Dưới đây là phiên bản đã chỉnh theo quy tắc bạn đặt ra — đổi Yun Shen → Yun Xin, A Shen → A Xin — giữ nguyên nhịp, giọng văn và cảm xúc, chỉ cập nhật tên cho thống nhất, không thêm thắt hay cắt bỏ nội dung:
A Xin didn't flinch before He Meili's towering frame.
Even though the bully was 1.75 meters tall and she herself barely reached 1.6—shorter even than Qiao Wei—A Xin stood calm and composed, her posture small yet steady.
She stretched out her pale hand toward Qiao Wei, just like she had on the rooftop yesterday.
Without thinking, Qiao Wei grasped it.
That familiar warmth spread through her palm, chasing away the winter chill. Her wind-chapped cheeks flushed red from the heat.
Still holding Qiao Wei's hand, A Xin started walking toward the classroom building.
That was apparently the last straw for He Meili. She stomped forward and blocked their way, her broad arms forming a wall of flesh. Her already ugly face twisted into something fiercer—thick brows, heavy-lidded eyes, and a scowl that could've scared most girls to tears.
A Xin merely pushed up her glasses, her voice level.
"He Meili, you're wasting my study time."
"Bookworm," He Meili sneered, "this has nothing to do with you. If you want to stay in this school, get lost while I'm being nice."
She knew Yun Xin's background well enough.
An orphan, parents dead, surviving off a small apartment they'd left her.
Her grades were top of the school, but her life was hard—every meal, every fee, earned by part-time work.
Girls like her clung to study like it was their only hope.
Scare them a little, and they'd bow their heads and retreat.
But A Xin didn't move.
She looked at He Meili with the same mild, detached gaze, and Qiao Wei's heart pounded with worry.
If this had been before, when she was still the Qiao family's princess, she wouldn't have feared He Meili one bit. But now… she tugged nervously at A Xin's sleeve, terrified she'd provoke real trouble.
A Xin smiled faintly. "Then hit me once. Hard. If it hurts enough, I'll leave."
Qiao Wei: "…"
He Meili blinked. What kind of idiot logic was that?
"Scram! I'm not in the mood to hit you. Let go of Qiao Wei, and we'll pretend this never happened."
She was convinced Yun Xin was afraid and trying to talk her way out. The thought made her smirk.
But A Xin shook her head, still gripping Qiao Wei's hand.
"If you don't hit me, I won't move. And I'll keep interfering.
Only if you hit me and scare me will I stop."
He Meili chuckled darkly. That made sense—she'd seen it before.
People who dared meddle in her business usually ended up regretting it. After one good beating, they either avoided her or transferred schools altogether.
"Fine. Don't blame me for not holding back."
She eyed A Xin like she was looking at a fool, then glanced at Qiao Wei with mock pity.
"See, Qiao Wei? You trusted the wrong person. She's offering herself up so I can vent my anger. After this, don't expect her to stand up for you again."
Qiao Wei's pale face went even whiter. She bit her lip hard, heart twisting.
He Meili pulled off her gloves, raised her arm, and swung with full strength at A Xin's face.
The motion was so sharp that Qiao Wei yelped in fear, trying to pull her desk mate out of the way.
But A Xin didn't budge—rooted to the ground like a tree.
Qiao Wei squeezed her eyes shut.
Smack!
The crisp sound cracked through the air, sharp enough to make Qiao Wei flinch.
Her stomach dropped. Her fingers loosened—but A Xin's hand still held hers tightly, unyielding.
Then came a shriek.
"You—you hit me!?"
Qiao Wei's eyes flew open.
On He Meili's already homely face, a bright red palm mark stood out like a flag.
A Xin's expression hadn't changed. Her lips curved in a calm, almost gentle smile, but behind the glasses, her eyes flashed with something cold and unreadable.
He Meili staggered, too stunned to react. She'd never been slapped in her life—certainly not by a short, quiet honor student with no background and noodle arms.
But shock quickly turned to fury.
With a roar, she lunged at A Xin.
In her mind, the fight was already over—two weak girls wouldn't stand a chance.
Students nearby froze.
No one dared interfere when the school bully was involved.
Some turned away and rushed into the building; others lingered at a safe distance, eyes wide with morbid fascination.
Everyone expected He Meili to crush the smaller girl in seconds.
What happened next shattered that illusion.
The petite Yun Xin shoved Qiao Wei safely behind her and spun around—her hand snapping up again in a clean, fast motion.
Another slap landed right across He Meili's face.
The taller girl howled, stumbling backward.
She tried to strike back, but every punch, every kick missed its mark.
A Xin sidestepped effortlessly, movements smooth and precise, shielding Qiao Wei at all times.
The onlookers were dumbfounded.
Their jaws dropped so far open you could've fit an egg inside.
Yun Xin… fought back.
And not only that—
She won.
She'd actually beaten the 1.75-meter-tall, taekwondo-trained school bully.
This couldn't be real.
With one swift move, A Xin kicked He Meili's knee, sending her crashing down to one knee on the icy pavement.
Then she pressed a hand onto her shoulder—a deceptively light touch that made the bigger girl's body freeze under the pressure.
"Yun Xin!" He Meili snarled, glaring up at her. "You're dead."
Leaning down, A Xin's voice was soft, almost amused.
"Oh? You're going to tell the teachers that I knocked you down and you couldn't fight back?"
He Meili's breath hitched.
Of course she couldn't.
If word got out that the mighty He Meili had been flattened by the top nerd in school, her reputation would be ruined.
"There's a security camera over there," A Xin continued calmly. "You threw the first punch. That's self-defense.
If you want, I can help you call a car to take you to the hospital. I'm broke, though—you'll have to pay for the ride.
If you really find an injury, I'll take responsibility."
"You'll regret this, Yun Xin," He Meili spat through gritted teeth.
She tried to stand, but A Xin's hand pressed down again, heavy as iron.
Her knee throbbed from the fall. She couldn't even rise without wincing.
A Xin patted her shoulder, tone perfectly flat—almost kindly.
"Careful next time, He Meili. It's cold, and the ground's slippery. Wouldn't want you to fall again."
Then, still in that same mild voice, she added,
"No need to thank me. Helping classmates is part of being an excellent student."
And with that, she smiled faintly, took Qiao Wei's hand, and led her away.
Behind them, He Meili trembled with rage, her distorted face glaring daggers at their backs.
Only when they reached their seats did Qiao Wei come back to her senses.
She was still clutching a warm hand-warmer—A Xin must've slipped it into her hands at some point.
The gentle heat seeped into her frozen fingers, and somehow it felt like it was melting the ice around her heart, too.
She leaned closer and whispered, just loud enough for her desk mate to hear,
"Yun Xin."
A quiet hum in response.
Qiao Wei smiled faintly. For the first time in months, she felt safe.
Bạn muốn mình tiếp tục hiệu chỉnh phần chương tiếp theo theo cùng quy chuẩn (Yun Xin / A Xin) luôn không? Mình có thể làm liền mạch để bạn có bản hoàn chỉnh.