Let me win you over, and you'll become a heartthrob before I even begin?

Another place.

The slanting silver moonlight pierced into the dimly lit factory, paving a short stretch of silver moonlit road.

The girl strolled towards the silver moonlit path, the scattered moonlight draping over her.

She turned around and looked at the other girl behind her.

The girl was leaning lazily against the wall, a lollipop dangling from her mouth, looking quite content.

Bathed in the moonlight, the girl casually glanced at the special admissions students huddled in the corner, trembling, and couldn't help but smile: "I knew I'd only found half of my people."

"So you were the one who took the other half, dear Luoyue?"

When Jian Luoyue heard the other person mention her, she raised her eyes with a little interest. "Likewise, my dear confidante."

Jian Luoyue glanced sideways at Luo Shimu, who was standing to the side playing on his phone, seemingly unconcerned.

"By the way, I'd like to thank our classmate Luo Shimu for helping us clean up the mess later."

When Luo Shimu was mentioned, he finally looked up from his phone and smiled mischievously: "You're welcome, it's nothing."

Jian Luoyue turned her gaze back to the special admissions student huddled in the corner.

They seemed to have stopped trembling. Rather than fear, they actually had the leisure to look at Jian Luoyue and the others with resentful eyes.

Jian Luoyue used her phone to hide the smile on her lips. Her sweet face was now unreadable, and her once clear and bright eyes were now filled with an inscrutable interest.

At this moment, she was like honey laced with poison.

Fascinating.

It's even more frightening.

Jian Luoyue chuckled: "It seems they want to try something different, don't you two agree?"

Luo Shimu became interested: "Tell me about it."

Sheng Zhixin stood still, arms crossed, silently watching Jian Luoyue prepare to make a suggestion.

Jian Luoyue's light, rippling laughter echoed in the quiet room, like a fairy who had mistakenly wandered into the mortal world.

"Okay, then I'll have to give it a try."

The girl's voice was like sweet nectar, like that of a pure angel.

But in the blink of an eye.

The angel's face suddenly cracked.

Her face suddenly turned cold. After she moved the phone away, her malicious smile was blatantly revealed, and her eyes showed naked malice and contempt.

A demonic whisper arose:

"Presumably, simple physical torture has lost its novelty for them."

She bit into the candy, pulled out the empty candy stick, and walked straight to the corner where the special admissions students were.

The moment they saw Jian Luoyue strutting towards them with a gloomy, insane expression—

Those special admission students, who should have been numb, suddenly felt a chill and trembled all over, as if they were about to be doomed in the next second.

Jian Luoyue's face was too cold and terrifying. For some reason, they were even more afraid of Jian Luoyue like this. They felt uneasy and always felt that Jian Luoyue would play them to death as viciously as she had said!

They tried to breathe deeply, attempting to force themselves to calm down and stay composed, but their bodies betrayed their senses.

Their minds went blank, their bodies tensed, their ears rang, their pupils constricted, and their lips trembled involuntarily.

They watched helplessly as Jian Luoyue, who resembled a demon, walked towards them.

Not only was my breathing rapid, but the breathing around me became increasingly heavy and mixed together, and a wave of heat rolled in, as if fire were burning right in front of me.

The external heat and the internal chill intertwined, relentlessly stimulating and tormenting their nerves.

The sound of footsteps that seemed to be proclaiming death kept echoing in my ears.

The footsteps are getting closer.

The girl's light, cold voice flowed out with a veil of malice that had no substance whatsoever.

"What does physical torture even matter?"

"Hey~"

"You guys must be really happy when you keep calling me a 'simp,' right?"

"boom!"

A sudden, loud crashing sound was heard!

Jian Luoyue kicked Wen Yu away!

In this extremely oppressive and quiet atmosphere, the sudden impact was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, completely shattering their reason!

In an instant, they screamed in despair, but because their mouths were stuffed with rags, their hysterical screams turned into pitiful sobs.

Jian Luoyue had no interest in appreciating their predicament and screams.

The moment I saw Wen Yu.

She was already surrounded by a sinister and arrogant aura, like a demon about to break free of the shackles of hell, wanting only to tear her enemy apart as quickly as possible and vent her anger to the fullest!

Wen Yu, who had been kicked away, fell lopsided.

Jian Luoyue walked up to Wen Yu with disdain and forcefully pinched Wen Yu's skull.

Jian Luoyue's voice was as light as a veil, yet it was filled with malice, like a thin veil soaked in a vat of poison:

"So you're Wen Yu?"

"They've got some nerve, daring to touch the person I'm protecting."

Wen Yu was forced to look Jian Luoyue in the eye. When he saw the bloodthirsty and hateful look in her eyes, he was so frightened that he trembled violently, as if he had been thrown into an ice cellar and crushed. His whole body was already covered with a chill caused by fear.

Wen Yu could only look at Jian Luoyue with pleading and regretful eyes, and because his mouth was covered, he kept sobbing and begging for mercy.

Jian Luoyue scorned his pleas for mercy and shoved Wen Yu away.

She stopped looking at the group of cowardly bullies and her tone returned to calm: "Since you enjoy playing with bad breath so much..."

"Then you can have as much fun as you want."

She merely raised her eyes, and the man in black hiding in the shadows understood her meaning.

The group quickly brought over tables and chairs, the tabletops of which were temporarily brand new and smooth.

The men in black arranged the desks and chairs in neat rows and installed the chandeliers and clocks in an orderly fashion.

The chandeliers lit up, and the dim, almost yellowish light instantly filled the entire factory.

The men in black grabbed all the special admissions students, pinned them to the table, and set rules—rules that Wen Yu had used before!

tonight.

Everyone can become a "literary censor," and everyone can become an accomplice to evil.

of course.

Everyone will take turns becoming—

Victims who were “violent, despised, and tortured.”

Jian Luoyue wants each of them to return to their old ways and bully others, just like they were when they bullied others and mocked and ridiculed them.

finally--

It's their turn now.

Bullied!

Jian Luoyue was never satisfied with physical torture. In her opinion, a few casual apologies from the abusers were useless, and being beaten several times was equally useless. Only by personally experiencing what they had done could they realize their mistakes.

Tonight, she wants every abuser to taste the bitter fruit of their past misdeeds, and then bow their heads and admit their mistakes!

Of course, this does not apply to every perpetrator.

The true nature of an evildoer can be discerned by observing their actions.

They've all done bad things, so how can they truly acknowledge and admit their mistakes?

At most, they might cry and say "I was wrong" a few times because they were bullied.

But Jian Luoyue didn't care about that.

Jian Luoyue made them repeat this trick, letting the bullies suffer the consequences, not to make them realize their mistakes.

It was to avenge Yan Weixi.

Then, he personally escorted Yan Weixi and Li Yao to him and made them say every single apology they owed him, again and again, until he had said it all.

I need to repay those three words, "I'm sorry."

The same torment must be repaid even more!

Upon witnessing this scene, Sheng Zhixin and Luo Shimu nodded in approval, tacitly agreeing with Jian Luoyue's actions.

And he left his people here to stay with Jian Luoyue and complete this not-so-simple "plan".

The three of them left the factory, leaving the entire "campus stage" to the specially admitted students.

tonight.

Evil people will be punished by evil people.

They left the factory.

Luo Shimu smiled and said, "Miss Jian, aren't you afraid they'll go crazy playing this game so much?"

Jian Luoyue said nonchalantly, "I'm just imposing the things they did on him, and you can't even stand that?"

"Hmph, it's just an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. They deserve it," Sheng Zhixin sneered.

"Yes, yes, the two ladies are right."

"My people will handle the mess afterwards. I need to hurry back; I haven't finished my late assignment."

Luo Shimu deliberately teased, "Xiao Xixi and I are unlucky today. We were both punished with homework. Sigh, we're the only two who have homework. How pitiful."

Jian Luoyue didn't want to pay attention to his sarcastic and smug remarks.

Sheng Zhixin crossed her arms and snorted coldly, "You'd better know how you got this late assignment. You're never late, so I don't believe you did it unintentionally."

Luo Shimu chuckled lightly: "Don't wrong me, we really just accidentally arrived late together."

Jian Luoyue rolled her eyes: "Bye, I don't play with chameleons who lie through their teeth."

"Great, he's intersex, he's hopeless." Sheng Zhixin made a joke indifferently.

Luo Shimu: "..."

*

"Buzz buzz~"

"Snapped!"

Yan Weixi coldly swatted one mosquito after another.

Her hands have become a weapon to eliminate the relentless mosquitoes.

Yan Weixi exclaimed angrily, "Damn it! That wretched Wen Yu doesn't even come home!"

The red panda scratched its bottom because it had been bitten by a mosquito and was very itchy.

It couldn't understand why an electronic system like its own would be bitten by a mosquito!

Getting bitten by mosquitoes is bad enough, but it's also incredibly itchy!

The little panda, whose voice was usually soft and cute, now spoke in a fierce, strained tone: "That damned man, how dare he make us wait for him!"

"How dare he play tricks on us! I'll take his life..."

Yan Weixi glanced at the red panda in confusion, thinking it was about to start some kind of dangerous literary stunt. Just as she was about to retort, she heard—

"A sacrifice for all mosquitoes!"

Yan Weixi immediately shut her mouth and silently gave a thumbs up.

"That's a great idea, but could you please stop saying such harsh things with that aggrieved look on your face?"

Yes.

The little panda, who had just made a tough statement, was now scratching its bottom frantically, looking pitiful, so itchy it was almost crying.

She was so upset that her bean-like eyes turned into half-bean eyes.

Upon hearing this, the little panda became even more aggrieved, its voice trembling with tears: "What can I do? It's so itchy, waaaaah!"

Is it really that exaggerated?

The red panda paused for a moment, then touched itself, before bursting into an even more vehement complaint: "Damn mosquito! It bit me six times! Waaaaah!"

Yan Weixi: "...6".