Conspiracy: I'm directing my own life

Chapter 6 Misaligned Clash

Faced with Chu Kong's almost threatening remarks, Li Lingchuang knew he couldn't avoid it, so he had no choice but to raise his voice firmly in front of everyone: "Everyone, watch out for the glass on the ground."

After saying that, he snorted coldly again and turned to leave.

But Chu Kong called out to him again: "Hey, Li, this isn't right."

"What is it now?" Li Lingchuang was annoyed, but still turned around with an impatient look.

"Look, Li, it's break time now, so the class is definitely not full." Chu Kong pointed around innocently, the glass he was holding between his fingers drawing a dangerous glint in the air.

"Shouldn't we just inform each other?" Li Lingchuang looked around as well; no one dared to have any objections to this formidable character.

To everyone's surprise, Chu Kong was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, then his eyes reddened slightly, and his tone suddenly became melancholy: "Li, you've touched a sore spot for me."

Li Lingchuang frowned deeply, unable to discern what Chu Kong was up to.

Chu Kong continued, "Someone as sunny and cheerful as Li Lingchuang must have no shortage of friends." As he spoke, Chu Kong glanced intentionally or unintentionally at the person who had been playing around with Li Lingchuang earlier.

However, this action naturally caught everyone's attention.

The boy who was caught in the eye was clearly Li Lingchuang's follower. He was flustered when he realized that everyone was staring at him.

Chu Kong ignored him and continued, "To be honest, before I transferred here, I was a very withdrawn person. No one was willing to talk to me, let alone inform me of something so important."

Chu Kong's voice lowered, his shoulders slumped, and the smile on his face vanished, replaced by a look of deep sorrow.

This time, not only Li Lingchuang, but everyone in the class focused their attention on Chu Kong.

Li Lingchuang cursed inwardly, thinking, "You look so clean and innocent, and you're aloof? You're kidding me! Don't girls fawn over you? Do you think I'd believe that?"

But the pity on the girls' faces did not escape his notice.

Chu Kong's words were a clear threat, giving off a "you'll have to bear the consequences" vibe, which made Li Lingchuang feel quite troubled.

"What do you want to do?" Li Lingchuang asked impatiently.

"Hehe, it's that simple, just write it on the blackboard, right?" Hearing this, the gloom on Chu Kong's face vanished.

Li Lingchuang gritted his teeth, strode onto the podium, and scribbled a few words in the corner of the blackboard.

"Watch out for shards of glass on the ground."

Then he threw the chalk on the lectern, and it broke in two with a crisp sound.

After doing all this, Li Lingchuang turned around and walked outside.

"Li, you've made things so difficult for me!" Chu Kong spoke for the third time, his tone filled with helpless distress: "You've really... made me suffer!"

That shout stunned everyone in the class.

I think this is because Chu Kong completely fooled Li Lingchuang, isn't it?

How did he cause you so much suffering?

Facing the gazes of the class, Chu Kong spoke in a pitiful tone: "Think about it, if the teacher sees this, wouldn't they ask: How did the glass break like this?"

Then the teacher would need to know that it was my water cup that broke.

The teacher has to wonder, how did the water cup break? Why did everyone else's water cup break but the new transfer student's? Could it be that he was being bullied in class?

Then you'll have to ask me, or ask other classmates.

If you ask other classmates, they probably won't be able to say, right?

You've asked me, so I certainly can't just say your name, Li, right? That would be so unfair of me.

But if I don't say anything, the teacher will start to overthink things, right?

Why would a child suddenly drop their water cup?

"Alright." Li Lingchuang interrupted Chu Kong, veins bulging on his forehead. "Tell me what to do."

"You just need to change it to 'Li Lingchuang accidentally knocked over Chu Kong's water cup while playing around. Everyone be careful of the broken glass on the ground.'"

Li Lingchuang took a deep breath, as if filled with determination.

He strode up to the podium and wrote the words Chu Kong had requested on the blackboard in a flourish.

Then he stormed out of the classroom.

Then Chu Kong's loud voice came chasing after him again: "Li, you still haven't told me where the cleaning tools are—"

This time, Li Lingchuang ignored Chu Kong.

The tense atmosphere in the classroom finally eased only after Li Lingchuang's figure completely disappeared through the doorway.

A gentle murmur of whispers, low laughter, and gasps of amazement rose up.

Even though they knew they were in the middle of a play, they clearly recognized Li Lingchuang's identity as a thug.

Chu Kong, surprisingly, managed to make this seemingly troublesome thug retreat step by step.

The students looked at Chu Kong with curiosity and scrutiny.

Watching Li Lingchuang's retreating figure, Chu Kong breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that he had gained the upper hand in this confrontation.

It wasn't just a confrontation with Li Lingchuang.

Or it was with everyone present who was waiting to see a good show.

It is also a connection with the production team and every viewer in front of the screen.

But this is still far from victory.

Just then, Chu Kong felt his sleeve being gently pinched and pulled back by two fingers behind him.

"Chu Kong," came the class monitor's gentle voice from behind, "it's in the storage room, I'll take you there."

"Huh?" Chu Kong turned around and met her clear gaze. The next second, he realized that she was talking about cleaning supplies.

Under the watchful eyes of the entire class, Chu Kong had no choice but to nod and follow the female class monitor into the storage room.

Just as Chu Kong followed the class monitor out of the classroom through the front door...

Unbeknownst to him, not far behind him, at the back door of the classroom, a graceful figure was leaning against the back door of Class 19, having stood there for quite some time.

It was obvious that she had listened in on the play.

She wore a black suit skirt with no discernible brand; the cut was extremely simple, yet it perfectly outlined her figure, which was somewhere between youthful and mature.

Beneath the knee-length skirt, her calves were taut and straight, and she wore a pair of matte leather pointed shoes. The angle at which the heels touched the ground revealed a hint of impatience and precision.

Although she leaned against the wall in a relaxed posture, she gave off a sense of cheetah-like elegance and readiness to pounce.

What's most striking is the beauty mark at the corner of her eye, a dot on her porcelain-white skin, like a drop of ink adding the finishing touch to a beautiful painting.

She watched Chu Kong's figure disappear around the corner.

Then, she turned around and walked in the opposite direction from Chu Kong.

This subtle movement caused a few strands of unbound black hair to slide down her pale cheek. The hair brushed against her beauty mark, like a sigh passing over a wound.

She walked quickly, her steps swift and powerful, her long black hair flowing behind her, drawing a clean arc through the silence, cutting off all the noise.

It leaves only a faint, cedar-like fragrance in place.

She had no expression, but simply raised her hand, casually brushing aside a strand of hair by her ear with her fingertips, revealing a tiny, almost invisible earphone.

Her fingernails were trimmed short and clean, coated with clear top coat that reflected a cold light. "Did you all hear that? Now, who has any objections to my opinion?" After a brief pause, "If no one has any objections, then hurry up and rewrite your analysis report."