"Do you have classes?" Chuzheng suddenly asked.
"???
Chuzheng's question was so earnest, as if it were something important, that the few girls were bewildered, and no one answered.
Chuzheng stuck her hands in her pockets, showing no intention of troubling them, and her voice drifted over blithely: "If you don't have classes, then fighting and sparring might suit you."
With those words, Chuzheng walked out.
The girls exchanged glances.
"What... does she mean?"
"I don't know..."
It was so random, who could understand it?
"Why didn't you speak just now?"
"Why didn't you speak?"
"..."
-
Chuzheng had the 'dinner' experience from last time, so she was much calmer facing backlash for the second time, without encountering too big of an issue.
When school ended, Chuzheng saw those girls being taken to the office by a teacher.
Chuzheng, the Good Person, touched an imaginary red scarf, hiding her achievements and name as she headed for the school gate.
