Chapter 30: How dare you be so insolent without anyone backing you?

Nan Xing: Is this the kind of job that comes with room and board, a million-dollar annual salary, and no responsibilities?
Gu Ruhui: It’s no problem if you want to come.
Nan Xing: Forget it, forget it. I’m not qualified.
Gu Ruhui: If your brother says you’re qualified, then you are.
Nan Xing: ...
Gu Ruhui: Are you coming or not?
Nan Xing: Ahem, let’s talk business. I can recommend someone to you, Fifth Brother. Don't worry, they are absolutely reliable and steady.
Gu Ruhui: ??
Nan Xing: It’s settled then. It’s a friend of mine, we have a pretty good relationship. Please make sure your people take good care of them.
On the other end, Gu Ruhui gritted his teeth in silence: Fine, since our little Seven has spoken, I have no choice but to comply.
Nan Xing: Thanks, Fifth Brother. When will you come to pick up the keys? I’ll treat you to a meal then.
Gu Ruhui: I’m giving you the car. I’m not in Beixin at the moment.
Nan Xing couldn't help but let out a curse.
He had left Beixin City so quickly without even saying goodbye.
Before she could ask if there was some urgent matter, the other party hurriedly ended the chat: Little Seven, I’ve got things to attend to. We’ll talk later.
...
At nine in the morning, the internship mobilization meeting was held in the largest multi-functional classroom of the complex building.
College leaders in charge of student internships took turns at the podium to give speeches.
The meeting lasted for nearly two hours.
As the student representatives who hosted the meeting were delivering their closing remarks, a video of campus bullying began to scroll on the big screen.
At first, Nan Xing didn't notice, but Qiao Xin, who was sitting next to her, nudged her, "Nan Xing, look, that person on the screen looks like you."
Nan Xing froze. She looked in the direction Qiao Xin was pointing, and on the big screen was the scene of her slapping Xi Meng and Nan Zhen'er at the supermarket.
Nan Xing’s pupils constricted. She didn’t know how this video had made its way online.
It wasn't just Nan Xing; everyone present saw it, and a wave of shocked gasps rippled through the room.
"What era is this? How is there still campus bullying? Don't they know that can kill people?"
"Look, that’s the one called Nan Xing, sitting right there."
"Damn, how can she be so calm after hitting someone? Does she have some powerful backer?"
"Not sure, but I heard this Nan Xing is a transfer student, comes from the countryside, not a local. She shouldn't have any connections..."
"No way, she dares to be this arrogant without a backer? Does she know who she hit? That’s Nan Zhen'er, the apple of the Nan family's eye, the only daughter of the Nan family. Daring to lay a hand on her—it looks like Nan Xing is doomed."
There were many people looking for trouble, and the entire classroom instantly descended into chaos.
Although the backstage staff tried to remedy the situation by taking the video down, they couldn't stop gossip-hungry students from taking screenshots and screen recordings to post online.
Soon, the news of Nan Xing hitting someone spread like wildfire on the school’s official website.
Xi Meng, as one of the onlookers, was overjoyed. She clutched her phone and clicked into the school forum, "Zhen'er, look, that wretched Nan Xing is finally getting her comeuppance. Let’s see how she ends this!"
"This is what they call 'what goes around comes around.' Nan Xing is finally getting what she deserves."
Cyberbullying is a razor’s edge; it strips a person bare.
When ignorance becomes the mainstream, being clear-headed is a crime.
Amidst the crowd, Nan Xing quickly spotted those two insidious and charming faces, and she immediately understood what was going on.
Heh, what a despicable and malicious tactic.
"Qiao Xin, go back to the dormitory with Shen He and the others later."
Shen He was also from dorm 218. After arranging things for Qiao Xin, Nan Xing rose from her seat.
Before she could even leave the hallway, she was surrounded at the stairwell.
There were unfamiliar faces, as well as some she recognized.
The ones she recognized were from the same dorm as Nan Zhen'er and Xi Meng.
As for the others, most of them were boys.
Nan Xing guessed these were suitors of Xi Meng and Nan Zhen'er.
However, the one who has nothing has nothing to lose. At this point, the first thing Nan Xing thought of was to go to the supermarket to ask for an explanation.
If it weren't for the supermarket's authorization, Xi Meng and Nan Zhen'er couldn't have obtained the surveillance footage.
"Excuse me, please."
Nan Xing, one hand in her pocket, was composed as she tilted her chin at the dark mass of people in front of her.
"Damn, this ugly freak is so arrogant? Still acting righteous after hitting someone?"
The yellow-haired boy standing at the front couldn't keep his cool.
Especially when he saw Nan Xing’s rebellious attire, he could easily imagine how weak and helpless his goddess Zhen'er must have been before her.
She must have been terrified at the time.
The yellow-haired boy crossed his arms and sneered, "You can leave if you want, but go apologize to my goddess first. If she forgives you, then I might consider letting you off the hook."
"What did you say?" Nan Xing dug at her ear, her lips drooping in a helpless expression, "Sorry, I didn't hear you clearly."
The yellow-haired boy’s mouth twitched, "Can't understand? I told you to apologize to my goddess!"
"Oh."
Nan Xing seemed to understand a little, "No way, buddy. She’s *your* goddess, so *you* go apologize. What does that have to do with me?"
The yellow-haired boy: "..."
The boy turned bright red with rage, his nostrils flaring.
"Nan Xing, is it? Do you know who I am? My dad is a big boss who invested tens of millions into the school's projects!"
"Even the dean has to be respectful when he sees me. Where the hell do you get the guts to defy me?"
After listening to the boy, Nan Xing curled her lips into a smile, "Sorry, but I wasn't raised to be scared."
"Since you're so ungrateful, I’ll make sure you taste the consequences of offending me today."
The yellow-haired boy signaled to the girls from Nan Zhen'er’s dorm, "A gentleman doesn't fight with women, so you girls go ahead. Don't worry, with my dad backing you up, we must make this ugly freak pay today!"
With a big shot backing them, the girls grew bold.
They had enjoyed many favors from Nan Zhen'er, whether it was a bag today or lipstick tomorrow. Now that something had happened to Nan Zhen'er, they couldn't stand idly by.
They exchanged glances, plotting how to teach Nan Xing a lesson.
Just then, the door to the meeting room opened.
A prominent figure stepped out.
"Dean Han,"
"Dean Han,"
The tense, sword-drawn atmosphere vanished instantly. The students present bowed their heads and greeted him respectfully.
This person was Han Zhenglong, the Vice Dean of Beixin University.
"Dean Han," seeing who it was, Nan Xing called out as well. As she lowered her eyes, a flash of imperceptible cunning crossed them.
Han Zhenglong pointed at Nan Xing, his voice stern, "Are you Nan Xing? Come to my office immediately! You're about to graduate and you cause such a huge scene—what kind of decorum is this?!"
Under the "protection" of Han Zhenglong, Nan Xing finally made her way through the impenetrable crowd and arrived at the office with the 'Vice President' plaque on the door.
As soon as she entered, Nan Xing set her sights on the black sofa.
She walked over with practiced ease, crossed her legs, and nonchalantly picked an orange from the fruit bowl to eat.