The Schoolgirl Secret Agent

The blade had just flown above his head—and into the wooden wall behind him!

The man was completely dumbstruck as he turned around in a daze to stare at the two blades penetrating the wooden wall blankly.

How many years of training would such excellent flying knife skill require? Did it really come from a teenage girl too?

"Looks like you aren't happy with it. I guess I can only resolve what happened today with the extreme method." Yun Jian gripped her fists with a smirk, looking like she was a grim reaper and terrifying those who looked.

Crack! Crack! As Yun Jian clenched her fists, her knuckles made crisp cracking noises.

The scene shocked Brother Xiong. Afraid that he would be implicated, he shouted at his lackeys behind him, "Apologize right now! Hurry! You useless pigs!"

Brother Xiong then scrambled up and bowed at Wang Cancan to apologize, "I'm sorry! I apologize! It's our fault today! It's all our fault! We're wrong! We're at fault! We should die! We deserve it!"

Brother Xiong said while he slapped himself once after another. His attention was constantly on Yun Jian, as if the latter would kill him.

"Scram," Yun Jian told them flatly before she took off her jacket to let Lu Feiyan drape it around Wang Cancan.

"Oh! Sure! I'll scram! We'll all scram!" Seeing that Yun Jian was letting them off the hook, Brother Xiong and his men fled with the plan of escaping first and coming back to settle the score with her next time.

When Brother Xiong walked out of the door, he pointed at Duan Ming with the unspoken threat of "this is not done between us".

Wang Cancan did not cry. She was a tough girl. However, she glared at Senior Duan Ming who was slumped at the door.

Her Senior Duan Ming, her beloved Senior Duan Ming, was actually someone like this!

The reason she had liked Duan Ming was because they were in the same junior high school and there was once when her table tennis ball accidentally fell into a drain during PE in school; Duan Ming was the only person who saw that she got into trouble and stepped up to help her retrieve the ball from the drain.

The guy had been honest, virtuous, and he studied well during then.

Wang Cancan quietly liked him until they got into senior high school. She had even asked around for the senior high school that Duan Ming had planned to get into and secretly enrolled for the same school.

What Wang Cancan did not expect and had never expected was that it was highly likely for a person's living environment to change the person's character.

Perhaps Duan Ming had been an honest and upright person but living in a family where even food was a problem, he would definitely do the job that would feed him—even if it was a bad deed—without any hesitation.

"Cancan, it's okay. It's fine now. Let's go," Lu Feiyan draped the jacket on Wang Cancan whose big, round eyes were glaring at Duan Ming by the door as she hugged her and patted her back, coaxing her softly.

"I'll send you both back to school." Yun Jian had already collected her dagger and blades that she had thrown earlier. The weapons could be reused and she did not have the habit of discarding them just after throwing them to wooden stools and tables.

She was, in a way, considered thrifty—ah… yes, thrifty.