Chapter 60: Paralyzed by a Needle

Everyone: "???"

Damn, Bai Chuwei's goal is... to find someone to do her homework?

With the college entrance exams just around the corner, she still doesn't want to do it herself? Although Su Ruan is from Class Eleven, most of the assignments across the whole grade are either mock exams or actual past exam papers—the homework isn't much different.

Su Ruan took Bai Chuwei's exercise book, glanced at the handwriting, and a trace of amazement flickered in her eyes. But she said with genuine difficulty, "Your handwriting is beautiful, Bai. I’d love to help you with your homework, but I can't imitate your handwriting."

She truly admired Bai Chuwei's script. Although she had never studied calligraphy, she could tell at a glance that such writing couldn't be produced without decades of practice. The style was free and uninhibited, uniquely personal, like its own calligraphic school.

She could mimic an ordinary person’s handwriting, but Bai Chuwei’s was beyond her ability.

Bai Chuwei frowned, resting her chin in her hand as she thought for a while.

"Never mind, just give me the assignment."

She would simply summon a few paper dolls to copy her handwriting and do her homework for her.

She really had no interest in doing homework—not that she was uneducated; in fact, her ancestors had once served as imperial tutors, their names remembered for generations.

It was simply that she didn’t want to.

If the ancestor is unwilling, then no one in the world can compel her.

Su Ruan was bewildered, nodding blankly. "Oh... okay, then."

Bai Chuwei stood up, stretching her neck as she walked, then suddenly stopped and glanced back at Su Ruan, her brows arching. "What are you standing there for? Come with me to the girls' restroom, I'll give you a few acupuncture needles."

What!

A group of girls became excited—was she really going to take action? They didn’t even want to study anymore; they just wanted to join the commotion.

Duan Xingye felt awkward; he wanted to watch, too, but there was no way he could barge into the girls' restroom.

The news spread like wildfire, and soon nearly everyone in the senior year had heard that Bai Chuwei was about to perform acupuncture! In no time, the restroom was surrounded, layer upon layer.

Gao Qiaoqiao was among them, standing in the crowd of girls. She frowned and warned Su Ruan, "Su Ruan, I know you've fainted from pain during exams many times, but you really shouldn't let desperation drive you to reckless choices. If she messes you up with those needles, nothing will happen to her."

Another girl nodded. "Think carefully, Su Ruan. I heard some fake traditional medicine doctors paralyzed people with acupuncture!"

When Bai Chuwei pulled out her acupuncture kit—a bundle of gleaming silver needles, each an inch long—Su Ruan's face turned even paler.

Bai Chuwei selected the longest needle and said calmly, "Lift your shirt and show your abdomen."

Thinking of how all those doctors had failed to help her, Su Ruan gritted her teeth and lifted her white shirt.

Bai Chuwei’s delicate hand slid over the acupuncture kit, pinched the silver needle, and inserted it directly, piercing the flesh.

Su Ruan's legs buckled, and she collapsed against the wall, nearly falling to the ground.

The girls around them screamed in shock—some rushed to call for teachers, others wanted to call the police. Gao Qiaoqiao shouted, "Something's happened, call the infirmary staff!"

All the girls shrank back in fear, their eyes wide with terror.

Oh no. Did she just paralyze her with the needle?

Bai Chuwei lazily withdrew the needle, wiped the blood from the silver, and returned it to the kit, nonchalantly preparing to leave.

Led by Gao Qiaoqiao, the girls fumed, blocking Bai Chuwei's way and shouting, "You messed up Su Ruan with your needles and now you want to run?"

"Stop her!"

Just then, a surprised, incredulous voice came from behind them: "Wait—my... my abdomen doesn't feel cold anymore."

Every girl present was stunned!