"Damn!"
The green-haired guy's eyes nearly popped out of his head, unable to hold back the curse that slipped from his lips.
You don’t wake him up—you yank him awake?
The classroom had been quiet, filled only with the teacher’s lecture, some hushed whispers, and the occasional snoring.
But the green-haired guy’s sudden outburst made everyone turn their heads toward the back door.
Even the teacher looked over.
What they saw was a stunning girl tugging at Ji'an’s ear.
Everyone’s jaws dropped.
Who was she? And what was she doing?
The teacher’s mouth fell open slightly. That was Ji'an—the so-called "God of Slaughter," someone even the principal wouldn’t dare cross.
The nickname had been given by the teachers in private, clearly inspired by some xianxia-loving educator.
The teacher had initially planned to ignore it, but seeing it was a girl, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy.
Ji'an had never been known to hit girls, but that didn’t mean it was impossible.
"Miss, you—"
Before he could finish, the girl lifted Ji'an’s entire head by the ear.
And the "God of Slaughter" opened his eyes, his gaze overflowing with fury.
The teacher’s lips twitched violently.
Well, damn. There was no helping her now.
The pain jolted Shen Ji'an awake. His eyes snapped open, dark with rage.
How many times had he been woken up like this—struck in his sleep by that drunkard he called a father?
The air around him turned heavy, his glare locking onto the person who’d pulled his ear.
Then he saw her—a face so delicate and beautiful, her peach-blossom eyes blazing with anger.
In an instant, the fury in Shen Ji'an’s eyes vanished, replaced by instinctive fear.
When his sister was angry, no one in the family dared breathe wrong.
His second brother had once said that even when their parents were alive, their father would cower before her temper, resorting to bribing her with boxes of gold, snacks, and toys.
The entire class held their breath, torn between stepping in and staying frozen in fear.
But then, to everyone’s shock, the notoriously violent school delinquent didn’t lash out. Instead, his face broke into an ingratiating smile.
Everyone: "..."
The teacher: "..."
Thank heavens! A miracle! The God of Slaughter’s natural nemesis!
Lin Mo noticed the stares and, not wanting to disrupt the class further, quickly released Shen Ji'an’s ear. She glared at him and hissed under her breath, "Pay attention!"
Shen Ji'an nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, his long bangs swaying.
Spotting Huang Mao still asleep, he kicked the guy’s chair.
Huang Mao jolted awake. "Is it lunchtime? Lunchtime?"
Shen Ji'an: "..."
Huang Mao turned and saw Lin Mo. His eyes widened.
Immediately, he wiped the drool from his mouth and rubbed his eyes—gotta maintain his image!
Shen Ji'an’s heart pounded. Why was his sister here today?
Oh, right. Last night, his second brother had mentioned coming to finalize his transfer arrangements.
She must’ve come with him.
Normally, he worked late-night shifts and slept through classes—especially Chinese, the easiest to nap through.
But last night, despite skipping work, he’d stayed awake, even slapping himself a few times in frustration over the whole mess with Mr. Xie.
No wonder he’d dozed off today.
His sister must be so disappointed in him.
Soon, someone recognized Lin Mo as the beauty who’d visited Ji'an’s class before.
Speculations ran wild—just who was she to him?
Red-haired Wang Xing, who’d also been sleeping, was nudged awake by his deskmate to watch the drama. A mocking smirk curled his lips.
Girlfriend?
Even the son of a lunatic could get one? Hilarious.
The teacher was curious too, but as an educator, he wouldn’t pry. Clearing his throat, he said, "Alright, let’s continue. Where were we?"
Silence.
The teacher’s eye twitched. He answered himself, "Right, the ancient poetry—'Barren are the hills and streams of Ba and Chu...'"
Before he could finish, Red-haired Wang Xing cut in, "Baby, can you kiss me?"
The class erupted in laughter.
The teacher seethed, taking deep breaths.
In his past life, he must’ve slaughtered pigs—because now he was teaching them.
Another day, another urge to blow up the school.
Then he noticed something unbelievable—Ji'an was sitting bolt upright, textbook open.
A first in history.
But surely it wouldn’t last.
Red-haired Wang Xing noticed too, sneering.
Tch. Putting on an act? Let’s see how long it lasts.
Yet, against all odds, Ji'an stayed awake until the bell rang.
After class, the teacher recounted the incident in the staff room.
The other teachers gaped.
"No way. Someone actually tamed the God of Slaughter?"
"The God of Slaughter is studying now? That’s terrifying!"
"Could it be puppy love? Not ideal..."
The teacher sipped his tea, spitting a leaf back into the cup. "Didn’t seem like it. The kid was utterly subdued—just nodding, no backtalk."
Meanwhile, Class 1’s group chat exploded. Someone had snapped a photo—Lin Mo yanking Shen Ji'an’s ear.
The girl’s face was exquisitely beautiful, while the usually ferocious boy wore an expression no one had ever seen: pure, desperate appeasement.
The photo quickly spread to the entire school’s group chat.
Pandemonium ensued.
Eraser Assassin: [Haven’t seen Boss smile in ages!]
Don’t Steal My Tissues: [First woman to ever pull Boss’s ear!]
Bathroom Bandit: [Y’all need to lay off the CEO novels.]
Sleepyhead: [Definitely his girlfriend. Didn’t expect her to be this stunning!]
Snack Street Queen: [A campus romance come to life? Delinquent + beauty? I ship it!]
[Stop shipping everything! That’s Boss’s sister! My goddess!]
Huang Mao chimed in.
Few believed him—no one had ever heard Ji'an had a sister.
Melancholy Sow: [I ship Huang Mao and the goddess!]
Don’t @ Me: [@Huang Mao, we all know ‘Melancholy Sow’ is your alt!]
Huang Mao: [It’s not! Sow, back me up!]
Melancholy Sow: [Nope, not an alt!]
Lin Mo, having left the classroom, got a text from the "Buddha of Beijing’s Elite" saying the principal was back.
She headed to the office.
The green-haired guy, still shaken, asked, "Who are you to our Boss? You’ve got guts!"
Lin Mo replied plainly, "I’m his sister."
The guy scrunched his nose. "No way. Boss couldn’t have a sister as pretty as you. No offense to him."
Lin Mo, in a hurry, said, "It’s complicated. Just know I’m his sister. Gotta go."
Scratching his head, the guy checked his phone—the school’s group chat was on fire.
Grinning, he typed: [All I know is she’s gorgeous. I escorted her to Class 1 to find Boss! We met before—she bought me cola last time, and today, spicy strips AND cola!]
Melancholy Sow: [Who asked? WHO THE HELL ASKED?]
Tighty Whities: [Yeah, right. Zero people believe you.]
The green-haired guy pouted, wanting a selfie with Lin Mo—but when he looked up, she was gone.
Principal’s Office.
A pot-bellied middle-aged man eyed Shen Yihan. "You want to transfer Ji'an to No. 1 High?"
Shen Yihan nodded. "Yes, Principal."
The principal chuckled. "No. 1 High would take him? Don’t joke. Who are you to him?"
Transferring from Third High to First High is no simple matter.
Back in the day, there was a student who wanted to transfer—top grades, excellent academics—yet First High still refused.
In the end, they had to pull strings to make it happen.
Looking back now, it’s nothing but regret. They never should’ve agreed to that transfer.
Because that student’s name was Xie Guanyan, and now the benefits he’s showering on First High are enough to make anyone green with envy.
Didn’t Third High count as half his alma mater too?
Ungrateful!
Shen Yihan didn’t care for the principal’s demeanor. His voice was cool and detached: "We’re Ji'an’s family. Just process the paperwork—we’ll handle communications with First High ourselves."
The principal eyed the man in the tailored black suit, then glanced at the striking young woman who’d entered the office moments earlier.
Were these Ji'an’s wealthy relatives?
From the mentally ill mother’s side, or somewhere else?
"Of course, the paperwork can be processed, but…"
Both Shen Yihan and Lin Mo frowned. But what?
Weren’t they the ones pushing to expel Shen Ji'an before?
Now that he’s leaving, they’re dragging their feet?
"Principal, if you have something to say, say it plainly."
Shen Yihan’s tone was sharp. He spun the Buddhist beads around his right wrist, his presence icy and imposing.
The portly principal felt the pressure but blinked slowly. "It’s just that earlier, Ji'an—"
Before he could finish, someone banged on the door, shouting in panic:
"Principal! It’s bad—Ji'an and Wang Xing are fighting again!"
