Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl-Chapter 47 - 0 Stirring up trouble is also a skill 1 update

Chapter 47: 047 Stirring up trouble is also a skill [1 update]

Chapter 47: 047 Stirring up trouble is also a skill [1 update]

She smiled again, her tone light, “Or both at the same time?”

“…”

The classroom was still silent; the students hadn’t reacted yet, including Sheng Song’s few underlings.

It was not until Sheng Song let out another grunt that the two boys next to him snapped out of it and hurriedly lifted the desk.

Sheng Song was finally able to breathe and gasped for air.

He pushed the boys away and looked at Ye Wanlan with a venomous stare, “What do you mean, new classmate? Giving me a show of strength on your third day at school? How did I provoke you?”

“Exactly!” A boy burst out angrily, “Brother Song hasn’t even seen you these three days, what are you doing?”

“Who allowed you to touch my stuff? Which hand? Or was it—” Ye Wanlan’s eyelashes fluttered down, her voice gentle, “a foot?”

Sheng Song’s eyes showed confusion.

Had Ye Wanlan already figured out that he was behind it?

How did she know?

But Sheng Song didn’t have time to ponder, as his right wrist was suddenly caught!

The girl had used just her thumb and forefinger to easily twist around the joint of his bones, then seemed to have pressed a particular acupoint.

“Ah—!”

Pain assaulted him instantly, and Sheng Song couldn’t help screaming out loud.

“Brother Song!”

“Brother Song, what’s wrong?”

Sheng Song’s body quivered; it felt as if countless needles were being plunged into his hand at once, all his nerves throbbing with severe pain.

“It seems not this one.” Ye Wanlan nodded slightly, “Then it must be this one.”

She touched his left hand as if on a whim, her demeanor light and breezy.

To outsiders, the girl’s movements seemed gentle, exerting no force at all.

However, Sheng Song only experienced inhuman pain, and he cried out in both shock and fury, “Ye Wanlan, what have you done?!”

“Not this one either.” Ye Wanlan’s voice was faint, “It seems we’re left with only the feet.”

Sheng Song almost jumped back a few steps in fear instinctively.

“What are you all doing?!”

A sharp rebuke fell, and the class teacher of Class 2 knocked on the door heavily, looking stern.

“Teacher, someone came to our class to provoke us!”

“They even knocked down Sheng Song’s desk just now.”

“Class has started, unrelated personnel please leave,” the Class 2 teacher coldly glanced at Ye Wanlan.

He had heard a few days ago that a new transfer student had arrived, one who dropped out of No.1 Middle School three years ago and now came to No.7 Middle School after being rejected by the former.

Thankfully, she wasn’t assigned to his class; otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to teach in peace.

Ye Wanlan smiled calmly at Sheng Song and turned to leave.

In that moment, Sheng Song felt as if he plunged into the biting chill of icy snowfields.

He kicked the boy next to him, “Why is the air conditioner set so low? I’m freezing to death!”

The boy, confused, replied, “Brother Song, it’s just 20 degrees… I’ll adjust it right now!”

Class 1 was having history class, and Ye Wanlan took her seat amidst the worries of many classmates.

Class 2 was right across from Class 1, and naturally, they had heard the racket from Class 2.

What exactly had happened?

Ye Wanlan remained calm as she took out the history textbook that the study committee member had helped her re-obtain.

“Are you okay?” Su Xueqing quietly offered her a piece of sandwiched soft candy, “Have some candy, it’ll make you feel better.”

Looking at the candy in her palm, Ye Wanlan smiled lightly, “Thank you, it’s been a long time since I’ve had candy.”

“A long time?” Su Xueqing was puzzled.

Candy wasn’t expensive; even she could afford it.

“I have a sister,” Ye Wanlan said, “She always tells me, ‘Sister, eat candy, the sweetness makes people happy. I will share all my candy with you.'”

Su Xueqing was momentarily stunned, a bit envious, “Your sister must care about you a lot. If she knew you were being bullied, she’d definitely be angry.”

Ye Wanlan fell silent for a moment, then smiled, “I don’t know if I’ll see her again, but as long as she’s living well, that’s enough.”

Su Xueqing tactfully didn’t inquire further.

Every family has its own issues; hers was no exception.

**

Meanwhile, in the counselor’s office.

The actions of Bureau 723 were swift; they had already found out that the person who entered Jiangcheng No.7 Middle School’s Senior 2 (Class 1) the previous night was Sheng Song.

“The school you found is really out of the way, but that’s not the issue, the problem is the lack of surveillance at night, and now the principal is so stingy.” The voice on the phone complained, “Luckily, a street camera caught it, and the clarity has been restored to 720p HD, and it’s been sent to your phone.”

Rong Yu nodded, unable to suppress a sigh, “This student is really not learning the right things, what made him do something like this?”

“What happened? Is this person a threat to Shenzhou?” The tone on the other end of the call became very tense, “Did he come up with some secret weapon and was planning to blow up one of our cities?!”

Rong Yu: “…”

A mere troublemaker, capable of creating a secret weapon?

Seeing no reply, the person on the phone grew more anxious, “Could it be something even more dangerous? We’ll send someone over immediately!”

Otherwise, why would they receive orders from their superiors to investigate such an insignificant person?

No—

Anyone probed by Bureau 723, no matter how minor they seem, harbors immense danger!

“No, no, no.” Rong Yu called a halt in time, “He’s not dangerous, but he really is harmful, a small issue, not one for you to handle, please don’t come.”

Joking aside, if Bureau 723 got involved, not only would Jiangcheng residents feel threatened, even Yunjing would be shaken up.

Bureau 723, a protective organizational force, was established in the early 20th century.

The reason for choosing these three digits was to constantly remind its members of one thing—

Three hundred years ago, in 1723, Shenzhou suffered a catastrophe, nearly leading to its demise.

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It was our ancestors who, with their bones and blood, tenaciously preserved the land of the Shenzhou continent.

Rong Yu only knew that 723 Bureau had a close relationship with Yan Tingfeng, but the specifics of his good brother’s position in Bureau 723 were unknown to him.

After all, Bureau 723 was established around the time he was born, at which point he was still a baby sucking on his fingers.

“How do you plan to deal with it?” Rong Yu turned his head, “The Sheng Family people, probably related to that Sheng what’s-its-name, ah, I’ve forgotten what it’s called, my memory.”

However, Yan Tingfeng suddenly said, “Back already?”

Rong Yu turned his head and saw Bing He pushing a cart full of flowers, exclaiming in surprise, “Yo, you really picked 999 roses?”

“Young Master, rest assured, not one is missing.” Tie Ma guaranteed, “I’ve already counted them once.”

Bing He looked deflated.

“Alright, alright, put the flowers down.” Rong Yu said, “The key issue now is how to handle this bad student.”

Bing He immediately perked up, “Young Master, just give the order, and I’ll bring that kid over for a slaughtering right away!”

Tie Ma nodded gravely; he didn’t speak, but his face read “I’m with you” through and through.

Rong Yu: “…”

Always ready to kill people at a moment’s notice, there’s just no saving them.

He was ready to throw in the towel!

Yan Tingfeng tapped his fingers lightly on the desktop, a slight smile on his face, “No rush, there’s another urgent matter now.”

“But we await your command, Young Master!” Bing He and Tie Ma were ready for action.

“After class ends, pick out the best ones and deliver them to Miss Ye,” Yan Tingfeng instructed with a gentle smile in his eyes, “Make her happy, understand?”

Bing He: “Huh?”

Is this the urgent matter?

He compared this with the urgent orders Yan Tingfeng had given before, and he began to doubt the word “urgent.”

However, after the class bell rang, Bing He and Tie Ma still appeared promptly in front of Ye Wanlan, handing her a bouquet of flowers.

“Miss Ye, these are from sir,” they said.

“Very fresh roses.” Ye Wanlan sniffed them and nodded, “Thoughtful.”

Bing He: “…”

How could they not be fresh?

He had just picked them.

Ye Wanlan accepted the flowers and raised an eyebrow, “You’re always appearing and disappearing like ghosts, are you Hidden Guards or dead soldiers?”

Bing He and Tie Ma’s bodies tensed instantly, their muscles bulging, as if they were ready to go on a killing spree at any moment.

“Why so nervous?” Miss Ye smiled, “It was just an offhand remark. That’s how they show it in TV dramas, isn’t it?”

Bing He: “…”

Tie Ma: “…”

The two of them felt fooled simultaneously.

But thinking about it, it made sense. Although Ye Wanlan had returned to the Lin Family, she still had no contact with the Yunjing Lin Family, so how could she know the secrets of the noble families?

The Six Great Sects had been destroyed three hundred years ago, and with them, Huaxia Martial Arts were lost.

Yet a small number of people continued to guard what was left of the heritage, persevering under the weight.

Ye Wanlan gazed at the roses in her hands, her expression indifferent, recalling the four dead soldiers King of Yan had given her.

They had been through life and death with her, and now she wondered what had become of them after she left.

As dead soldiers, even in death, they could not be remembered in history, not even granted their own graves.

Dead soldiers were destined to eternally sleep in some neglected night.

And their contributions and faults were also destined to remain unknown.

“If there’s anything you need, Miss Ye, you can tell us,” Bing He added, “We will convey it to sir. He’s very considerate of Miss Ye.”

This time, he hoped he hadn’t misspoken.

Ye Wanlan smiled faintly, “No, thank him for me.”

“Then we won’t disturb Miss Ye further,” Bing He breathed a sigh of relief.

Taking Tie Ma with him, they finally used the stairs this time, though it felt somewhat unusual.

Ye Wanlan quietly gazed at the scenery from the terrace for a while before taking the roses back to the classroom.

“Who is Ye Wanlan?” Just before the fourth class began, the Moral Education Director stood at the entrance of Senior Year 2, Class 1.

The students were a little confused.

“Don’t make me point you out myself, come forward voluntarily!” the Moral Education Director spoke sternly.

Causing trouble in another class right after arriving, do you want to be expelled?