Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

"When will you clean your hair until there is no more hair? When will your duty end?"

Yun Si faced her calmly, slowly folding her arms and showing no expression.

"oh?"

"I remember, according to the schedule, you were supposed to be on duty today, right?"

"What? Is the monitor planning to abuse his power?"

The female monitor slapped the table coldly.

"Just do what I ask you to do, where does all this nonsense come from!"

"If you don't do it, get out of here and don't stay in this class."

After the words fell, no one in the class spoke.

All was silent.

Deathly silence.

Yun Si's eyes without a smile glanced around, and the curvature of the corners of her lips seemed to be absent.

"Let me be on duty, okay"

"Since it is for this class, of course I am willing."

"But before I serve this class, can I ask, who made my desk like this?"

The pretty and fair girl's tone was half-smiling, nonchalant, but also filled with a hint of pressure.

It was obvious that she was asking everyone, but her eyes were always on the female monitor.

Slowly come closer, come closer, come closer again.

Someone wanted to secretly stretch out his foot to trip her, but she didn't want to, so she stepped on it with a smile.

"ah--"

It screamed like a killing pig.

The girl's bones seemed to be broken.

The female monitor's expression changed.

"Yun Si! Do you dare to hurt your classmates!?"

The girl suddenly realized it and covered her mouth in surprise.

"Yeah, sorry."

"I just saw a leg lying across here, motionless. I thought it was a prosthetic leg."

"I'm so sorry."

The girl hugged her legs and her face turned pale with pain.

"Ah - it hurts - it hurts -"

It really hurts, I feel like my bones have been trampled to pieces.

"Hey... Xiaofu, how are you... how are you?"

The classmates next to me quickly called the emergency phone.

The female monitor was completely angered by her attitude and took out the electric baton from under the desk.

"What the hell is your tone!? Bitch, if I don't teach you a lesson, I--"

"Mao Xiaoli!"

Wen Yiyi, the head teacher, let out a loud roar.

The movements of the female monitor instantly froze in mid-air.

Wen Yiyi really wanted to kill this disobedient thing.

Now is the time for the student union's inspection, and she wants to target the new arrivals without seeing if now is the right time.

Well now, I was caught red-handed.

Wen Yiyi really wanted to strangle her to death.

Everyone looked towards the front door.

There, a handsome young man wearing a peaked cap stood there, with a red badge hanging on his left arm and a pale expression.

And behind him are all the members of the student union.

The early morning sun shone gently on his shoulders. He was wearing a black T-shirt, his complexion was cold white, and his delicate and indifferent eyebrows seemed to be dyed with a faint holy light.

He just put his pocket in his pocket and watched the farce calmly, his eyes dark and deep.

I don’t know how long I stood there and watched.

Mao Xiaoli's electric baton suddenly fell to the ground.

Everyone was silent.

In this school, the student union has more power than the teachers.

Even the head teacher has no right to interfere in the student union's inspections. He can only stand in the back with a pale face.

Fan Yunshi and Jiang Tianhao, as vice presidents of the student union, also wear red badges on their left arms and hold checklists in their hands.

Standing behind, Fan Yunshi's hand tightened her pen in an instant.

There seemed to be a trace of panic.

Mao Xiaoli no longer looked as arrogant as before. She hurriedly stuffed the electric baton on the ground back into the drawer, and then sat down again.