After speaking, Li Sheng really twisted it!
The girl whose wrist was dislocated was named Liu Feiyun. She had always been arrogant and overbearing, and she never expected that Li Sheng—the "soft persimmon"—would dare fight back! Now she was so frightened that her face turned pale. She couldn't even scream; she could only struggle and cry as she cursed:
"You bitch! Let go of me! Let go of me!"
There was another sharp crack, and Li Sheng slowly withdrew her hand.
"Ah!" Liu Feiyun screamed miserably. She thought her hand was ruined. But when she accidentally moved it, her scream stopped abruptly.
"What… what's going on?"
She turned her wrist, shocked to realize that the joint she was sure had been dislocated was now functioning normally.
Li Sheng raised her eyebrows slightly.
See? She always kept her word.
Others widened their eyes.
A blind cat finding a dead mouse?
After all, with Li Sheng's grades—the worst in the class—how could she possibly know how to set a bone?
Ridiculous!
After the initial shock faded, Liu Feiyun trembled with rage. She pointed at Li Sheng harshly:
"You must apologize to me today, or I will sue you for intentional injury!"
"Yes! You must apologize! We all saw it!" the others chimed in.
"Li Sheng, we're really unlucky for eight generations to be your classmates. If you have any shame at all, drop out and get lost!"
"And our clothes and shoes—you splashed them with dirty water! They're ruined! You must compensate us!"
Voices of condemnation erupted one after another.
The scene was exactly like two nights ago.
That night, after Jiang Chuchu pretended to fall down the stairs, these same people forced the original Li Sheng to apologize. When she refused, they used "school discipline" as an excuse to push her into the pool. They held her head underwater, watching her struggle and beg as she drowned. Not one of them had a shred of compassion.
They believed she deserved it.
She deserved the oppression.
She deserved to die.
Li Sheng smiled faintly, her eyes cold as still water, her delicate face stunning.
"Well, before I apologize to you, shouldn't we settle the matter of attempted murder—when you pushed me into the water, causing me to drown and be sent to the hospital?"
As soon as she finished speaking, the expressions of the boys and girls changed. Then they quickly sneered:
"We call that doing justice for the people! You made Chuchu fall down the stairs and refused to admit it. We couldn't stand it, so we taught you a lesson. What's wrong with that?"
"That's right! You're shameless! You forced Chuchu and Qi Yu apart because of your status and repeatedly bullied such a kind-hearted girl! A vicious woman like you deserves to die!"
"Li Sheng, everything is your own fault!"
The crowd was furious, ready to tear her apart.
Jiang Chuchu sat quietly in the back row, surrounded by her so-called supportive classmates. Someone comforted her:
"Chuchu, don't be afraid. We're here for you!"
But Jiang Chuchu wasn't afraid at all.
If anything, the fire wasn't big enough.
She stood up, limping slightly, and pretended to persuade them softly:
"Everyone, don't be like this. We're all classmates. Don't cause trouble because of me…"
"What classmates? I don't want to be in the same class as someone like her!"
"Exactly! Today we're driving her out of school!"
"People like her make me sick!"
Amid the storm of insults, Li Sheng stood calmly on the podium. She neither defended herself nor looked intimidated by their accusations.
Once their rage had burned out, she spoke slowly:
"Are you done? Good. Since you claim I pushed Jiang Chuchu—do you have any evidence?"
Silence fell.
Then someone muttered, "If it wasn't you, then who else could it be?"
Li Sheng shrugged lightly.
"Well, since you have no evidence, I suppose there's no case."
With that, she inserted a USB drive into the podium computer. A video appeared on the large screen.
Video 1: The Hotel Corridor
A young couple kissed passionately in a hotel corridor before rushing into a room.
That couple was… Jiang Chuchu and Qi Yu.
The footage was explicit enough that Jiang Chuchu's face instantly turned green with humiliation.
Everyone wondered—how did Li Sheng get this video?
Hadn't all the hotel surveillance been deleted?
Li Sheng blinked innocently.
"Oops, wrong file. This isn't the video of the two-timing couple cheating behind my back."
Click.
Video 2: The Staircase Incident
The screen showed Li Sheng and Jiang Chuchu arguing on a staircase.
Li Sheng's voice trembled:
"How could you two—my sister and my childhood sweetheart—betray me like this?"
"It's not what you think, Ah Li… please let me explain…" Jiang Chuchu wept.
The two argued.
Then—suddenly—Jiang Chuchu toppled down the stairs!
The scene froze.
Then the slow-motion playback zoomed in.
Li Sheng's hand never touched Jiang Chuchu.
Not even the hem of her clothes brushed against her.
Li Sheng smirked.
"So, Miss Jiang Chuchu—if I didn't touch you, how did you fall? Gravity?"
Jiang Chuchu turned pale.
Her knees almost buckled.
The evidence was rock solid.
But the shameless crowd shouted:
"You edited it! You must have removed the part where you pushed her!"
"Yeah! Do you think we're stupid?"
Li Sheng smiled coldly
Video 3: The Attempted Murder
This one was hers. She copied it herself.
The screen showed the truth—her struggling helplessly in the water.
Every plea choked by water entering her nose and mouth.
Each time she surfaced, someone pushed her back down.
"Li Sheng, you evil woman! Go to hell!"
"This is karma! You deserve it!"
"I didn't push her!" the soaked girl cried desperately. "Why won't you believe me…"
Five minutes of attempted
murder.
At the end, the girl sank to the bottom of the pool.
The video cut off.
Li Sheng looked at them, her tone icy calm:
"Were these edited too?"
The scene in the video was real, and the participants were the arrogant group of teenagers standing before her — the very ones who had stood up for Jiang Chuchu.
This was something they couldn't deny.
Liu Feiyun was the first to step forward, her voice sharp as she confronted Li Sheng.
"So what? You pushed Chuchu first, and it's only right that we punish you!"
"Whether I'm guilty or not, there's no need for you to punish me." Li Sheng's voice was calm, steady. "But as for you… do you know the consequences of intentionally killing someone?"
She didn't raise her voice; she didn't need to.
"According to Article 232 of the Criminal Law, intentional homicide is punishable by death, life imprisonment, or imprisonment of more than ten years."
Her gaze swept across their faces, watching each one turn a shade paler.
"For those with less serious circumstances, the sentence is not less than three years and not more than ten."
Every word she spoke tightened the air around them.
They were hot-blooded teenagers — reckless, arrogant. But when faced with the Criminal Law, especially with conclusive evidence staring them in the face, fear crept in. Even the most fearless among them couldn't hide it.
Liu Feiyun shuddered. She remembered very clearly: she was the one who pushed Li Sheng into the water last night. But so what? People like them always believed they could get away with anything.
She lifted her chin defiantly.
"Li Sheng, don't try to scare us with the law. If I don't admit to what I did in the video, what can you do to me?" She sneered. "Besides, you're standing here just fine, aren't you?"
"So you mean," Li Sheng replied with a slow smile — one that never reached her eyes, "that as long as I'm standing here, you think you haven't committed a crime?"
Her tone dropped, cold and cutting.
"That excuse won't work with me. You can explain it to the police."
The police?
Her words struck like thunder.
She reported it to the police?
Every face in the crowd changed instantly.