whole scene.
