The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 34

Chapter 34: 032 Little by little, Ying Feifei was made to eat the garbage.

Editor: Henyee Translations

The movement was both brutal and quick, with not even a half-second buffer.

“Ahhhh—!!!”

Ying Feifei only had time to let out a sharp scream because her entire head and half her body had been shoved into the trash can.

The trash can was large enough to fit a person without any problem.

Ying Zijin lifted her leg and kicked again.

With a “plop,” Ying Feifei was completely covered by the trash lid.

Everyone was stunned, unable to react at all.

They watched dumbfounded as Ying Zijin rolled up the sleeves of her white school uniform, casually pulled on a couple of garbage bags over her hands, and lifted Ying Feifei out of the trash can.

Her other hand, empty, picked up an apple from the ground and started to push it into Ying Feifei’s mouth. _{ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm}

Just as Ying Feifei caught her breath, her mouth was blocked by a rotting taste.

She widened her eyes in horror and struggled desperately, trying to scream, but she couldn’t break free and was forced to swallow the apple bit by bit.

Zhong Zhiwan finally snapped back to reality and shouted furiously, “Ying Zijin, what are you doing? Get over there and pull her apart!”

Zhong Zhiwan was the class monitor and the Verdant Goddess; no one in the Elite Class would ignore her words.

And indeed, Ying Zijin’s actions were utterly atrocious.

Not only skipping the duty roster but also laying hands on a classmate?

Several boys stepped forward at once, but the girl suddenly turned her head.

Her brows and eyes still displayed the usual indifference, like the distant mountain topped with snow.

But at that moment, she was enveloped in an aura of violence, and her gaze was so intense that even the sports commissioner, standing at one meter ninety, couldn’t help but step back.

For a moment, no one dared to move.

Ying Zijin withdrew her gaze, looking down at Ying Feifei, who was covered in garbage: “Does it taste good?”

Ying Feifei finally could speak. She cried desperately, hysterically screaming, “Ying Zijin, you’re sick! You are sick!!!”

Hadn’t she just torn up this bumpkin’s book and thrown it into the trash can?

What was that about?

To treat her like this?

“I am sick,” Ying Zijin looked down and chuckled lightly, “so bother me less.”

Just as Ying Feifei was about to curse out loud, the hand holding her up let go, and with a “bang,” she rolled back into the trash can.

Ying Zijin tore off the two garbage bags from her hands, took out some disposable hand sanitizer from her backpack with nonchalance, “Pretty dirty.”

“…”

The classroom fell dead silent.

Zhong Zhiwan’s lips quivered as she tried to steady her tone, “Help Feifei up.”

After several boys pulled Ying Feifei out, they quickly stepped back.

It was too stinky.

Ying Feifei’s school uniform and underclothes were all tainted with garbage, and oil dripped from her hair.

A dreadful sight.

Ying Feifei had never suffered such humiliation in her life.

“Ying Zijin, you’re finished, I’m telling you you’re done!” she cried as she ran off, “I’m going to tell the teacher and get you kicked out of the Elite Class!”

Zhong Zhiwan frowned slightly, not following her: “Everyone, clean up the classroom, we have morning reading soon.”

The classmates looked at each other for a while, complied with the arrangement, but wisely did not seek further trouble.

Zhong Zhiwan even less so; she didn’t want to deal with it and didn’t give Ying Zijin a single glance.