Krish annoyed with her

"You don't need to an-"

Fanqia's hand covered ChangXi's quickly before it brought another scowl from Krish. A bamboo stick slammed back on her butt a little hard.

Fanqia dragged back her hand quickly. ChangXi turned around, scrubbing her butt.

A forty-year-old male teacher was glunching at her. Once he assessed her sob-looking frown face, he twisted her ear and drifted her out of the line, her slightly dirty shoes frictioning the sandy ground.

"Ahh!!!"

Chang Xi's screaming was the only sound spreading over the whole school campus.

Liu Yifei pierced a frantic look at screaming ChangXi until she was dragged away, passing her.

Headmaster stretched his head to the mick, while Krish fixedly watched ChanXi being dragged towards the running track.

"Everyone, go back to your classes!" announced the headmaster.

Thereafter, everyone unassembled, heading back to the school building in line.

"Things have already become worse; you should've proposed to her instead of waiting for her move. See, she has fallen for another guy already!" A boy advised while he crossed that unknown boy who was engulfed in extreme shock out of everyone else earlier following fanqia.

With a bamboozled look on his face, he stood right there, fixedly glazing at ChangXi, who kicked the teacher's butt and got beaten by a stick as punishment alternately until her feet traced on the running track. It was more like a friend's fight, not a rough teacher's devilish punishment.

He then walked off along with the other students. Now with heavy-heartedness!

"Start running! You have to run fifteen laps," that forty-year-old teacher commented, resting his hands on hips and putting across his captaincy.

"Hey, Zhang Laoshi! (Laoshi means teacher here.) You are not my class teacher anymore. So, go and ask Krish to come here and punish me." She crossed her hands across her chest, standing boldly with a raised head.

Another beat smashed her butt.

"Ahh!!"

She shouted, recklessly jolting her body because of raging madness, wailing in tiny while stomping on the running track.

"Laoshi!!" She roared, throwing a grimace.

"Your new teacher has half an hour and seven minutes to get my position. Until then, I'm your class teacher!" He informed her and shoved her by the butt.

With a shaking body in annoyance, she began to run to complete fifteen laps on a 400-metre running track.

Mr. Zang is her old classroom teacher and was friendly to everyone, especially with our ChangXi. The reason for their closeness is a little secret that crawls only between them.

Deliberately, she ran so slowly. Despite that, it took only three minutes to complete the first lap of the 400-metre running track.

Running. That was a piece of cake, according to ChangXi. Because she is one of the great athletes compared to all the schools in Zhi country. However, even though she was able to win the match with the highest difference beats among other athletes, the rich people who ruled the match always deceived her and threw her to fourth place purposefully.

For what?

Just because she is from a poor family!

Even her headmaster can't be help of it.

Because he should need to be appreciative of other businessmen if he wants his institute to run smoothly.

After three laps, she lay sprawled on the running track next to the teacher, panting incessantly, which told him she was doing it wantonly.

"I-I Can-n't do it anymore, Laoshi! See, I'm panting restlessly." With a panting voice, she declared and even pointed out her chest, moving inward and outward.

He offered a slight kick to her hip. "Stop putting on an act! Stand up and start running!" Said Mr. Zhang.

She sat up instead and looked up at Mr. Zhang. "Laoshi, what do you think about my proposal? Will he accept?" asked Chang Xi calmly, her eyes sparkling with optimism.

Hanging his neck backwards, an exasperation whirled out his lips into a sigh. He then sat on tiptoe next to her before enunciating,

"No way!"

Then he stood up.

"Why?" Asked ChangXi. All the enthusiasm that had decorated her face all the while now demonstrated itself in no time upon hearing him.

"He has a fiance," he said, meeting her crestfallen face.

"Wh-Who?" She stammered.

"Your English teacher, LI-U YI-FEI!" he enunciated word by word deliberately.

Soon her disappointed eyes fell on the running track and transmitted into a growl.

"So what? He has not married her yet!" her evil mind echoed inside.

"No, ChangXi! It's wrong to love a man who has a fiance already." A white angel warned her by standing next to her ear.

"He is the coolest man you have witnessed in your life. He has magic too! Don't lose him." A little red devil appeared next to her other ear.

"No!" Angel shouted.

"Yes, go after him!" The devil is deeply pronounced.

"No!"

"Yes!"

She shook her head, and two of them exploded, disappearing into thin air.

"Are you crying?" Mr. Zhang approached her sympathetically.

She rubbernecked at him and sparkled with optimistic glints. "So what? I have a chance as long as he's a bachelor. I'm going to pester him!"

She voiced enthusiasm, stood up, and sped up her feet to run.

"Do you think that handsome human will fall for a little devil?" He asked loudly.

She turned around, kept running backwards, raised her hand above her head to show a thump, and expressed a lovely, mouth-closed smile before turning back and continuing to run forward.

"Being straightforward! That's why I love this child!" He told himself, precipitating a lovely smile at her.

"Are you a fool or something?" Krish yelled at Liu Yifei, standing on the rooftop.

"What happened? Why are you throwing a tantrum suddenly?" Liu Yifei asked, blurred, to find out what he was angry for.

"That headmaster is saying he wants me to deal with that little devil! Am I here for her or demons?" asked Krish, boiling over in madness.

"I don't have any idea about this, Krish. Let's go with the flow, Don't be mad." She convinced him with her tenderness, patting his crazily beating chest unhurriedly.

He pulled her by the waist, hugged her tightly, and dropped his head on her shoulder.

She switched her pat to his back shoulder.

"Dealing with students—that's what I hate most!" He groused, letting out a fatigue-shaded sigh.

His exhaustion-connoting voice dejected her.