*Hiss...*
The female class president stubbed out her cigarette, gazing at the jam-packed bathroom.
She saw that the ghosts from Class 1 had all been beaten to a pulp.
Many of them were crouched in the corner, trembling, their faces a mask of terror and humiliation.
Things had gone surprisingly smoothly.
Everyone who deserved it had gotten their just desserts.
It was all thanks to the Class 1 ghosts being spread out for cleaning duty, and their own class president calling them over one by one. None of them suspected a thing. The result? They were dragged into the bathroom and got the crap beaten out of them!
She had never beaten so many ghosts at once before. Her arms were sore and weak, and her whole body ached with fatigue. But she felt incredibly satisfied—even more so than if she'd taken a top-grade Yin Qi Elixir.
'I don't get what's so great about these ghost cigarettes. They're so harsh...'
The female class president shook her head.
