Chapter 43 (1/2)

Send Clothes to the Bathroom

Translated by newbienoona

Edited by anks

An Chuxia’s body is covered in cream: her shirt, her skirt. There’s so much cream, she’s embarrassed.

But the girl has the audacity to be aggrieved for getting a drop of cream on the edge of her shoe!

“But I’ve already apologized,” the girl says, talking back. “But you… hasn’t your mother taught you any better?”

“Don’t you ever talk about my mother!” An Chuxia reacts and quickly grabs the girl’s wrist.

The girl realizes An Chuxia is strong especially when she’s angry. An Chuxia’s vice-like grip makes her feel like she’s broken her wrist, and drawing her hand back might hurt even more.

“Ah!” The girl gasps for air and snaps. “Let go, you crazy girl!”

“Who are you calling crazy?” An Chuxia shoots the girl a frosty gaze. “Did your mother teach you to bully others so you can call them crazy?”

Her disdainful tone shames the girls siding with the bully, but one by one, the girls approach her. “An Chuxia, put down your dirty hands!”

Dirty hands?! An Chuxia focuses on her hand. The cream and the dark chocolate cake covering her fingers truly make her look filthy.

“My hands are cleaner than you!” An Chuxia says to the girl who’s staring. “Who taught you right from wrong? Don’t tell me it’s your mother!”

An Chuxia would never stoop so low as to shame parents, but the other girl started it.

“You’ve got a sharp tongue!” The girls rush as a group.

Unlike boys who rely on the strength of their fists, girls fight by pulling strands of hair, and scratching and slapping faces.

The cafeteria staff retreat to the sides, seeming accustomed to such situations. No one intends to diffuse the situation. They’d rather turn a blind eye than lose their jobs because of who started the fight.

An Chuxia is quick to avoid a slap on the face, but she accidentally steps on a plate and slips. She quickly grabs the side of a counter to steady herself. If she falls, she knows they’ll kick her.

Despite her attempts, the girls take advantage of her fall and start pulling her hair with vengeance.

Xiao Mingluo impulsively rushes to help An Chuxia. He just waited for Han Qilu to get through the swarm of girls pulling An Chuxia apart. Han Qilu reaches for her and immediately scoops her up in his arms.

The girls attacking An Chuxia don’t realize it’s Han Qilu. By the time they are cognizant, he has already elbowed them aside to the tables. No one was spared, including Meng Xiaonan, who was shoved away forcefully.

The rest of the girls finally retreat.

“Mingluo, I’m taking her to the music classroom!” Han Qilu states as he secures An Chuxia’s hands between her legs so she won’t escape his grip.

“You… .” An Chuxia is surprised he came to her rescue.

Wait… where the hell is Xiaonan?

Chuxia starts looking around when Han Qilu presses his head against hers. “Don’t turn.”

But as he orders her, their heads accidentally bump against each other.

“I’m sorry!” An Chuxia says in embarrassment. “I just thought I’d really lose that fight.”

“Don’t worry, you will get even,” Han Qilu says as they quickly stride out from the canteen to a sparsely populated area.

By god, someone will help her get even. Those girls will pay the price!

“Where are you taking me?” An Chuxia realizes they are leaving the building. “Put me down! I’m not hurt, and I can walk on my own!”

Other than feeling some pain on her face and where her hair has been pulled, she feels fine. She would have fought them off if Han Qilu didn’t interfere. Her heart is disturbed [with his intervention].

But what matters is that he helped her, and she would’ve gotten much joy even if she lost.

Han Qilu stops in his tracks to stare at An Chuxia’s serene face. She looks like she’s not been attacked by a bunch of crazy women. She shows no sign of weakness after being bullied.