Chapter 22 Worse Than Me

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Here is Chapter 22 of "After Rebirth, I Married the Great Demon King": Chapter 22: Chapter 22 Worse Than MeIn the past few days, Yun Shifei rarely experienced... Don’t miss it!

Chapter 22: Chapter 22 Worse Than MeIn the past few days, Yun Shifei rarely experienced moments of peace. Because her leg was injured, a driver would take her to and from school. This kind of treatment left Yun Shifei feeling unbelievably pampered. But Yun Sisi, afraid others would discover they were sisters, made excuses to go to school with Mu Jiayu instead, avoiding Yun Shifei altogether. Yun Shifei felt Yun Sisi was just deceiving herself; there were plenty of children from their neighborhood at school. Measures like this to cover up were completely unnecessary. However, Yun Shifei was happy to have some peace and quiet. Otherwise, every time Yun Sisi stared at her with that resentful gaze, it made Yun Shifei’s scalp tingle. In her past life, Yun Sisi messed with her so many times, Yun Shifei had some lingering trauma. Whenever Yun Sisi looked at her like that, Yun Shifei couldn’t help but wonder if Yun Sisi was planning something against her again. The better Yun Shifei was doing, the deeper Yun Sisi’s resentment toward her seemed to grow. But Yun Shifei was no longer the same person she used to be. She was cautious, careful, leaving no room for mistakes, and Yun Sisi couldn’t do anything about her now. Everything felt fine—except the issue of academics was truly a massive hurdle. Her math quiz paper had been handed back, and just as Yun Shifei expected, her score was a dismal 23 points. The glaring red marks made Yun Shifei feel utterly humiliated. Of course, Song Yang snatched her paper, and upon seeing her score, burst into loud laughter. "Oh my God, seeing you study so seriously, I thought you’d do so well. Didn’t expect you’d do worse than me." Song Yang waved his own paper in front of Yun Shifei. Both of them had relied largely on guessing answers, yet Yun Shifei had even tried hard to calculate some problems herself. In the end, Song Yang scored 34, while she only managed 23! Yun Shifei felt like crying. Sometimes life was just baffling—the result of earnest effort didn’t even compare to random guesses. Seeing Yun Shifei teetering on the verge of tears, Song Yang couldn’t resist continuing to mock her. "Wow, hey, isn’t your sister a school genius? She gets over ninety points in every subject every single test. But look at you—you’re her elder sister, and your grades are this bad?" Yun Shifei pressed her lips together and said nothing, snatching her paper back and tucking it into her textbook. Song Yang, noticing her embarrassment, only grew more excited, seemingly finding it wildly entertaining to bully Yun Shifei. "Hey, ugly freak, I’m seriously starting to doubt whether you’re really Yun Sisi’s sister. How can you look so different—and your grades are absurdly bad, too!" "Why don’t you go ask Yun Sisi yourself?" Yun Shifei didn’t want to say a word to Song Yang. But Song Yang clung to her relentlessly. "What’s with your attitude? Do you know how much I’ve been tolerating you? If you weren’t Yun Sisi’s sister, I’d have taught you a lesson long ago." He didn’t even know why, but he just wanted to talk to Yun Shifei, provoking her anger even more. It was as if he had discovered something uniquely entertaining. Yun Shifei pressed her lips together, trying hard to suppress her rage, and cast a sideways glance at Song Yang. "Song Yang, I want to study. Can you please stop bothering me?" "No way. You need to make it clear to me." Song Yang blatantly sat down onto Yun Shifei’s desk, grabbed her book, and started twirling it in his hand. "Quit pretending like you’re seriously studying. Your grades are almost the same as mine—no matter how much you study, it’s useless." Just listen to this! What kind of talk is that? Yun Shifei was livid, but every time her emotions peaked, she felt an overpowering urge to cry. Her eyes brimmed with a layer of misty tears. She raised her hand to press against her eyes, forcing the tears back down. "I really just want to study," she said, her voice tinged with sobs. What was she supposed to do? She couldn’t beat Song Yang in a fight. Should she report this to the teacher? Song Yang would definitely make her pay for it later. Yun Shifei was in utter distress. Not far away, Cheng Lie witnessed everything. From start to finish, he remained a silent observer. Watching Song Yang publicly humiliate Yun Shifei’s grades, watching him prevent her from studying. Watching the girl’s pitiful, resentful yet restrained expression. Watching the tears at the corners of her eyes. Back then, when Song Yang had bullied him, Yun Shifei stepped forward to protect him. And now, was it his turn to protect her? Cheng Lie lowered his gaze, flipping through the textbook in his hands, indifferent like the rest of the class. He didn’t want to be involved, but if... Song Yang noticed Yun Shifei’s impending breakdown and glanced at Cheng Lie sitting in the corner. "Look, back then, when I picked on the idiot, you tried so hard to defend him. And now, has he even said a single word to help you?" "None of your business." "Oh, keeping that sharp tongue, huh? You won’t get your book back, let’s see how you manage the upcoming lesson without it." seaʀᴄh thё NôᴠeFire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. At that moment, the class bell rang, and Song Yang immediately took Yun Shifei’s book away. Yun Shifei: "..." Nowadays, not many people attended high school, and even fewer were admitted to their particular school. As a result, there were only about thirty students in the class. Each desk was a single seat. Borrowing a book from a nearby classmate? Impossible. Telling the teacher she didn’t bring her book? Certainly, she would be scolded. Should she tell the truth instead? Song Yang would make her regret it later. Watching Song Yang return to his last-row seat, Yun Shifei wiped her eyes with her sleeve, stood up, and walked toward Song Yang. No one expected Yun Shifei to actively approach Song Yang. In that instant, every classmate’s gaze turned toward them. Song Yang froze for a moment. What was Yun Shifei doing? With the seat beside Song Yang vacant due to a classmate taking leave, Yun Shifei grabbed the chair and placed it beside Song Yang, sitting down. Song Yang: "..." This was a first. He didn’t know how to handle this. "Hey, ugly freak, what are you doing? Go back to your own seat." "I forgot my book, and we share a good relationship, don’t we? There’s nothing wrong with sharing." Yun Shifei said this as she opened Song Yang’s book on the table, flipping straight to the page for their next lesson. ...What was this nonsense? Song Yang didn’t expect the situation to unfold this way. Now, Yun Shifei was right next to him, so close. The single desks now seemed almost split in half for her. This cramped space made Song Yang feel exceedingly uncomfortable. With the teacher about to walk in, Song Yang tossed the book back at Yun Shifei. "Here, take it. Now get lost." Yun Shifei clutched her textbook, satisfied, and returned to her seat. The fleeting moment of courage for her to sit beside Song Yang was calculated—she knew he was the type who responded more to strength than weakness. The more timid she acted, the happier he became. So if she acted a little braver than usual, he wouldn’t continue to mess with her. Sure enough, her guess was proven correct. Yun Shifei couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief. Thank goodness it went as planned. The entire class was shocked by this bit of drama. Including Cheng Lie. He hadn’t expected Yun Shifei to resolve things this way. A girl like her, usually so timid, dared to run directly to Song Yang during class to sit beside him. Maybe she had figured out Song Yang wouldn’t actually do anything to her. Thinking about it gave Cheng Lie an inexplicable sense of emptiness. He thought that if Yun Shifei approached him for help, perhaps he would have offered it. Why didn’t Yun Shifei ask for his help? She helped him so much before—why didn’t she consider relying on him, just once? Was it because she still thought he was unwell and incapable of helping?

Chapter 22 Worse Than Me

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