Chapter 17

Ning Shu felt schadenfreude when she saw An Rong like this. It was the original host’s feelings, but it was Ning Shu’s feelings as well.

She had been beaten up by An Rong right after she transmigrated to this world. She could endure the pain, but having her hair grabbed and her head rammed against the wall was painful and humiliating.

Leng Ao immediately had someone send over a brand-new desk when he found out that Ling Xue’s desk broke.

Ning Shu silently set her three-legged desk upright as she watched Leng Ao question Ling Xue in concern.

He looked worried but still acted like a tsundere. His self-important manner caused Ning Shu’s lips to twitch.

As of now, Ling Xue had calmed down and returned to her usual cool and elegant manner. She smiled slightly as she said to Leng Ao, “It’s fine now.”

A smile immediately appeared on Leng Ao’s face. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ning Shu sitting there, holding up her desk with one hand, looking indescribably wretched. He spoke with a tone of disgust, “Was it you that injured Ling Xue?”

Ning Shu blinked without saying anything. Why was she being dragged into this?

“Hey, I’m talking to you!” Leng Ao lifted his leg and overturned Ning Shu’s desk with one kick. Of course, the desk didn’t ram into Ling Xue this time.

Ning Shu watched as her desk fell to the ground with a creak.

The desk was innocent. Why were they all venting their anger out on the poor desk?

Ning Shu felt that these people were all very mentally ill. Every single one of them lived inside their own world and saw things however they wanted to.

Everyone in the class had seen what happened earlier, yet not a single person stepped out to speak for Ning Shu when Leng Ao put the blame on her.

Ning Shu’s heart chilled as a sensation of loneliness washed over her. How exactly had the original host been able to endure being ignored and trampled on like this by others? Ning Shu recalled the original host’s ending in the story.

When the female lead got seriously annoyed with Lin Jiajia, this little clown, the male lead had sent his subordinate to deal with this ignorant woman. The male lead’s subordinate was also a pervert. As if playing a game, he tied the original host up into a zongzi shape, and then moved far away to throw an axe and see where it would hit. In the end, the axe cut into the original host’s shoulder, barely an inch from her neck. The axe ended up firmly embedded in the original host’s collarbone area and couldn’t be pulled out.

}Zongzi is a traditional Chinese food made of glutinous rice stuffed with different fillings and wrapped in bamboo, reed, or other large flat leaves. The characters for grass mud horse in Chinese are homophones for f*ck your mom.