“Why are you so happy?”
“Because I never lose my temper with others, so I have no pressure.”
My subjects are ready to fight to the death, yet Your Majesty surrenders first?
Both sides originally thought tensions would escalate right now, swords drawn and ready to strike, a hair-trigger moment.
But because of Su Moli’s shocking and dramatic kneel, everything instantly fell silent, leaving the scene awkward and frozen in place.
“Because you brought your phone to school, which violates the Disciplinary Rules, it will be confiscated. Do you agree?”
“I agree.”
“Then tomorrow you must write a 10,000-word self-criticism report for me, and have your parent come to pick it up in person.”
“I don’t have any parents.”
“…”
“Fine, then just submit the report tomorrow, and I’ll return your phone.”
“Can I have the phone back first?”
“Why?”
“I can’t write a 10,000-word report without AI assistance.”
“??? No! You must write it yourself.”
“Can I submit a printed version? I type faster on the computer.”
“It must be handwritten!”
“Fine~~”
(Bribe Chen Wenwen 300 yuan to write my 10,000-word self-criticism—does that count as illegal labor?)
(It probably doesn’t. After all, blb’s full attendance requires writing 90,000 words to earn 300 yuan, and I only need her to copy something from the internet to get 300 yuan. That’s super generous.)
On the flower terrace shaded by trees, the girls stood to one side while Su Moli bowed her head, sincerely accepting the Disciplinary Committee’s criticism and education.
Seeing Su Moli so obedient, Feng Aoyu was biting her lip in frustration, clenching her fists tightly.
She had brought so many people here, intending to subdue Su Moli with perfectly justified self-defense if she resisted.
If Su Moli had fought back desperately, Feng Aoyu wouldn’t have hesitated to use the military boxing and grappling techniques she had just learned from her cousin.
But unexpectedly, this girl was so soft, almost boneless—she surrendered the moment they met, which only fueled Feng Aoyu’s fury, making her even more frustrated than before.
Meanwhile, Zhang Sisi and the others watched in disbelief as their big sister got scolded by the Disciplinary Committee.
They couldn’t understand where the cold-blooded, sickly big sister who had calmly sliced her own palm with a knife and let the blood drip without a flinch had gone.
Only Meng Siyu pursed her lips tightly, clenching her small fists behind her back, wanting to help but tongue-tied and unsure what to say.
She definitely wouldn’t dare to fight. Instead, she silently vowed to help Su Moli write that 10,000-word self-criticism later.
“Aoyu, what do we do now? The phone’s already confiscated.”
Holding the phone taken from Su Moli, a member of the Disciplinary Committee handed it to Feng Aoyu, hoping to ask what to do next.
The situation had developed surprisingly fast, and leaving it at that felt somewhat unsatisfying.
Taking the phone, Feng Aoyu examined it carefully.
It was a very ordinary thousand-yuan phone, not a luxury brand.
She then glanced over at Su Moli, who was standing in the distance with a cheeky smile, and her anger flared anew.
Especially when Su Moli noticed her gaze and happily smiled back, Feng Aoyu felt even more defeated. Clearly, by all accounts, she had won decisively—but it felt humiliating, like a crushing loss.
“What’s wrong, Vice President? I already know I was wrong.”
Seeing Feng Aoyu stride over angrily, looking down at her seriously, Su Moli smiled indifferently, unimpressed by her commanding aura.
After all, she had already admitted her mistake.
As the saying goes, you don’t hit a smiling face, especially not at school.
Her biggest offense was just bringing a phone—hardly a violation worthy of harsh punishment.
Compared to the punishments in society, Su Moli felt like Feng Aoyu was flirting and acting coy with her.
Looking at Su Moli’s smile again, Feng Aoyu had nothing more to say.
She used to have a good temper and never got this angry over anything.
Her mother had taught her to stay calm in all situations—that’s the only way to accomplish great things.
But now, she didn’t know why, every time she saw Su Moli, her stomach churned with anger and frustration, impossible to calm down.
She wanted to slap her—but she couldn’t.
As Vice President, everything she did represented the school’s image.
There was no solution.
The angrier she got, the more she wanted to leave.
But just as she was halfway out, Feng Aoyu suddenly turned back with a fierce glare.
“Wait! Stop goofing around here. You still haven’t finished peeking under boys’ skirts or climbing over walls to play 18+ games.”
Seriously, Feng Aoyu was so angry at Su Moli that she almost forgot why she had come in the first place.
Now remembering, she immediately resumed interrogating these problematic students seriously.
“We’re sorry >人< We were wrong. We will apologize to that boy and make satisfactory compensation.”
Once again, a lightning-fast kneel apology that instantly killed Feng Aoyu’s brewing temper, forcing it back down.
“You don’t think just apologizing is enough, do you? You have to sincerely reform and correct your attitudes. Especially you! Su Moli, your apology was the quickest, but it clearly lacked sincerity.”
“Well then, Vice President of the Justice Society, what do you want us to do to show sincerity?”
“De…”
This question caught Feng Aoyu off guard.
To be honest, punishing others was usually handled by the Disciplinary Committee and the President; as Vice President, she mostly did errands and executions.
After thinking seriously, she realized that although Su Moli apologized quickly, she hadn’t taken any real action.
But she couldn’t impose severe corporal punishment, since this was a minor matter that could be resolved easily, so…
An idea struck Feng Aoyu.
“Since you sincerely want to reform, each of you will do two good deeds—ten in total. They must be real, recorded, and evidenced. Got it?”
After saying this, Feng Aoyu smirked arrogantly, puffed out her chest, and looked down at Su Moli.
Now she’d show her how serious she was—talk is cheap; only real actions count as genuine repentance.
Money.
“Is that so? Fine.”
“Then can you give me back my phone?”
“For what?”
“To do good deeds.”
Taking the phone from Feng Aoyu, under the puzzled gazes of the girls, Su Moli performed her classic skill—donating to impoverished children.
That’s right!
Donating 100 yuan each time, ten times—that’s ten good deeds done.
“All right, we’ve completed our ten good deeds.”
“???!”
“Can that even count?”
“Big sister’s so great, she even donated for us.”
“Actually, big sister could have donated 50 less and kept the rest for me, since Crazy Thursday is coming soon.”
“You’re kidding, right?”
Stunned by their big sister’s actions, Zhang Sisi and the others were moved to silence, while Feng Aoyu had a black expression, almost fainting from frustration.
Only Meng Siyu remained calm, already used to Su Moli’s extraordinary antics.
“No! That doesn’t count!”
“Why not? Are you bullying honest people?”
Seeing Feng Aoyu wave her hand in protest, Zhang Sisi and the others immediately stepped forward to defend their big sister, blocking her.
“This is a total donation of 1,000 yuan. Isn’t that more meaningful than sweeping floors, helping elderly gentlemen cross streets, or saving water?”
【Congratulations to Xi for donating 1,000 yuan. Feng Aoyu’s favorability +5, reward 1,500 yuan; Feng Aoyu’s disgust +10, reward 1,500 yuan】
The System’s notification sounded in Su Moli’s ear, but she didn’t care—she was completely captivated by Feng Aoyu’s stubborn youth, who insisted on justice and was brave enough to fight against all injustice in the world.
Across from her, Feng Aoyu was silenced by the rebuttal because reality was exactly like that—donating 1,000 yuan truly had more significance than simple acts like saving water or cleaning.
But…
Is this really the truth of the world?
Does having money mean you can just throw a little cash around and wash away your sins, escaping punishment?
Suddenly, Feng Aoyu instantly understood why she got so angry whenever she saw Su Moli.
It was because Su Moli, a young student, always unintentionally displayed that fake social etiquette smile that made people very uncomfortable.
Wearing a false skin, hiding her true self.
Especially since Feng Aoyu had often seen the factory bosses her mother entertained at the bar—habitually measuring a person’s worth by money, casually tossing a few extra yuan as overtime pay, but demanding absolute obedience to unreasonable rules and orders without complaint, treating people like dogs.
【The angrier you get, Feng Aoyu’s disgust toward you has reached 20 points, considering you a nouveau riche who only solves problems with money and has no sincere remorse—a stinking pile of rotten mud】
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