After Rebirth, I Married the Great Demon King

"Jia Yu, stop talking." Yun Sisi seemed anxious as she tugged on Mu Jiayu’s sleeve.

But inside, she was ecstatic.

Say more, go ahead, say a little more.

She just wanted Song Yang to get angry. Didn’t Song Yang like her? If he got mad, would he give Yun Shifei a little lesson?

She didn’t want to be in the same school as her at all, but she couldn’t think of any other way to deal with Yun Shifei.

Unexpectedly, Song Yang appeared out of nowhere, conveniently giving her an opportunity to exploit.

No one would have expected that on the outside Yun Sisi looked like such an innocent little flower, but her heart was so malicious.

"Sisi, don’t worry, I won’t let your sister keep bullying you like this!" Song Yang threw this sentence over his shoulder and stormed off.

Teenagers in their adolescence are full of hot-blooded fervor, eager to act tough for someone they fancy, and even more eager to play the role of the hero saving the damsel in distress.

At this moment, Song Yang’s head was full of scenes of Yun Shifei bullying Yun Sisi at home.

Sure enough, ugly people’s hearts are ugly too.

At this moment, Yun Shifei remained blissfully unaware.

It wasn’t until the next day during class, when she was just about to take her books out of the desk drawer, that something suddenly crawled onto her hand.

She looked down, and it turned out to be a spider.

Yun Shifei screamed and jumped up, shaking the spider onto the ground.

The spider immediately scurried into a gap in the floor, disappearing without a trace.

But its large, hairy appearance still left a lingering shadow on Yun Shifei’s mind.

She trembled all over, unable to recover her composure for a long time.

So terrifying... Why would such a big spider appear in her desk drawer?

It was horrifying.

She couldn’t help but look down into the drawer to check if there were any more.

Thankfully, there weren’t.

Yun Shifei initially thought it was just an accident.

But after class, when she returned from the restroom, she found her textbook torn into shreds.

Even as slow as she was, Yun Shifei knew something was wrong.

Her gaze swept over the classmates in the room before landing on Song Yang at the back of the class.

At that moment, Song Yang had one leg crossed over the other, smirking at her with a mischievous look that deserved a beating.

It was the exact expression of someone saying, "Yes, I did it. What are you going to do about it?"

Yun Shifei was so angry she could almost cry.

Song Yang was unbearably annoying!

Her textbook had been ripped apart. How was she supposed to attend class later?

And on top of that, it contained her painstakingly written notes.

To damage someone’s notes was like killing their parents. Right now, she just wanted to fight Song Yang to the end.

But before she could confront Song Yang, the class bell rang.

This period was English class, taught by a young female teacher.

Yun Shifei looked at her scattered English textbook, torn to pieces. There was no way to piece it back together.

How was she supposed to attend class like this?

Yun Shifei was still worried when she suddenly heard Song Yang’s voice: "Teacher, come look at Yun Shifei’s book. She tore it up to avoid attending your class."

Yun Shifei: "??"

The nerve to accuse others first!

Yun Shifei bit her lip, clutching her torn textbook tightly as she tried to think of a way to retaliate.

She wasn’t going to take this lying down!

The teacher’s gaze landed on Yun Shifei. "Shifei, what’s going on with your textbook? Do you really dislike my class so much that you tore your book apart?"

Yun Shifei shook her head, eyes timid. "I love English class the most. How could I possibly tear up my textbook?"

"Stop pretending, Yun Shifei. Your grades are so bad, and you’re just a country bumpkin. Can you even understand English?" Song Yang sneered.

"Not too well, but I’m trying hard to learn." Yun Shifei dropped her gaze, masking her emotions.

A moment ago, she had been furious, but now she was gradually calming down.

She became as still as a lake, tranquil and unshaken.

"With your level, do you even recognize all 26 letters?" Song Yang continued to mock.

Ha, last time he saw Yun Shifei’s test paper, she was almost crying.

This time, humiliating her in front of the entire class and the teacher—wouldn’t she just burst into tears? That would be perfect.

"I do recognize them. And I’ve even memorized the most recent lesson we’ve been studying." The girl’s voice was still unhurried, with a touch of timidity and obedience.

"Then recite it for us," Song Yang demanded. At this moment, he was convinced Yun Shifei was out of her mind. Memorize the lesson? Did she even know how the English words were pronounced?

Yun Shifei had been waiting for this line from Song Yang. But after he said it, she still didn’t make a move.

Thinking she was bluffing, Song Yang grew even cockier. "Teacher, look at her! If she doesn’t know, she doesn’t know. But she’s lying! A student like her shouldn’t stay in our class!"

"Who said I didn’t know..." Yun Shifei replied weakly.

She was just waiting for Song Yang to get more obnoxious. The more arrogant he was, the more painful it would be to slap him down.

After speaking, she looked at the English teacher and recited the latest lesson perfectly.

Her recitation was flawless, leaving the English teacher stunned.

Despite some minor hesitations in the process, her pronunciation was so on point that if you didn’t look at Yun Shifei, you’d think it came from the tapes she usually listened to.

Yun Shifei had a great memory, and through her effort, she had memorized every English lesson by heart.

But to make it seem less suspicious, she intentionally paused here and there while reciting.

"Yun Shifei, your English is impressive," the English teacher said, giving Yun Shifei a thumbs-up. She then turned to the class. "You all spend your days fooling around. Look at Yun Shifei. She’s only been here for a little over a month, and she can already speak English so well. It’s not as hard as you think."

Although Yun Shifei was praised, she didn’t look happy. Instead, she appeared a bit sad. "Teacher, I’ve really been working hard on my studies. It’s not like Song Yang said. He slandered me and owes me an apology."

Song Yang’s eyes widened in shock.

What was going on?! This country bumpkin could actually speak English? Although he couldn’t understand her, judging from the teacher’s expression, she seemed pretty good.

It turns out he had underestimated her. But to apologize? No way!

"I’m not apologizing," Song Yang said with a cheeky grin, his expression saying, "What can you do about it?"

Yun Shifei didn’t back down.

"And teacher, with how much I love English, how could I possibly tear my textbook? Someone else tore it up."

Suddenly, she seemed braver as she fixed her gaze squarely on Song Yang.

That icy stare made Song Yang’s scalp tingle.

What kind of look was that on this little girl? Was it all an act before?

Unable to hold back his temper, he sharply cursed aloud.

"Song Yang!" The English teacher was furious. Her gaze shifted between Yun Shifei and Song Yang. Even though Yun Shifei hadn’t said much, the teacher understood what had happened.

"Step outside."

"I didn’t even do anything! Why should I go out?"

"Are you really saying you didn’t do anything?"

Despite her youthful appearance, the English teacher had a fiery temper and wasn’t easy to mess with.

Left with no choice, Song Yang reluctantly followed her out.

As soon as the teacher left, the classroom erupted into chatter.

Sitting in a corner, Cheng Lie seemed almost drowned in the noise around him.

His gaze remained cold and fixed on his textbook.

But in his mind, scenes of Yun Shifei reciting the lesson replayed continuously.

Even though she had stumbled here and there, Cheng Lie could still sense it—the natural, effortless American accent in her pronunciation, something not easily acquired by an ordinary student.

His thin lips pressed into a line, his jet-black eyes unfathomably deep.

English relies on cultivating a sense of language over time.

To master it to such an extent in a month seemed nearly impossible.

Moreover, she had managed to achieve her goal under the guise of timidity. Was she truly timid, or was she hiding her sharp edge?

Cheng Lie’s eyes lingered on Yun Shifei’s back, their depths inscrutable, as if he had discovered something intriguing.

It had been a long time since he’d encountered someone this interesting.