The goddess wept, and her loyal simps had to step up.
The guy who’d passed Pan Li the note about a job was the first to rise, if Wen Ying weren’t so young and a girl, he’d have decked her already to vent for his idol!
“Who are you, and why’d you do this to Pan Li?”
Simp No. 1 planted himself in front of Pan Li, shielding her from another attack.
He’d clocked it—the stench came from rotten eggs smashed on her head.
This kid, so young yet so vicious—fresh eggs were everywhere, but hunting down rotten ones took effort, a malice rivaling dung water.
Humiliating Pan Li like this in public, how could she face school again?
Another girl whose boyfriend fell for Pan Li, maybe… heh, it wouldn’t be the first time, some chicks couldn’t handle their guys switching teams and blamed Pan Li instead, targeting her openly or slyly, her knights saw it all.
But no “revenge” had ever crossed the line this far.
Too much!
Simp No. 2, slower to react, was sharper, Pan Li getting egged in front of everyone would spiral out of control unless they cleared it up here and now to save her name.
He skipped Wen Ying, appealing straight to Professor Fang, “Professor, this girl’s disrupting class, it’s outrageous! This is a classroom, not a market, she just storms in attacking an innocent student, you’ve got to stand up for Pan Li!”
Fang had been stunned, slow to process, letting Wen Ying run wild.
Now, prodded, she bristled, brows knitting tight.
She hadn’t yet linked it to Pan Li’s morals, her mind jumped to the just-set provincial TV internship slot.
Settled at noon—did it leak that fast?
Had checking Pan Li’s grades tipped someone off, or did Pan Li blab, sparking jealousy—or was this unrelated to Pan Li, aimed at Fang herself, some colleague’s grudge?
Conspiracy brewed in her head.
She didn’t want to hear Wen Ying out, ordering, “Don’t let her leave, take her to the department office, we’ll continue class… Pan Li, go clean up, this won’t count as an absence.”
Fang handled it crisply, Simp No. 1 led applause, cheers filled the room.
The guys clapped sincerely, Fang’s decisiveness was classic, strict yet fair, letting Pan Li fix herself without penalty—she was more humane than they’d thought!
The girls’ claps were half-hearted, Pan Li was their “enemy,” they craved her downfall.
Wen Ying pulled two more rotten eggs from her pocket, wielding them like grenades, a fearsome deterrent, no one dared approach.
She wouldn’t meekly head to the office, the best was yet to come, in verbal sparring and speed, she’d trash everyone here!
“Professor, sorry for wrecking your class, I really am.”
“Some wrongs I know I shouldn’t do, but I had to.”
“I’ll take the blame, but it kills me that you’re fooled by Pan Li, that so many classmates can’t see her for what she is, sharing a room with a rotten apple!”
“Pan Li’s a bar girl at Jiuyan Bridge!”
“She seduces married men.”
“She’s pregnant, sitting here all prim now, but this morning she was at the wife’s house demanding a spot!”
“University’s for learning and morals, and it churns out this filth—I’m ashamed for the music college!”
“Pan Li, you don’t know me? Let’s hit the hospital, I’ll pay for the checkup, see if you’re knocked up.”
In Pan Li’s mind, Wen Ying was a gullible little fool.
The Wen Ying in this lecture hall was a street-fighting shrew she didn’t recognize.
Not just the students, even Fang’s gaze on Pan Li shifted.
Pan Li’s roommates, clamoring to oust Wen Ying, blocked her instead, feigning outrage while barely touching her clothes.
The righteous get aid, the wicked stand alone!
What could Pan Li do?
Her legs buckled, she fainted.
Maybe the stench, maybe Wen Ying’s bombshells, Simp No. 1 and No. 2 didn’t rush to catch her.
Wen Ying, a seasoned player, falling for Pan Li’s fake swoon?
—The college had an acting program, Pan Li should’ve enrolled!
Eggs in hand, she shoved past the roommates, sneering at the “unconscious” Pan Li, grabbed a pen off the desk, and jabbed her philtrum hard.
Pan Li yelped, eyes still shut tight.
Someone found it hilarious, a chuckle broke out.
Laughter spread like wildfire.
Fang barked “nonsense” repeatedly, dialing security on her phone, but Wen Ying dropped the pen and eggs, bolting.
She slipped out like a fish, Fang exhaled relief, students groaned.
A play cut short mid-scene?
Hey, think of your audience!
Wen Ying didn’t disappoint, post-escape, a megaphone blared:
“Pan Li’s shameless!”
“Pan Li hooks married men!”
“Pan Li’s belly’s a bargaining chip!”
“Pan Li’s the music college’s disgrace!”
“Teachers, classmates, do a good deed, hit Jiuyan Bridge’s slow bar, toss Pan Li a yuan or two, crowdsource her kid’s formula, a little love from all can prop up this single mom!”
The megaphone’s juice held strong, some in class doubled over laughing.
A little love for a single mom?
This egg-throwing kid was a genius.
Pan Li, sprawled on the floor, knew even if they laughed her to death, she couldn’t open her eyes.
Wen Ying, Wen Ying… that bitch!
And the mockers—all bitches!
Faking dead, the megaphone spiked, “Pan Li, get up, the floor’s cold, what if you hurt the baby? The kid’s innocent!”
…
In the hall, Xie Qian held the looping megaphone, exasperated.
“You said no hitting.”
“I didn’t hit anyone!”
—True, no fists, just a face-smacking.
Xie Qian never pictured himself in this, as security in uniforms charged, he asked Wen Ying what now, she cackled, “Run, duh, you dumb or what?”
She took off, Xie Qian froze, her innocent vibe clashing with this chaos, security closed in, Wen Ying, desperate, grabbed his hand.
“Quick, quick, don’t let them catch us!”
Dragged by Wen Ying, megaphone in tow, security chased them wild, his mind buzzed, too dazed to care her egg-touched hand held his—
Her recorded rant echoed across the campus.
If this hit Beijing, jaws would drop.
