The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

“What are you doing here?”

Unable to control herself, Molly strode forward, approaching Paige with disbelief, staring at her. “How did you manage this? This isn’t some hotel where you can come and go as you please. This is Capital University.”

Seeing Molly approach aggressively, the surrounding boys were all stunned.

Two major beauties actually knew each other? And it sounded like there were some stories between them?

Upon hearing this, Paige finally withdrew her gaze from her book, looking up at Molly. “Molly, nice to see you again. I didn’t expect my first class here to be with you. What a coincidence.”

“Why are you here?” Molly demanded, staring at her. How could Paige possibly be attending Capital University? It was the finest institution in this country!

“Why wouldn’t I be here?” Paige lazily retorted.

“Do you even have the qualifications to be here?”

At this, Paige chuckled. “So, I made you kneel down and apologize, I don’t even have the qualification to go to school anymore?”

Her words caused a commotion among the onlookers. A new transfer student making Molly kneel down to apologize? What was going on?

“You’re talking nonsense!” Molly protested.

Nancy was equally incredulous. She glared at Paige. “Exactly, what nonsense are you talking about?”

“You won’t admit it? Fine. I’ll ask the hotel to release the surveillance footage later. I’m sure everyone would love to see the two of you kneeling.”

Molly’s face turned completely pale.

Nancy was also frantic. “Do you even know who Molly’s boyfriend is? Do you dare to talk to her like this? You’re asking for trouble.”

“Oh,” Paige feigned realization. “Almost forgot. Heard Enrico stormed into a bandit’s den to rescue Miss Gustin all by himself. Truly a touching love story.”

Just mentioning the kidnapping case was enough to shatter Molly’s composure. She glared at Paige, unable to refute.

With so many people watching and listening intently, eager to know the truth, Molly’s eyes reddened, almost crying. “Are you… are you bullying me and still find it not enough? I never meant to show off Enrico.”

With that, she covered her face and sobbed before running away.

Molly was clever. Seeing she looking so aggrieved, many of the boys immediately changed their attitude toward Paige. This transfer student didn’t seem like a pleasant character after all, making someone kneel down. Many went to comfort Molly.

Paige sneered. Good, quiet now. She returned her attention to her textbook.

Before long, the professor arrived, and class began. Paige adjusted her mood slightly, intending to pay attention and learn a few things. She lifted her head and saw the old professor holding up a painting.

A reproduction of “First Snow Maiden”…

“The winning works of the Obsidian Award have been announced, so we’ll focus on this painting today.” the professor said, adjusting his glasses. “This painting is destined to leave a significant mark in art history. Those of you in the fine arts program should pay close attention; understanding even the slightest detail will contribute to your progress.”

Paige sat silently in her seat, utterly speechless. What was she even here to learn, her own art?

Beside Molly, Nancy was equally distracted during class, her mind consumed with worry about Paige potentially exposing the surveillance footage from the Heaven Hotel. She couldn’t afford that embarrassment.

Just as she fretted, Molly nudged a note over to her.

Written on it was a single line: “Find a way to handle Joss. If we have something on her, you won’t have to worry about her exposing our kneeling video.”

Nancy sighed inwardly. Didn’t Molly worry about it? She’d lost much more face at the hotel. Still, Nancy didn’t dare broach the subject with Molly, considering her connection with Enrico.

Handle Joss-how to do it? Nancy thought for a moment, then picked up her phone to text Nick, a senior at Capital University.

[Nancy: Nick, your goddess is being bullied by a new transfer student and she’s in tears. What should we do?]

Nick replied instantly.

[Nick: Damn, who dares to bully my goddess? They’re asking for trouble. Who is it? I’ll get my brothers to sort them out!]

[Nancy: Wait for me after class, let’s meet and discuss how to help Molly save face.]

[Nick: Alright!]

After sending the message, Nancy subtly gestured OK to Molly, who smiled satisfactorily.

Paige, bored in the corner of the classroom, observed their actions with a mocking smile.

…

After class, Paige wandered around the vast campus, bought a bottle of water, and sat for a while at the basketball court.

Finally, she entered a women’s restroom.

It was eerily quiet inside, devoid of any other people.

She pushed open a stall door and stepped inside.

As soon as she entered, Nancy quietly slipped in from behind, propped the door with a mop to prevent it from being pushed open from the inside, then carefully activated the video mode on her phone, sliding it cautiously through a gap under the stall.

Once done, Nancy stealthily exited the restroom, glancing at the silver-haired boy standing outside. It was Nick, Molly’s number one fanboy.

Nick held a bucket of manure, his nose stuffed with tissues, struggling not to retch.

Nancy emerged, covering her nose with her hand. “Okay, Nick, your turn.”

“This idea is seriously messed up,” Nick almost gagged.

“Too much for you?” Nancy frowned at him. “Fine, let Molly get bullied then.”

“No, no, no, I’ll do it. Just let my goddess know I’ll do anything for her,” Nick said, picking up the heavy bucket and heading inside.

Nancy hurriedly closed the restroom door and let out a sigh of relief outside.

As soon as Nick stepped inside, he noticed the mop propped against the door. With a clear target, he carried a stool near the stall door and lifted his bucket of manure, ready to pour it inside.

“Hey.” A clear voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Nick was so startled he almost fell off the stool. The memory of Paige was too vivid for him, and seeing her made him tremble he almost spilled the contents of the bucket.

Paige leaned casually against the wall, arms folded, calmly observing him. “It’s you?”

Seeing him holding a bucket full of stinky mess, Paige had to cover her nose with tissues and nonchalantly remarked, “Managed to concoct such a treasure to pour over me.”

“P-pour over you?” Nick stammered. “Nancy said… she wanted to deal with you. I didn’t know it’s you… I’m sorry, I won’t do it again. Please don’t… don’t hit me.”

His face filled with remorse. He still hadn’t fully recovered from his injuries from the night market.

He quickly retreated, fearful of provoking someone who seemed capable of anything.

“Wait.”…

…

Outside, Nancy had been waiting anxiously, wondering why she hadn’t heard Paige scream yet. Pressing her ear against the door, she heard nothing. Confused, she called out, “Nick, are you done?”

There was no response from inside.

What’s going on? Nancy couldn’t resist pushing the door open to peek inside. The restroom was eerily quiet, the mop still propped against the door, but Nick was nowhere to be seen.

Where did he go? If Nick wasn’t there and Paige wasn’t coming out, what was happening?

Unable to resist, she stepped forward and moved the mop, pushing open the stall door.

Empty.

Perplexed, Nancy approached cautiously and saw her phone still lying on the floor, she bent down to pick it up.

In that split second of bending down, Nick had already moved to the adjacent stall. He stood on the toilet seat, eyes closed, holding the bucket ready to splash Nancy.

The overwhelming stench cascaded down like a tidal wave.

“Ahhh-!” Nancy screamed at the top of her lungs, frantically tapping her phone screen in panic, accidentally starting a live broadcast on the campus network.

That scream… it was piercing. Paige, who had been hiding behind the restroom door all along, finally stepped out slowly. She took a few steps outside and felt her phone vibrating.

She checked it.

Perfect. Nancy was live streaming herself getting drenched in manure, the sight was unbearable.

The live comments section exploded with reactions. Paige chuckled as she turned off her phone and was about to leave.

Just then, Molly rushed over, clutching her phone tightly.