[Behind the School—Moments After the Fight]
The entire schoolyard felt frozen.
No cheering. No laughter. Just stunned silence. Five bullies lay scattered on the ground—some groaning, others too shocked to move. Their arrogance, their smirks, their confidence—shattered like glass beneath a boot.
And at the center stood Qiao Ning—small frame, soft features, pink sweater fluttering in the wind—with the aura of a wolf dripping in the blood of its prey.
Her chest rose and fell steadily.
No fear. No apology. Only cold, controlled fury.
Song Xiaoting stared with round eyes behind her giant glasses, whispering, almost in awe—"…She's terrifying."
Phones were already recording. Students whispered, breathing loudly in the heavy silence.
"Did she really beat five people alone?"
"She didn't even break a sweat…"
"This is NOT the same Qiao Ning…"
Somewhere someone gulped loudly.
And then—CLAP.
