Chapter 31: Complete Domination

The corridor echoed with the sound of sparse footsteps, gradually becoming more frequent and louder, accompanied by distant voices drawing nearer.

Class had ended.

Song Shi opened her eyes.

She entered the bathroom to inspect her injuries. A small patch of blood had seeped through the white bandage. She removed it, revealing that the wound had already formed a scab overnight.

She reapplied the medication and rewrapped the bandage.

Her complexion had improved, her lips were rosy, and the injuries from yesterday had completely disappeared from her face.

To avoid arousing suspicion, Song Shi added a few "new" wounds to her face while looking in the mirror.

Her makeup skills had improved significantly, and the wounds looked incredibly realistic.

Content with her reflection in the mirror, the bruised face that stared back at her, she could hear the noise of laughter and chatter from outside the room.

Song Shi pushed open the bathroom door, took a few steps, and opened her room door wide, allowing anyone outside to see clearly into the room.

She hooked the chair with her toes and pulled it over, leaning against the door to sit.

Her room was the second one at the end of the apartment's hallway.

The first room at the end was unoccupied, so normally, no one would pass by her door.

Except, of course, for the culprit.

She hadn't gone to class today; they must be worried that she had been knocked unconscious by that blow.

They would eventually return to check on her condition.

She didn't know their names, nor did she know their dormitory numbers, so searching one by one would be a waste of time.

Thus, she sat there, waiting for them to come.

As Song Shi had predicted, she didn't have to wait long.

About five minutes later, the little lackey cautiously poked her head out from behind the door frame.

Upon seeing Song Shi waiting by the door, her pupils contracted, and she immediately tried to flee.

Song Shi was quick on her feet; with one swift movement, she extended her leg, causing the lackey to trip and fall face-first onto the ground.

The lackey scrambled to get up, but Song Shi placed her foot heavily on her back, pressing her down.

The lackey struggled for a moment, but the pressure from Song Shi's foot was immense, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break free.

"Song Shi! Let me go! When my boss gets here, you'll regret this!" 

Song Shi remained unmoved, leaning down slightly, "You're the one who started this, aren't you?"

"And if we did?" The lackey's face flushed with embarrassment, her chest pressing against the ground, making it hard to breathe. She sneered, "Now I only regret not giving you a few more blows this morning!"

The more she thought about it, the more regretful she became, and suddenly, the sharp screech of a stick dragging across the floor reached her ears. Her face came into direct contact with the ground, and she was acutely aware of the vibrations.

The sound was coming from behind her!

She turned in terror to look.

There, she saw Song Shi raising a chair, its leg aimed directly at her, and she brought it crashing down.

"Ah—"

The lackey screamed halfway, her eyes rolled back in her head, and she fainted.

Song Shi set the chair down and wiped the blood splattered on her chin with the back of her hand. She lifted her foot from the unconscious lackey's back and looked up at the crowded hallway.

"Ah—"

Now, the onlookers began to scream.

They watched in horror as the lackey was struck, blood splattering on the spot, some even getting hit. The girls at the front tried to push backward in panic, but the crowd behind them, still oblivious to what had happened, kept pushing forward to see what was going on.

This caused those in the front who had witnessed everything to break down in despair.

Especially now that Song Shi was approaching them, dragging the blood-soaked chair behind her. The thick, sticky blood trailed on the ground.

Their screams grew louder with each step, shaking the entire building.

The noise pounded against Song Shi's eardrums.

She rubbed her ears in irritation.

They should be thankful the system doesn't allow her to hurt innocents, or she would have knocked them all out by now to silence them.

Song Shi scanned the crowd, her gaze landing precisely on the curly-haired girl. 

She was hiding in the crowd, her eyes lowered, observing everything.

Song Shi dragged the chair toward her.

The crowd, panicked, scrambled to either side, desperate to avoid being smashed by Song Shi. A narrow path opened up between them.

The curly-haired girl stood at the center, unwavering.

She was waiting for Song Shi.

As the last of the crowd stepped aside, they stood face to face.

Song Shi arched an eyebrow. She had expected the girl to call for a group of lackeys, just like the last time.

But now it seemed the girl wanted a one-on-one fight.

Song Shi didn't waste any time. She charged at her, lifting the chair and swinging it horizontally at her waist.

Song Shi expected the girl to dodge, already thinking of her next move, but the girl stood still, not even flinching.

Song Shi frowned. This wasn't a slow reaction—either the girl was confident or had another strategy.

She sensed it was the latter.

As expected, just as the chair was about to strike, the girl suddenly raised her forearm, quickly altering the angle, deflecting the chair with skill. At the same time, she grabbed the two legs of the chair and yanked hard.

Although Song Shi was stunned by her martial prowess, she wasn't intimidated. She maintained her grip on the chair and swiftly followed up with a low sweeping kick.

The girl was quick to react, using the chair to block the kick, pressing it firmly into the ground with a loud thud, leveraging the chair to intercept Song Shi's leg.

Song Shi immediately adjusted, retracting her leg and aiming a powerful kick at the girl's chin.

Her speed was overwhelming. The girl had no choice but to release the chair and stagger backward.

Song Shi kicked the chair again, using it as leverage to launch herself into the air. Her right leg curled up, aiming a knee at the girl's neck.

"Not bad," the curly-haired girl's voice came from the gap, her tone appreciative. "Too bad you ran into me."

With precision, she caught Song Shi's leg with both hands, using the same method to deflect the previous chair attack. She absorbed the force and swiftly spun Song Shi around, letting go with a sudden, violent motion.

Song Shi was thrown through the air, crashing into the crowd like a ragdoll.

She wasn't injured, but two girls she collided with fainted instantly.

[Innocent casualties, Anti-abuse progress -10%]

Song Shi felt a pang of regret.

The situation didn't allow her to be distracted.

The curly-haired girl lunged again, raising her leg and aiming a heel strike toward Song Shi.

Song Shi rolled quickly on the ground to avoid the blow. Before she could rise, the girl was already chasing her down, sweeping her leg toward Song Shi's temple. 

Song Shi leaned back, her back nearly touching the floor.

But she didn't anticipate that the girl, having predicted her move, would suddenly drop her leg and stomp down on Song Shi's chest.

With a crack, it sounded like a rib had broken. Song Shi grunted, biting her lip, gripping the girl's leg with both hands, not letting go, and yanking it sideways, tossing her to the ground.

The two began wrestling on the floor.

Song Shi straddled the girl, punching at her face.

She considered herself fast and stronger than the average person. With the experience of being ganged up on these past few days, she felt confident that this time, under favorable conditions, there would be no reversal.

But she had underestimated her opponent.

The girl was unlike anyone Song Shi had fought before. Instead of panicking and covering her face, the girl dodged with precision, even managing to grab Song Shi's arm and redirect her attacks, waiting for the right moment to counter.

A sharp hand strike to Song Shi's neck.

The pain felt like her windpipe was crushed, and the suffocating sensation made her lean back.

Her brain sounded an alarm.

A gust of wind blew toward her.

Song Shi instinctively raised her hand to protect her face.

She blocked the first punch, but the second one struck her jaw with a terrifying speed.

Song Shi was knocked flat onto the ground.

Her neck felt terrible, and out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the girl was already standing again.

She was once again at a disadvantage.

Song Shi wasn't willing to surrender. She shielded her neck with one hand and grabbed a chair with the other, throwing it behind her.

The girl didn't expect Song Shi to fight back and blocked the chair with her knee.

The chair splintered on impact, its wood scattering on the floor.

The curly-haired girl, slightly angered, kicked a piece of wood toward Song Shi.

Song Shi had no time to evade and raised her arm to block it.

At that moment, the girl took two steps forward and kicked Song Shi's arm.

With a sickening crack, Song Shi's arm made a painful sound.

She trembled, collapsing halfway to the ground, drenched in sweat.

The girl raised her foot again, ready to strike—

"What are you doing? What are you doing? Are you all trying to lose points?!" 

The dormitory manager squeezed through the crowd, standing between Song Shi and the curly-haired girl.

Two male staff members followed closely behind him.

"Who started this?"

Upon hearing the question, Song Shi couldn't help but laugh.

It was the third day she had been here, and the third fight she had been in. This was the first time any staff had shown up to investigate who started it.

"I'm asking you! Who started it?!"

The curly-haired girl pursed her lips and remained silent.

Song Shi stood up with her uninjured hand on the ground, staring at the dormitory manager who had been eyeing her the entire time.

"It was me."

"Fighting, damaging property, minus five points, into the isolation room!"

The dormitory manager motioned for the two male staff members to step forward and detain Song Shi.

Song Shi avoided their hands, "I'll walk myself."

Before heading downstairs, she turned to look at the curly-haired girl.

"See you the day after tomorrow."

(The end of this chapter)