Chapter 67: Is She Even a Girl?

Qin Zhaoyu was pinned to the ground, unable to get up, and could only lift his eyes to look at Ye Luo. He saw her with her eyelids lowered, her face expressionless, looking down at him from above with a cold, imperious gaze.

That expression, that aura—it was as if she were a sovereign ruling over the world, and he was nothing more than an insignificant ant beneath her feet, tiny and not even worth mentioning.

“You…” Qin Zhaoyu’s eyes widened involuntarily.

A trace of fear crept into his heart.

He had actually been subdued by her so easily.

Was she really a girl?

“Xiaoyu!” Seeing her younger brother beaten by Ye Luo and now trampled under her foot, Qin Zhaowen grew frantic and hurried over.

“Big Sis Luo!”

Ye Wuqi entered the classroom, arm in arm with Yan Baba, just in time to see Ye Luo flip Qin Zhaoyu with astonishing speed and elegance. They wanted to intervene, but Ye Luo was so quick that before they could even call out, she was already stepping on Qin Zhaoyu’s collarbone and neck.

They were left dumbfounded…

How utterly commanding and fierce!

Hearing Ye Wuqi call her name, Ye Luo finally glanced his way.

The moment she looked over, Ye Wuqi snapped back to his senses, leaving the still-stunned Yan Baba behind as he hurried toward her. “You—you—let him go, we’re all in the same class, brothers and sisters, how can you do this?!”

For the sake of their old ancestor, Ye Luo finally withdrew her foot and said coolly, “He started it.”

Ye Wuqi quickly helped Qin Zhaoyu up together with Qin Zhaowen.

While doing so, Ye Wuqi scolded Qin Zhaoyu, “What’s wrong with you? Just got back and already making trouble? Who told you to mess with her? Serves you right! But, Sis Luo…”

He turned to her, “How are you so strong?”

Before Ye Luo could reply, the pain-wracked Qin Zhaoyu stared in horror at his dangling left arm. “Wuqi, my arm—I think it’s really broken…”

“What?” Ye Wuqi was startled.

“Come on, Xiaoyu, let’s get you to the hospital!” Qin Zhaowen was beside himself with worry, trying to help Qin Zhaoyu out, but Ye Luo stopped them.

With no change in her expression, Ye Luo calmly stepped forward, grabbed Qin Zhaoyu’s left shoulder with one hand and his left arm with the other, and with a swift, forceful motion—

Crack.

“Ah—!”

The sound of the joint resetting and Qin Zhaoyu’s scream rang out together.

The pain was excruciating. Cold sweat broke out across Qin Zhaoyu’s forehead.

Ye Luo paid him no mind—once she’d set his arm, she turned and said to Ye Wuqi in a flat tone, “It was just a dislocation.”

Ye Wuqi stared at Qin Zhaoyu’s arm, now as good as new. He opened his mouth, tried several times before he could speak, disbelief written all over his face. “…Sis Luo, you even know how to reset bones?”

Ye Luo only nodded: “Yes.”

At last, Yan Baba, who had been frozen at the classroom door, snapped back to reality. He rushed over, gesticulating with excitement. “Sis Luo, that move you did to flip Zhaoyu, and that stomp on his neck—damn, that was insanely cool!”

Before she could respond, Yan Baba turned to Ye Wuqi, still bubbling with excitement. “Wuqi, the way Sis Luo took down Zhaoyu just now was every bit as impressive as when you fight!”

Ye Luo’s brow twitched almost imperceptibly. Was their old ancestor really that impressive in a fight?

At that moment, Qin Zhaoyu finally realized something was off. He looked blankly at Ye Wuqi and Yan Baba. “Wuqi, Baba, why are you both calling her ‘Sis Luo’?”