This Person Isn't a Human, but the King of Hell!

Nan Yan's words gave the students in the class an uneasy feeling.

"I'll give you one last chance. Whoever did it, step forward. Otherwise, even if you beg for mercy later, it won't work," said Nan Yan, her expression cold and her beautiful eyes exuding a chilling and rebellious aura. 

Despite her slow and casual tone, it intensified the sense of oppression.

"An Nanyan, I warn you, don't mess around!" The class monitor shouted in a forceful manner.

"What if I do?" Nan Yan replied. In an instant, she lifted her leg and kicked the table next to her, sending it flying.

Startled, Lu Rongrong, who was sitting behind the table, let out a scream and covered her ears. 

The table overturned, scattering its contents all over the floor.

"Lu Rongrong, it seems the lesson I gave you last time wasn't enough," Nan Yan grabbed Lu Rongrong by the collar and lifted her up. "Seeking revenge on me? Huh?"

Terrified, Lu Rongrong stammered, "You... What are you talking about? I don't know. Waaah! Let me go!"

"You release her, Nan Yan! You're bullying your classmates. I will report this to the class teacher and the headmaster!"

"You've gone too far! Fighting and causing violence in school will lead to punishment!"

"For f**k's sake, I can't take it anymore. She's just a girl, and we're so many guys. Why should we be afraid of her? Let's all gang up and teach her a lesson!"

One of the male students shouted, and all the male classmates united, surrounding Nan Yan, preparing to attack her.

Nan Yan's eyes were filled with bloodlust as she attacked.

Screams echoed one after another.

Within three minutes, all the male students in the class were kneeling. 

It wasn't voluntary; they were temporarily unable to stand up due to the pain caused by Nan Yan's kicks.

As the one who beat them, Nan Yan nonchalantly shook her hand and raised an eyebrow. "Do the remaining girls want to teach me a lesson as well?"

"N-No... Please..."

The girls' spirits were on the verge of shattering from fear. They had just witnessed Nan Yan single-handedly beating up seventeen to eighteen male classmates. Who would dare to confront her?

This person was ruthless! A maniac!

She completely disregarded the school rules and wasn't afraid of being punished. She was too ferocious!

Squeezing her own wrist, Nan Yan spoke with a clear and unhurried voice, "Don't want to get beaten up? Then clean up my desk."

The girls' faces grew even paler.

When they had poured the filth onto her desk, they had used a small bucket and poured it directly onto the desk. 

It was easy to make a mess, but cleaning it up...

"Student An, I was wrong. I won't dare to oppose you anymore. Can you please not make me clean that up?" someone pleaded, followed by others begging for mercy.

Crying and hoping to soften Nan Yan's heart through their displays of weakness.

Unfortunately...

With a 'tsk' sound, Nan Yan clicked her tongue and casually spoke, "Do you remember what I said before?"

"I gave you one last chance, and you didn't seize it. So now, begging for mercy is useless."

Nan Yan's lips curled in a cold and provocative manner, exuding a sinister aura. "Those who refuse to clean up will meet the same fate as the boys."

The trembling boys who were still in pain were speechless.

This person isn't a human, but the King of Hell!

If they were given another chance, they would never dare to provoke her.

But...

There's no pill for regret in this world.

Their regrets came too late...

Under Nan Yan's threat, the girls, one by one, put on masks and covered their hands with various materials before cleaning up the filth on her desk.

Some vomited while cleaning, and others sobbed uncontrollably.

Nan Yan leaned casually against the podium, took out a lollipop from her pocket, and bit into it, observing them as they cleaned up.

Several minutes later, a voice filled with tears spoke, "Ann... Classmate An, if I can't clean the books properly, can I compensate you with mine?"

"My school uniform is the same size as yours, and I've only worn it a few times. Can we exchange? Please?"

They were genuinely terrified of Nan Yan now.

They just wanted to quickly satisfy Nan Yan and be spared.

Nan Yan looked at the spotlessly clean desk and the pile of unusable books and school uniforms on the floor. The murderous intent in her eyes subsided slightly.

"There won't be a next time."

This time, she was disciplining them on behalf of the original host.

Repaying their debt to the original host.

However, if they ever dared to cross her again, she wouldn't show mercy.

"We won't dare anymore... We really won't dare..."

"Sob... We really won't dare..."

The group of girls shook their heads desperately.

Even Lu Rongrong, who hated Nan Yan the most, was genuinely afraid now.

She wouldn't dare to oppose her again.

Nan Yan pointed at the pile of unusable books on the ground and spoke coldly, "Throw those things in the trash can. Consider this incident over."

The girls quickly threw the books and the trash from cleaning the desk into the trash can and looked at Nan Yan expectantly.

"Classmate An, can we go wash our hands?"

Even though they had used materials to protect their hands while cleaning, they still felt dirty and needed to clean themselves properly.

But the door was locked.

If Nan Yan didn't unlock the door, they wouldn't dare to leave.

At that moment, the teacher's voice came from outside the door, "Why won't the door open? Can someone inside help me open it?"

The male student closest to the door felt like he had found a savior and hurriedly went to open the door.

This class was an English class, and the English teacher was a young woman. When she entered the classroom, she saw all the male students around the podium with painful expressions, a table overturned, and books scattered everywhere.

The female students were all sitting in the last row, with a large trash can beside them.

A foul odor permeated the entire classroom.

The English teacher looked surprised. "What's going on?"

The class leader stood up, enduring the pain, and pointed at Nan Yan, accusing her, "Teacher, it's An Nanyan. She beat us up, injured all of us, and bullied the girls, making them clean her desk!"

"Another incident?" The English teacher's expression turned serious.

However, she still found it hard to believe. After all, Nan Yan was just a little girl who had been bullied and ostracized by the class before. How could she have beaten all the male students?

She looked at Nan Yan and asked seriously, "Student An, is what he said true?"

Nan Yan nodded indifferently, "Yes."

The English teacher was speechless.

Looks can be deceiving, and the sea is immeasurable?

She never expected that Nan Yan could actually overpower this group of male students!

"Boys, go to the office, Student An, you go as well. Girls, thank you for your hard work in cleaning the classroom. Let's have self-study for this class."

The English teacher made her decision, and Nan Yan, along with a group of male students, limped their way to the office.

However, the male students were in a pitiful state.

Nan Yan had used a bit too much force, and they were still in pain. They had to support each other, hobbling as they walked.

The headmaster, who was browsing his favorite female celebrity on a webpage, heard someone calling for a report and quickly closed the webpage before allowing the people outside to enter.

In the end, nearly twenty people came rushing in, almost squeezing the whole office.

"What's going on?"

"Nan Yan, don't tell me this has something to do with you again!"