Loo Huan took the medal.
Seeing how uncomfortable Yun Zhenyue was, she threw up her hands. "Miss Yun, you're not very practiced at this whole 'flexing' thing, are you?"
"You got shy from a simple little flex like this?"
"You're a long way from the realm of the God of Flexing."
Yun Zhenyue covered her face.
'Doesn't she feel any shame at all?'
'Loo Huan is close to godhood, but she's drifted far from humanity.'
'Wait!'
'Come to think of it, she wasn't human to begin with, was she!'
'Could Loo Huan's special ability have something to do with flexing?'
"Hmph. What's all this nonsense? Just a bunch of cheap tricks."
The ghost homeroom teacher's brow furrowed, and he raised the blood-red ruler high!
Just as it was about to strike Loo Huan.
She suddenly held up the medal and shouted, "Who dares!"
"My deskmate is the Chairman of the school's Board of Directors! You dare strike the Chairman's friend? Are you tired of living?!"
The Chairman?
