"Don't come any closer!" Xiaoquan Aonai screamed, struggling subconsciously.
A scene of extreme exaggeration unfolded.
The two bodyguards who had just touched Xiaoquan Aonai's arm were flung far away.
There was a clatter of noise as bookshelves, televisions, refrigerators toppled over, scattering food everywhere.
The elmwood table and sofa, being closer, were ironically unaffected.
"What's this?" Xiaoquan Aonai looked at her own hand, then anxiously and fearfully at the two bodyguards who had been thrown.
They lay on the floor in pain, unable to get up for quite some time.
Across from the door of the Human Observation Department classroom, Kiyono Lin stood with arms crossed, her delicate body leaning against the wall, observing the scene with interest.
If Xiaoquan Aonai suffered a bit, she neither approved nor disapproved, but when Jiutiao Meijie was embarrassed, she was all for it.
