Pampered By All In Different Planes-Chapter 405 - 369: Indifferent as a Chrysanthemum Mother? The Young Lady Casually Sabotages 9

Chapter 405 -369: Indifferent as a Chrysanthemum Mother? The Young Lady Casually Sabotages 9

On the way, the secretary drove the car, and Su Zhiruan sat in the back seat.

The secretary drove at a brisk pace. At this time, it was approaching the morning rush hour and he feared if he drove any slower, they would get stuck in traffic. Therefore, he sped up considerably.

Before class started, Su Zhiruan smoothly arrived at the high school gates she remembered from her predecessor’s memories—the gates looked just as they did in those memories. For her predecessor, these gates carried too many bad recollections and painful experiences. When she saw them, she subconsciously felt her predecessor’s emotions influence her, giving her a very negative impression of the school.

“Miss, we’ve arrived at your school. Hurry up and go to class. Let’s see if we still have time,” the secretary said as he opened the door for her. He glanced at his watch before respectfully adding, “There’s time, Miss. Go ahead.”

When Su Zhiruan got out of the car, many of her schoolmates looked at her, some even pointed at her and whispered.

The original owner of this body hadn’t been an invisible presence at school; on the contrary, her introverted personality had made her infamous—a target for bullying and verbal abuse.

These were well-known facts at the school. But now, when people looked at Su Zhiruan with disdain or scorn, she stared right back.

Her gaze was calm and detached, yet it gave an impression of an entirely different person.

“Wow, look at our Miss. How long has it been since we last saw you? You seem like a completely different person. Before, you said you’d be our servant, but now, I see a hint of defiance in you!” ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

After the secretary drove away, a boy stepped forward first. He pointed his finger directly at Su Zhiruan, even attempting to poke her on the forehead.

Su Zhiruan stepped back swiftly, dodging his gesture.

If the original Su Zhiruan had faced this situation, she would have acted subserviently, apologized, and kept repeating that she was sorry, allowing them to point and insult her without ever showing her inner discomfort.

But how could the Su Zhiruan of now not fight back?

Especially since the provocation had come to her, it was natural for her to retaliate. She smiled coldly, “Correct, you’ve hit the nail on the head with just a sentence. Indeed, I am not the same person. The Su Zhiruan you bullied before is now dead. I am an Evil Ghost from the underworld, here to claim lives. When you cross me, you’d better be careful!”

“Hahahaha, Su Zhiruan, have you lost your mind? Look at you, speaking of the underworld—in this age of science, who believes in such feudal superstitions? Could it be that after suffering so much, you’ve spent a round in a mental hospital and just got out?” The girl standing next to the boy laughed loudly. She had been one of the people who had bullied Su Zhiruan the most, whether it was tossing her backpack into the trash or cornering her in the bathroom; she had not missed a single opportunity.

At this moment, the surrounding students had formed a circle around them, not caring about being late for class, only watching their confrontation with interest.

Su Zhiruan leisurely brushed off her skirt. She surveyed the students of this school—these students came from either rich or noble families, with a small minority being extremely academically excellent.

To enter this school, one needed to either have excellent academic performance or a distinguished family background, and Su Qin had spent quite a sum to get her here.

This school resembled the elite academies portrayed in TV dramas, with girls in their British-style miniskirts and boys in uniquely designed uniforms.

She merely smiled, then surveyed the crowd around her, “Of course, whether you believe me or not is up to you. I won’t interfere with your thoughts, but if you actively provoke me, then I will show you what a demon from Hell is like!”

“Stop flattering yourself, Su Zhiruan. Don’t think that just because you’re acting tough today, you can do whatever you want. Last week, you were still kneeling at my feet, offering to lick my shoes,” the girl said disdainfully, stepping forward and signaling her group of friends with vicious and malevolent grins. They might have been high schoolers, but the unprovoked malice that emanated from them could devour a person completely.