The Ace Girl of Campus Rebirth

"The god of death...'s sickle?" Yang Zijun was shocked. He was even more surprised and frightened than when he saw a sniper kill Sitong by the river and witnessed Sitong's strength with his own eyes.

Wu Zhiyue, whose face also changed drastically, inadvertently recalled Si Tong who had red eyes by the creek that day. She looked at Si Tong: "Tong Tong!?"

"No! This is impossible! No, it's possible!" Wei Qi looked at Si Tong as if by magic, Bianhua flew away, and a giant scythe appeared in her hand.

The legendary one, the scythe of death!

"Fake! It must be fake, hehehe." Wei Qi comforted herself.

"How could there be a Death God's Scythe? Everyone is so surprised. She is just bluffing." Wei Qi said plausibly.

When everyone heard it, they realized it was really the case.

A giant scythe appeared here in shock.

At best, everyone was surprised that Si Tong could do magic and conjured a giant scythe.

There is no way that Sitong will be connected with the God of Death or the God of Hell.

"That knife must be fake too, haha, isn't it just a fake knife without an edge?" Wei Qi had just finished speaking.

She suddenly felt a chill on her head.

Something crossed his head.

"Ah! Qiqi, your hair!" Wei Qi's friend exclaimed.

Just then, Si Tong held the giant scythe in one hand, as if what she held in her hand was just as light as a feather. She swiped the huge crescent-shaped sickle-shaped blade of the giant scythe across the top of Wei Qi's head.

"It hasn't been used for a long time. It seems that its sharpness has not diminished." Si Tong retracted the blade with one hand and gently rubbed his slender fingers on the crescent-shaped blade of the giant scythe.

This giant scythe is not only bladed, but also extremely sharp!

He was swept sideways by the giant scythe.

Just listen to a "swish" sound.

Wei Qi's head...

Bald!

The middle part of her hair and the high ponytail were all swept away by the giant scythe, as if her hair was being trimmed by a barber. A large piece of long hair in the middle was all cut off!

I don’t know whether Si Tong did it intentionally or unintentionally.

Wei Qi's hair on both sides was still there, but just in the middle, the black hair was shaved off.

Just like...

The bald teacher who teaches them business class has exactly the same hairstyle!

A teenage girl had her head shaved off on the spot!

"hahahahahahahaha!"

Those students who did not dare to approach here were shocked and confused when they saw Si Tong take out the giant scythe.

But seeing Wei Qi's head shaved bald, everyone burst into laughter.

A belly laugh kind of thing.

Yang Zijun, the watermelon-headed man, the group of people who were originally on Wei Qi's side couldn't help but snicker.

"You, you..." Wei Qi couldn't see her appearance. She held her cold scalp and cried angrily.

"Si Tong is a student in our class. You guys from other classes, get out!"

"That's right! Si Tong is the darling of our class. If you want to fight in a group, come on! Are there more people than you?"

The boys and girls in Sitong's class all stood up, rolled up their sleeves, and shouted with Wei Qi and others.

Si Tong frustrated Teacher Baldness, bought a lot of time for everyone to go out and play, and made everyone's life more fun. The classmates in the class have already regarded Si Tong as a god-like existence.

When Wei Qi and others saw this, they had no time to think about how the giant scythe was transformed by Sitong, and immediately ran away.

"Sitong, please lend me this thing of yours. I can use this instead of a sickle to harvest rice. It will be really fast!"

Seeing Wei Qi's group leaving, a boy in the class looked at the huge and cool scythe in Si Tong's hand and said with envy.

Si Tong blinked lightly, without holding back, and handed over the giant scythe.

"I'm coming!" The boy just caught the giant scythe and wanted to use the giant scythe to cut the rice in a graceful sweep like Sitong.

The person was crushed into the rice field by the huge death scythe.

"Oh! Let me go! How heavy is this thing? My belly is about to be crushed!" The boy howled.

Before Yang Zijun and others had gone far, several people turned around and were stunned.

Everyone heard Si Tong's cold voice, which sounded faintly:

"It doesn't weigh much, it only weighs five hundred pounds."