Who Do You Think You Are
“Apologize!” Trisha demanded.
“I won’t!” cried Wendy.
“If you don’t, I-I won’t let go!”
Although Trisha’s tone was no different from usual, and her mild stutter had even worsened a little, she
did not loosen her grip.
There was nothing better to describe her than doing the harshest thing with the softest tone.
Wendy felt her scalp go numb from the excessive pulling as she was attacked again and again by
sharp pains, causing her anger to soar.
Arielle has Vinson backing her, so I’ll let it slide that she hit me. But how dare Trisha, a stuttering,
autistic girl, lay a hand on me? Who does she think she is?
Turning her anger into strength, she found an opening and gave Trisha a hard pinch on the arm that
was pulling her hair.
“Ahh!” the girl screamed as she instinctively retracted her hand.
Wendy seized the opportunity to push Trisha onto the ground and sat on her stomach.
The latter felt as though her innards had been severely damaged. In an instant, her face turned a
shade of deep purple.
“You little b*tch!” Wendy gave Trisha a hard slap.
Not only did she use the force of her palm, but she also curled her fingers, leaving three blood streaks
as she clawed the latter’s face.
“Ahh!” Trisha let out another shrill scream.
She tried to struggle free but could not get up as Wendy had her entire weight on her.
“How dare you lay your hands on me!”
As Wendy said those words, she landed a second slap on the girl’s face.
Fresh blood slid down the corner of Trisha’s mouth, where she had bitten the inside of her cheek during
the slap.
However, Wendy was still unsatisfied as she slapped her more than a dozen times, only stopping when
her hand became numb from the pain.
She vented all her anger toward Arielle on Trisha.
“Phew…”
Wendy let out a long exhale, finally feeling that her pent-up frustration had eased significantly.
When she lowered her gaze toward Trisha, she found that the girl’s face was extremely swollen.
Seeing her condition, Wendy began to feel slightly afraid.
It was not because of Arielle, as she could not enter the gates and so she could not avenge Trisha.
She was afraid that the university would disqualify her from the exam after finding out that she had hit
someone.
I can only make a comeback by getting accepted into Maxwell University. I cannot get into trouble!
At that thought, Wendy pointed at Trisha as she threatened, “I’m warning you. You were the one who
started this. I merely did this in self-defense. If you dare to report it to the university, you will not get
away with it!”
After she finished speaking, she grabbed her bag and walked toward the door, not forgetting to remind
Trisha before she left, “I had my belongings on that bed first, so don’t even think about taking it back
when I’m not around. Otherwise, I’ll throw your things out!”
With that said, she shut the door with a loud bang.
Since I rarely come to Maxwell University, I wish to have a tour around the school.
In the dormitory, Trisha could only cry in silence as the pain was so intense that she could not utter a
sound.
But she had no regrets.
I cannot and won’t stand Wendy badmouthing Arielle. So I might as well have a go at her. Anyway, I’ve
never hit anyone in my life, so this can be considered an achievement. However, fighting isn’t a good
thing, and I won’t tell anyone even if she didn’t warn me. But…
When she entered the washroom, Trisha was startled upon seeing her reflection in the mirror.
If Arielle sees my face… I’m not sure what will happen.
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