Chapter 37 - 37 This Person Isn't a Human, but the King of Hell!
Billionaire’s Beloved Wife
37: This Person Isnât a Human, but the King of Hell!
37: This Person Isnât a Human, but the King of Hell!
Editor: Dragon Boat Translation Nan Yanâs words gave the students in the class an uneasy feeling.
âIâll give you one last chance.
Whoever did it, step forward.
Otherwise, even if you beg for mercy later, it wonât work,â said Nan Yan, her expression cold and her beautiful eyes exuding a chilling and rebellious aura.
Despite her slow and casual tone, it intensified the sense of oppression.
âAn Nanyan, I warn you, donât mess around!â The class monitor shouted in a forceful manner.
âWhat if I do?â Nan Yan replied.
In an instant, she lifted her leg and kicked the table next to her, sending it flying.
Startled, Lu Rongrong, who was sitting behind the table, let out a scream and covered her ears.
The table overturned, scattering its contents all over the floor.
âLu Rongrong, it seems the lesson I gave you last time wasnât enough,â Nan Yan grabbed Lu Rongrong by the collar and lifted her up.
âSeeking revenge on me?
Huh?â Terrified, Lu Rongrong stammered, âYouâ¦
What are you talking about?
I donât know.
Waaah!
Let me go!â âYou release her, Nan Yan!
Youâre bullying your classmates.
I will report this to the class teacher and the headmaster!â âYouâve gone too far!
Fighting and causing violence in school will lead to punishment!â âFor f**kâs sake, I canât take it anymore.
Sheâs just a girl, and weâre so many guys.
Why should we be afraid of her?
Letâs all gang up and teach her a lesson!â One of the male students shouted, and all the male classmates united, surrounding Nan Yan, preparing to attack her.
Nan Yanâs eyes were filled with bloodlust as she attacked.
Screams echoed one after another.
Within three minutes, all the male students in the class were kneeling.
It wasnât voluntary; they were temporarily unable to stand up due to the pain caused by Nan Yanâs kicks.
As the one who beat them, Nan Yan nonchalantly shook her hand and raised an eyebrow.
âDo the remaining girls want to teach me a lesson as well?â âN-Noâ¦
Pleaseâ¦â The girlsâ spirits were on the verge of shattering from fear.
They had just witnessed Nan Yan single-handedly beating up seventeen to eighteen male classmates.
Who would dare to confront her?
This person was ruthless!
A maniac!
She completely disregarded the school rules and wasnât afraid of being punished.
She was too ferocious!
Squeezing her own wrist, Nan Yan spoke with a clear and unhurried voice, âDonât want to get beaten up?
Then clean up my desk.â The girlsâ faces grew even paler.
When they had poured the filth onto her desk, they had used a small bucket and poured it directly onto the desk.
It was easy to make a mess, but cleaning it upâ¦
âStudent An, I was wrong.
I wonât dare to oppose you anymore.
Can you please not make me clean that up?â someone pleaded, followed by others begging for mercy.
Crying and hoping to soften Nan Yanâs heart through their displays of weakness.
Unfortunatelyâ¦
With a âtskâ sound, Nan Yan clicked her tongue and casually spoke, âDo you remember what I said before?â âI gave you one last chance, and you didnât seize it.
So now, begging for mercy is useless.â Nan Yanâs lips curled in a cold and provocative manner, exuding a sinister aura.
âThose who refuse to clean up will meet the same fate as the boys.â The trembling boys who were still in pain were speechless.
This person isnât a human, but the King of Hell!
If they were given another chance, they would never dare to provoke her.
Butâ¦
Thereâs no pill for regret in this world.
Their regrets came too lateâ¦
Under Nan Yanâs threat, the girls, one by one, put on masks and covered their hands with various materials before cleaning up the filth on her desk.
Some vomited while cleaning, and others sobbed uncontrollably.
Nan Yan leaned casually against the podium, took out a lollipop from her pocket, and bit into it, observing them as they cleaned up.
Several minutes later, a voice filled with tears spoke, âAnnâ¦
Classmate An, if I canât clean the books properly, can I compensate you with mine?â âMy school uniform is the same size as yours, and Iâve only worn it a few times.
Can we exchange?
Please?â They were genuinely terrified of Nan Yan now.
They just wanted to quickly satisfy Nan Yan and be spared.
Nan Yan looked at the spotlessly clean desk and the pile of unusable books and school uniforms on the floor.
The murderous intent in her eyes subsided slightly.
âThere wonât be a next time.â This time, she was disciplining them on behalf of the original host.
Repaying their debt to the original host.
However, if they ever dared to cross her again, she wouldnât show mercy.
âWe wonât dare anymoreâ¦
We really wonât dareâ¦â âSobâ¦
We really wonât dareâ¦â The group of girls shook their heads desperately.
Even Lu Rongrong, who hated Nan Yan the most, was genuinely afraid now.
She wouldnât dare to oppose her again.
Nan Yan pointed at the pile of unusable books on the ground and spoke coldly, âThrow those things in the trash can.
Consider this incident over.â The girls quickly threw the books and the trash from cleaning the desk into the trash can and looked at Nan Yan expectantly.
âClassmate An, can we go wash our hands?â Even though they had used materials to protect their hands while cleaning, they still felt dirty and needed to clean themselves properly.
But the door was locked.
If Nan Yan didnât unlock the door, they wouldnât dare to leave.
At that moment, the teacherâs voice came from outside the door, âWhy wonât the door open?
Can someone inside help me open it?â The male student closest to the door felt like he had found a savior and hurriedly went to open the door.
This class was an English class, and the English teacher was a young woman.
When she entered the classroom, she saw all the male students around the podium with painful expressions, a table overturned, and books scattered everywhere.
The female students were all sitting in the last row, with a large trash can beside them.
A foul odor permeated the entire classroom.
The English teacher looked surprised.
âWhatâs going on?â The class leader stood up, enduring the pain, and pointed at Nan Yan, accusing her, âTeacher, itâs An Nanyan.
She beat us up, injured all of us, and bullied the girls, making them clean her desk!â âAnother incident?â The English teacherâs expression turned serious.
However, she still found it hard to believe.
After all, Nan Yan was just a little girl who had been bullied and ostracized by the class before.
How could she have beaten all the male students?
She looked at Nan Yan and asked seriously, âStudent An, is what he said true?â Nan Yan nodded indifferently, âYes.â The English teacher was speechless.
Looks can be deceiving, and the sea is immeasurable?
She never expected that Nan Yan could actually overpower this group of male students!
âBoys, go to the office, Student An, you go as well.
Girls, thank you for your hard work in cleaning the classroom.
Letâs have self-study for this class.â The English teacher made her decision, and Nan Yan, along with a group of male students, limped their way to the office.
However, the male students were in a pitiful state.
Nan Yan had used a bit too much force, and they were still in pain.
They had to support each other, hobbling as they walked.
The headmaster, who was browsing his favorite female celebrity on a webpage, heard someone calling for a report and quickly closed the webpage before allowing the people outside to enter.
In the end, nearly twenty people came rushing in, almost squeezing the whole office.
âWhatâs going on?â âNan Yan, donât tell me this has something to do with you again!â