Rebirth: I Am Not the Movie Queen This Time-Chapter 54 Dominance

Wan Chu’er’s voice echoed, causing Zhuo Yao to become even more unsteady.

On campus, those who didn’t know Wan Chu’er started asking around.

"Who was that girl speaking just now?"

"Could she be the third party?"

"Wow, I wonder who’s prettier, Zhuo Yao or that girl?"

"It’s definitely Zhuo Yao, didn’t you hear that guy just now? She’s the most beautiful in the whole school."

...

There’s never a shortage of gossip-mongers.

Especially a group of sixteen or seventeen-year-olds, flushed with hormones. When such a dramatic scene unfolds in the dull sea of learning, it’s bound to stir excitement.

Those envelopes were clearly the ones he personally delivered. Without thinking, Peng Yue said, "Of course they’re mine, these letters were written for Zhuo Yao, why are they in your hands?!"

The last sentence carried a tone of accusation.

Peng Yue felt that his beautiful dream was shattered by the girl in front. He was originally sharing a room with his dream girl Zhuo Yao, and out of nowhere, a stranger appeared.

Once acknowledged, Wan Chuer’s lips curled up slightly.

Zhuo Yao, rushing downstairs, heard Peng Yue’s words, twisted her foot, and fell on her butt.

"Zhuo Yao—"

Her deskmate, who had followed, exclaimed, drawing the attention of passersby.

"Wow, Zhuo Yao, quick, Zhuo Yao is here." A girl exclaimed.

This exclamation was like a firework igniting in the silent sky, immediately exploding.

Another girl widened her eyes: "Then who is the person in the broadcast room?"

"Zhuo Yao, who was the boy who just confessed to you?" Someone else, fanning the flames, directly gossiped with the involved party.

The excited crowd quickly surrounded Zhuo Yao, eager to see the protagonist of the romantic scandal.

...

Zhuo Yao’s face turned ghostly pale, not knowing if it was from anger or pain in her ankle. She bit her lip tightly, silent, and staunchly stood up from the ground. Stiffly squeezing through the crowd, she limped towards the broadcast room.

She had no idea what tricks Wan Chu’er might play next; she had to stop that idiot Peng Yue.

In the broadcast room.

Wan Chu’er calmly said, "All these letters were given to me by Zhuo Yao."

Peng Yue immediately retorted, "You’re lying, these letters were clearly written by me for Zhuo Yao, why would she give them to you! You must’ve stolen them."

"The first letter was personally handed to me by Zhuo Yao, the rest were placed on my desk by our classmate on her behalf," Wan Chu’er continued.

Peng Yue loudly said, "You’re lying, impossible! Who are you?"

In Class 4, Grade 11.

The class leaders questioned by Teacher Zhu, as well as the classmate who helped deliver letters for Zhuo Yao, quickly understood. A person with a loose tongue exclaimed, inciting the curiosity of nearby classmates.

Ignoring Peng Yue’s questions, Wan Chu’er, uninterested in arguing, slowly spoke in a tone as if stating facts:

"Because Zhuo Yao is a black-hearted fake innocent!"

Wow—

The university students, who were all ears, were suddenly wide-eyed and wide-mouthed with disbelief, yet also extremely excited.

No one had ever seen someone directly define a person like this.

Black-hearted fake innocent?

Many felt that this term was spot-on, especially those usually jealous of Zhuo Yao.

The campus buzzed once more.

"You’re lying, Wan Chu’er, you’re lying!" Zhuo Yao argued between sprints, but unfortunately, her voice couldn’t compete with the loudspeaker.

She regretted it.

She shouldn’t have provoked Wan Chu’er, shouldn’t have set up Peng Yue to meet Wan Chu’er.

Peng Yue, in the broadcast room, was stunned by Wan Chu’er’s words.

Wan Chu’er continued, "I was once blind, treating Zhuo Yao as a good friend. Zhuo Yao outwardly cared for me, but in reality, she repeatedly set me up. Recently, I cut ties with Zhuo Yao.

I’ve warned Zhuo Yao a few times: I’ll beat her each time I see her. Unfortunately, Zhuo Yao is so persistent, clinging to me. This time, she directly handed me the love letter you wrote for her."

She handed an opened letter to Peng Yue. "This ink is yours, isn’t it?"

Peng Yue took it and said blankly, "It’s my handwriting..." He was stunned, wondering how a name he didn’t recognize appeared. He asked without thinking:

"I clearly wrote Zhuo Yao’s name, so how did it become Wan Chu’er?"

Wan Chu’er chuckled and said, "That’s Zhuo Yao’s trick. She erased her name and replaced it with mine. See, what a vicious girl!"

Instinctively defending Zhuo Yao, Peng Yue said, "Zhuo Yao isn’t vicious."

"Then why did she substitute your love letter to me? Why did she arrange for us to meet on the school’s rooftop tonight?"

"Be..." Peng Yue couldn’t speak.

The person in front, with the letters in hand, had slowly revealed the truth.

"She wanted to disrupt my studies, throwing me off balance, hoping my grades would plummet, and maybe even have an early romance, becoming a bad student."

Heavy footsteps approached from the corridor, perhaps Zhuo Yao was here.

Wan Chu’er suddenly shouted: "Zhuo Yao, I’ve said, whenever I see you, I’ll hit you once, so you better not show up and disgust me again!"

Such arrogant words echoed across the campus, leaving everyone amazed.

What a badass girl!

The thought flashed across Class 4, Grade 11: never mess with Wan Chu’er.

As Wan Chu’er’s words concluded, the broadcast room door suddenly flung open from outside.

Zhuo Yao appeared at the door, gasping for air.

"Zhuo Yao—" Peng Yue called out instinctively.

Zhuo Yao glared fiercely at Wan Chuer: "Wan Chuer, you’re so venomous! Do you want to destroy me?"

Saying this, Zhuo Yao lunged at Wan Chuer, intending to tear her apart!

Wan Chuer watched Zhuo Yao’s approach closely, quickly calculating the distance between them.

"Ha—"

Wan Chuer kicked out, sending the weakened Zhuo Yao flying. Zhuo Yao fell hard on the ground, making a loud noise.

She screamed in pain.

"Wow! She’s really hitting her..."

The campus erupted in excitement, with a few onlookers running directly to the broadcast room to watch in person.

Girl fights are just too spectacular!

Peng Yue stood slack-jawed, watching Wan Chuer kick Zhuo Yao to the ground, unable to react for a long time.

Why did he find Wan Chuer’s kick so stylish?

Wan Chuer walked over step by step, throwing the letters onto Zhuo Yao.

"Stop scheming against me, Zhuo Yao. I don’t have time for your petty tricks."

"And one more thing, don’t appear in front of me again!"

With that, she left the broadcast room decisively without looking back.

On the way, she paused when she saw many classmates rushing in excitement before continuing forward.

It wasn’t until Wan Chuer’s figure disappeared that Peng Yue reacted, checking on Zhuo Yao lying on the ground and hurriedly went to support her.

"Zhuo Yao, are you okay?"

"Get off me!" Zhuo Yao fiercely shook off Peng Yue’s hand, venting all her anger on him.

Before Zhuo Yao and Peng Yue could say more, the broadcast room was flooded with people.