"You publicly attacked your teacher, Yan Ling, get to the office at once!"
Your brothers and sisters were full of refusal.
"Sister Yan, these beasts will definitely pick on you, don't go."
"Don't go, let's fight them!"
Someone held back Zhu Ling, preventing her from leaving. The director looked at them with hatred, wishing he could find a reason to kill them.
But for now, he had to deal with this troublemaker first.
"It's alright," Zhu Ling said calmly, "I'll be back soon."
With that, she walked straight out.
The director took her to the office, where several "teachers" in long robes were smoking. Men and women alike treated the office like a lounge, and a man and woman were flirting.
Seeing them enter, they first looked at Zhu Ling with wicked eyes, appraising her from head to toe, then smiled, "Who is this? She's quite good-looking. Old Wu, what trouble did she cause?"
"She hit the auntie by the apartment."
"So fierce?" The woman, whose robe was slightly exposed from being pulled, slid off the desk and walked towards Zhu Ling with a seductive gait, her eyes filled with jealousy. "Her skin is nice, really, it's so annoying!"
"Slap!"
"Ah!"
Everyone thought the woman had hit Zhu Ling, but it was the woman who cried out in pain.
As the woman was about to strike, Zhu Ling grabbed her hand and slapped her back with such force that the woman's fair, tender face instantly swelled.
"Ah! You bitch! I'm not done with you!" The woman lunged forward like a madwoman. Zhu Ling lifted her leg and kicked her away.
The woman crashed under the desk, whimpered twice, and fainted.
"You've gone too far!"
"Publicly assaulting a teacher, let's all go together and teach this little bitch a lesson," the director who brought her in shouted, rushing forward first.
Zhu Ling grabbed the small stool by her feet and brought it down on his head. In the eighth hour since arriving in this world, she had helped the original host achieve a quadruple kill.
Blood slowly trickled down the director's forehead. The others were astonished and even more enraged. In the past, anyone brought here would be beaten up by them, and if they were good-looking, they might even get some special treatment.
Zhu Ling's appearance was indeed top-notch, and someone had already set their sights on her, but unexpectedly, she turned out to be such a handful.
This only fueled their desire to abuse her. They also grabbed weapons, books, brooms, and thermoses, throwing them at her.
Zhu Ling skillfully blocked them and soon met the charging man. He held a heavy office chair, which swung precariously in his hand. Zhu Ling kicked him in the shin, causing him to kneel in pain and the chair to fly out of his hand.
It landed squarely on the director's head, who had already been injured. For the second time, he couldn't take it anymore and fainted.
The office erupted in a cacophony of bangs and crashes. A crowd of eavesdropping students gathered outside. When the office fell silent, they couldn't help but wonder what had happened.
The next second, the door opened.
"Stop!"
The men and women who were about to flee instinctively stopped and looked back at her with a hint of fear.
"Sis... Sister Yan, what is it?"
"You few, come in."
The men and women exchanged glances and tacitly walked towards her, entering the office together.
Upon seeing the messy and exciting scene inside, someone couldn't help but chuckle.
One of the girls walked over and stomped hard on the director. Another boy also kicked him a few times. He moaned in his unconscious state but did not wake up.
The others also took revenge for their grievances, stepping forward to beat the teachers who had oppressed them.
Zhu Ling waited for them to finish beating them before saying, "Strip their clothes and lock them in the detention room."
The few of them were stunned but quickly came to their senses, nodded, and began to carry out the orders.
The boys stripped the men, and two girls helped the female teacher, stripping her down to just a thin layer, took their communication devices, and then pushed them into the detention room.
Zhu Ling directed them with composure: "Lock the door, delete the surveillance footage. If anyone asks, say you don't know."
They nodded busily. One boy quickly went to delete the surveillance video and then turned back to say, "Sister Yan, I deleted the outside ones too. You should also say you don't know, otherwise, otherwise they'll get revenge on you."
"Mm, thank you," Zhu Ling smiled and nodded at him.
The little guy was quite clever.
But his parents...
Jiang Zhongyan still didn't know about his parents' death, nor that the Jiang family had used their flesh and souls to raise ghosts. He only wanted revenge on the person who had killed them, not even wanting to kill him, just to teach him a lesson.
So kind!
"Hey, what's your name?"
"...Jiang Yan," he smiled shyly. "Sister Yan, I, I'll go now."
This person was very special. Being near her made him feel comfortable and stronger. In fact, he didn't really want to leave.
But what if she found out he was a ghost...
Jiang Zhongyan then scurried away.