The Versatile Master Artist

The sound of small leather shoes stepping on the metal railing suddenly echoed.

Mona stopped in her tracks, her face filled with astonishment.

At the distant school gate, the girl in a black and white dance dress took a step on the railing of the corridor, like a nimble little deer, flipping over the barrier.

The girl’s hair was tied back, revealing a smooth white neck and a model-like figure that could make one’s nose bleed. In her hand, she held a large black umbrella used as a stage prop, swinging it towards the little thugs.

This scene truly looked amazing!

It seemed specifically choreographed.

The black and white dress fluttered as the long-legged woman with enchanting features but a cold demeanor leaped into the crowd. The warm afternoon sunlight was cut by the shade of the trees behind her, casting a golden glow upon her.

Even the thugs were mesmerized!

They had never witnessed such a stunning scene before, their eyes drawn to the curves of the young lady’s figure, until they felt the sting of the metal umbrella ribs on their bodies, crying out in pain.

”Bitch! Get that chick for me...” The man with parted hair was also stunned by the sudden turn of events.

It took him several seconds to regain his composure, watching this warrior descending from the heavens beat his underlings into submission.

Rage surged within him, just as he was about to utter some harsh words, when the tip of the black umbrella jabbed him in the neck.

A sharp pain shot through his throat, swallowing back the unspoken threats, and he released his grip on Gu Weijing’s collar, stumbling back.

But the girl didn’t relent.

She reached out with her left hand, pulling the off-balance Gu Weijing into her embrace. Her right hand released the large black umbrella to the ground, stepped forward, and with a backhand, delivered a resounding slap to the parted hair man’s face.

”Smack!”

The sound of the slap was crisp and loud, like a fine egg dropping from a high rise and shattering on the concrete below.

Hit beside the ear, dazed and dizzy, the parted hair man lost his balance and toppled directly to the ground.

The girl didn’t spare a glance at these delinquents, supporting Gu Weijing’s shoulders, frowning, and asked, ”Hey, are you okay? Can you stand on your own?”

Gu Weijing was completely taken aback that these thugs dared to be so vicious on Fitz Campus, getting kneed in the stomach, he struggled to catch his breath.

He clutched his stomach, tasting a hint of blood.

Yet, Gu Weijing didn’t feel much pain,

enveloped in the faint fragrance from the girl beside him, isolating him from his surroundings.

The girl’s body was soft.

Leaning against her, it felt like he was surrounded by a soft, cushiony cloud, as if he could sink into it entirely.

Not sure if it was due to pain or the scent, Gu Weijing felt dizzy.

”Do you need me to take you to the hospital?” the girl asked with concern.

”No, no need, I’m actually fine.”

It took Gu Weijing a few seconds to shake off the feeling, raising his head, looking at the girl’s profile beside him, he sighed and said.

”That was incredible, Miss Koko.”

Due to the angle, Gu Weijing didn’t see Koukou flipping over the corridor.

But he clearly witnessed her jab and slap to the parted hair man.

It was clean, efficient, both cool and stylish.

No wonder she practiced fencing!

”Ah! Damn... my bone is broken, my bone is broken... it hurts, it hurts!”

The parted hair man, recovering from the dizziness of the slap, clutched his shoulder’s collarbone and cried out in pain.

The long-handled black umbrellas used for the cheerleading dance rehearsals were custom stage props.

Different from ordinary umbrellas, they were designed for holding up the girls during dance moves involving jumping, flipping, and spinning.

The handles of these large black umbrellas reached up to Koukou’s navel and were made with aluminum alloy frames.

When held, they made quite handy thrusting swords.

A trained female fencer’s thrusting force can easily exceed 80 pounds, and the collarbone is one of the most fragile bones in the human structure.

When Koukou jabbed him with the umbrella tip, the parted hair man’s collarbone cracked.

This was Koukou holding back, if the jab had hit the throat, it could have cost the parted hair man half of his life.

Of course,

there’s also a good chance that the half-trained fencer, Miss Koko, missed her mark this time.

The parted hair man, not knowing he was almost going to be taken in an ambulance, lay on the ground with a twisted expression, howling.

”Fuck, bitch, you’re fucking dead. I’ll make you pay, I’ll find someone to get you. I’m going to have you become a call girl...”

The excruciating pain from the fracture made the parted hair man’s mind hazy, and any harsh words were blurted out.

Koukou didn’t get angry.

She simply kicked his shin with her dance shoe’s toe, making him howl again, then leisurely pulled out her phone from her pocket, turning on the recording function.

”There, don’t say big sis didn’t give you a chance to show off in front of your underlings. If you have the guts, say what you just said to me again.”

Koukou lowered her head, holding up the phone, speaking casually.

”Fuck your mother!”

The parted hair man, clutching his newly injured shin, turned to look at Koukou, opening his mouth to spill more vicious threats.

He had never been so humiliated, beaten by a young girl no less.

In this life, it’s all about saving face.

The parted hair man felt like he was going crazy, no matter who this girl was, he was determined to make her pay the price.