After the minor character transforms into a beauty, she steals the heart of a tycoon's son.

The system's sweet, childlike voice immediately rang out, "Tangtang, wait a minute, let me check..."

"I've got it! It's good karma."

"Although I don't like the resistance group, in the understanding of the natural order, the strong prey on the weak, and good and evil coexist. Lin Xiao Kui's current stance is good, and the resistance group is innocent."

"If you save them, if you save these people who shouldn't have died, a portion of the merit will be attributed to you."

"It can be considered a case of good deeds being rewarded."

Ruan Tang walked onto the stage.

Si Lin stood behind the podium, one hand in his pocket, watching the commotion below with an indifferent expression.

Ruan Tang walked to his side and grabbed his sleeve, "They've already gone too far. If they keep fighting, someone will die."

Si Lin glanced down at her, her pretty face showing anxiety.

"What, can't I afford to pay for it if he dies?" he said nonchalantly.

"Besides, even if they fail, what does it have to do with me?"

"From beginning to end, I only said one sentence; all other actions were spontaneous and autonomous."

Another muffled thud came from the stage; someone had been kicked down the steps, blood splattering on the carpet.

Ruan Tang stared at him, her eyes filled with indifference.

He genuinely doesn't care.

In his eyes, the lives of a few specially admitted students were no different than stepping on a few ants.

That doesn't make sense.

Ruan Tang loosened his sleeve and snatched the microphone from in front of him.

"Young Master Si said that the resistance group has been removed from the blacklist, so everyone stop."

Her voice was clear and resonant, echoing throughout the auditorium.

Si Lin:?

He couldn't believe it; he almost thought he had misheard.

How dare she make such a decision on her own?

Everyone stopped.

The fist froze in mid-air, the foot dangled over someone else's body, and the fingers that were pulling on the hair loosened one by one.

The noblemen all turned to look at the stage.

In the first row, Pei Heng stood up and clapped exaggeratedly, "Wow! Awesome!"

He turned to look at Ji Yan, "I knew she could always surprise me."

Wen Yan sat up straight, his brows furrowing.

She's got a death wish, openly provoking Si Lin in front of so many people.

He had known Si Lin for so many years, and no one had ever dared to do this before.

Yan Ling'er stood on the stage, looking at Ruan Tang, then at Si Lin, and tentatively asked, "Young Master Si, really?"

Ruan Tang did not give Si Lin a chance to speak.

"I am Mr. Si's secretary, so of course I will only speak when Mr. Si gives the order."

She held the microphone, her voice steady, her gaze fixed on Yan Ling'er, "What Young Master Si said just now was just a moment of anger, that's why he spoke without thinking."

"If you really kill someone now, Senior Yan, you won't be able to handle the consequences."

"After all, it was you who called the resistance group to this school anniversary celebration."

Yan Ling'er's smile froze on her face.

She really just wanted to teach the resistance group a lesson, humiliate them in public at the school anniversary celebration, and then justify expelling them all.

But she didn't expect these noblemen to get so easily carried away, and it looked like someone was about to die.

If something really happens, she, as the person who arranged the seating, will be the first to be implicated.

-

The resistance fighters lay sprawled on the ground.

Fang Zhaoyang's face was covered in blood, Yi Ze was huddled in a corner with his arms crossed, and Su Nian was shivering beside him.

The others each had their own injuries; some were panting, and some were sobbing softly.

Lin Xiaokui was badly injured; her arm was unusable.

But they all looked up at Ruan Tang, who had spoken, and in their defiant eyes, there was something they themselves couldn't quite explain.

Yan Ling'er spoke coldly, "Ruan Tang, regardless of whether it's Young Master Si's intention or not, you'd better be more polite when you speak to me."

"Don't forget your identity and your stance."

Si Lin's face darkened, and he reached for Ruan Tang's microphone, "Give it to me..."

He was much taller than her; he could reach her with a simple outstretched hand.

The moment he reached out, Ruan Tang took half a step forward, almost pressing her entire body against his chest, and gripped the microphone tightly again, snatching it back.

"Cheng Jin." She turned her head to the microphone.

"The school anniversary celebration is now over. Immediately notify the school clinic for assistance."

Cheng Jin stood by the side door, holding a walkie-talkie in her hand.

He glanced at Si Lin, whose face was dark, and then at Ruan Tang.

Picking up the walkie-talkie, he calmly spoke, "School clinic, bring a stretcher to the auditorium. Everyone, maintain order."

The nobles, who hadn't had enough fun, stood there looking at each other in bewilderment.

The student council's specially admitted students knelt down to check on the injured person.

Ruan Tang turned around and looked up at Si Lin.

His entire face was so cold it could freeze.

Si Lin raised his hand and pinched her chin, with more force than ever before, pushing her back a step.

The girl's delicate back rested against the edge of the podium.

"Trying to show off, is that it?" Si Lin's voice was very low.

Ruan Tang did not struggle. She raised both hands and wrapped them around his large wrists that were pinching her chin.

She looked up at him, her voice soft and weak, "Can we finish this first? Let's go."

Si Lin stared at her for a while, then released her chin, grabbed her wrist, and dragged her toward the door.

He took long strides, his anger suppressed in his steps.

Wen Yan stood up and watched the two figures disappear outside the door.

Pei Heng sat back on the sofa, scratched the back of his head, and said, "This girl is really audacious."

"A mere special admission student, representing the deacon council and Si Lin, issuing orders? That's ridiculous."

Yan Ling'er stood there, her gentle face devoid of any smile for the first time.

What a wonderful Ruan Tang!

Su Nian and Lin Xiaokui would often glance at the doorway out of the corner of their eyes.

What will become of Ruan Tang after today?

They secretly hoped... but immediately cut it off, unwilling to admit their hidden, despicable thoughts.

Even though Ruan Tang had just helped them.

-

On the Wutong Road.

Ruan Tang was pulled so hard that she staggered, her white and tender calves peeking out from under her pleated skirt, her shoes slipping on the gravel, and she almost fell forward.

Si Lin didn't turn around, but tightened his grip, almost lifting her arm into the air, forcing her to jog to keep up.

Ruan Tang mentally brought up the system panel.

I've accumulated quite a bit of luck points.

She dragged all the attributes down to 70% one by one.

【Skin as smooth as ice and bones as white as jade】: 70%

[Stunning Beauty]: 70%

[Willow-like waist]: 70%

[Graceful figure]: 70%

[A Subtle Fragrance]: 70%

[Innate Charm]: 70%

[Nine-Bend Corridor]: 70%

【Spring Water Jade Pot】: 70%

【Fragrance in the Valley】: 70%