126: Chapter 126 SOS!

"Scum from the bottom of society like you is just wasting air by living in this world! If I were you, I would have found a place to bury myself long ago, just to avoid coming out and disgusting people! How could your parents have given birth to someone like you..."

Her foul language erupted like a machine gun, becoming increasingly ugly and vicious as she spoke.

The expressions of the girls behind Qi Yun turned cold.

Xia Jin's eyes grew even colder.

However, before Qi Yun could speak, Xia Jin moved.

She walked forward, step by step, calmly.

Everyone's gaze was fixed on her.

Du Jue's eyes lit up, thinking that Xia Jin was going to reveal the truth in public or ask him for help!

His followers behind him also wore expressions of anticipation.

The girl in the pink dress, who was cursing with great enthusiasm, saw Xia Jin walking toward her and felt she was in the right, assuming Xia Jin must have come to join her in denouncing Qi Yun!

However—Xia Jin stopped when she reached the girl in the pink dress.

The distance between them was very close.

Xia Jin was half a head taller than the girl in the pink dress; she lowered her head slightly, looking at the other girl's face, which was distorted by excitement and spite.

Then, in the astonished gaze of everyone— "Slap!!!"

A crisp, extremely loud slap landed fiercely on the left side of the girl in the pink dress's face!

The force was so great that the girl in the pink dress staggered, leaning to the side, and five clear finger marks instantly appeared on her face, swelling up rapidly!

She covered her face, stunned by the blow, her ears ringing, and looked at Xia Jin in disbelief.

Xia Jin shook her slightly numb hand, looked at the other girl, and said in a clear, cold voice, enunciating every word:

"Let me hear you speak ill of Qi Yun again."

"You can try."

She said the word "try" very softly, yet it carried a determination that chilled one to the bone.

The whole place fell into dead silence!

Everyone was stunned! Including Du Jue and his "crusading army" behind him!

Xia Jin didn't come to ask for help? She came to hit someone?! And she did it to defend Qi Yun?!

The girl in the pink dress finally reacted; the immense humiliation and pain caused her to instantly lose her reason!

She pointed at Xia Jin and shrieked: "You—you dare hit me?! You actually hit me for the sake of that scumbag?! So what if I talked about him?! Qi Yun is just a..."

"Slap!!!" Another slap! It landed fiercely on her right cheek!

This time, the force was slightly lighter than before, but it was still loud!

The girl in the pink dress's head was knocked to the other side, and both her cheeks were swollen, symmetrical like a pig's head.

"You..." Tears of humiliation welled up in the girl in the pink dress's eyes, and she still wanted to curse.

"Qi—" She had just spat out one word.

"Slap!!!"

The third slap, with even heavier and fiercer force than the first, struck her left cheek again!

It completely slapped the foul language that was already on the tip of her tongue back into her throat!

The girl in the pink dress covered her burning, highly swollen cheeks, looked at Xia Jin, who was looking down at her with cold eyes, and finally felt a bone-deep fear, no longer daring to utter a single word.

Xia Jin shook her hand and stopped looking at the shivering wretch on the ground, turned around, and walked back to Qi Yun's side.

The entire square was dead silent.

The "justice" and excitement on the faces of Du Jue and his group were now completely replaced by shock, confusion, and a trace of imperceptible fear.

Xia Jin actually slapped someone in public for Qi Yun? And hit them so hard?

Moreover, looking at her demeanor, her reliance on and defense of Qi Yun did not look like she was being coerced at all!

Could those rumors be false? Were those girls really following Qi Yun voluntarily?

Doubt and hesitation began to spread among the "crusading army".

They knew a bit about Xia Jin's personality; she was proud, straightforward, and clear about what she loved and hated.

How could such a girl be willing to submit to "tyranny"? Unless she really liked Qi Yun.

Du Jue's expression became extremely ugly.

The "justice" momentum he had worked so hard to build was about to be slapped into nothingness by Xia Jin's three slaps!

How could this be allowed?! He still had to rely on this "crusade" to establish his authority and secure his position as the "Dungeon Leader"!

His gaze quickly swept over the girl in the pink dress who was sitting on the ground with swollen cheeks, blood oozing from the corners of her mouth, and a vacant look in her eyes, his brain spinning rapidly.

It couldn't just end like this! This was a good opportunity! He had to turn public opinion back around!

An extremely absurd thought, but one that might be useful at this moment, flashed through his mind.

He took a deep breath, replaced his expression with that calm, wise, and compassionate look, walked quickly to the girl in the pink dress, squatted down, and asked in a leading tone:

"This classmate, are you okay? Don't be afraid, tell me, when classmate Xia Jin hit you just now... was it, the first time and the third time, that were the heaviest? And the second time, was it relatively lighter?"

The girl in the pink dress was still dazed, her cheeks burning with pain.

Hearing Du Jue ask this, she subconsciously recalled it. It really seemed to be the case?

The first and third slaps nearly knocked her out, and while the second one also hurt, it did seem a bit lighter?

Under Du Jue's deliberate guidance, she hesitated, nodded, and said with a tearful voice: "Yes... yes... the first and third were so heavy... the second one... was a bit lighter..."

A glint of success flashed in Du Jue's eyes!

He stood up abruptly, faced the "crusading army" behind him who had begun to waver, and said loudly with his highly inflammatory voice, trained through student council speeches:

"Everyone! Did you hear this classmate's words?! Classmate Xia Jin hit her three times! First heavy, second light, third heavy again!"

He deliberately emphasized the words "heavy, light, heavy".

Everyone looked at him blankly, not understanding what was special about that. Was there a rhythm to hitting people?

Du Jue's face revealed a kind of wisdom and righteous indignation of someone who had "seen the truth," and he raised his voice:

"Don't you all understand yet?! This is not just ordinary hitting! This is clearly a distress signal!!!"

"A distress signal?" Everyone looked at each other, even more confused.

"That's right!" Du Jue waved his arm forcefully.

"SOS! The internationally recognized distress signal! Corresponding to the slaps, it is—heavy, light, heavy!"

He looked at Xia Jin, his eyes full of understanding and heartache:

"Classmate Xia Jin! You have suffered! You are using this subtle way to call for our help, right?!"

"Strong! Powerful! So the first slap was so forceful! Corresponding to the first letter S of strong!"

"O! Everyone think, Soft! Light! So the second slap was very light!"

"S! Again, Strong! So the third slap was forceful again, and it was slapped on the same side of the face as the first one!!!"

"Combined, it is S-O-S! Xia Jin is using her own way to tell us—she needs help! She is being coerced! She cannot say it directly, so she can only use this method to convey the message!"

Du Jue turned his head abruptly and pointed at Qi Yun.

"Qi Yun! You really are coercing them! You even forced Xia Jin to hit someone in public to cover up your crimes!"

"But you didn't expect this, did you? Xia Jin's wit and courage have long seen through your tricks, and she used this method to send us a distress signal!"

"You devil! Hurry up and release them!!!"

Du Jue's "brilliant" reasoning, combined with his impassioned and vivid performance, instantly reignited the emotions of the "crusading army" that had previously wavered!

"So that's it!"

"I knew it! How could Senior Xia Jin really like him!"

"SOS! So smart! Well done, Senior Xia Jin!"

"Qi Yun is too hateful! He actually forced Senior Xia Jin to use this method to call for help!"

"Down with Qi Yun! Save Senior!"

The flames of "justice" raged again! And they were even more intense than before! Because they felt they had "seen through" the "truth" and were saving the "trapped princess"!

Qi Yun: "..."

Xia Jin: "..."

The women of 01 Tribe: "..."

Three black lines slowly dripped down Qi Yun's forehead.

He had lived for so many years and experienced so many things, and he considered himself to have seen all kinds of weirdos.

But he was seeing someone like Du Jue for the first time—a "talent" who could forcibly interpret three slaps as an "SOS distress signal."

With that imagination and associative ability, it would be a real waste of talent if he didn't go write novels or become a clickbait editor.

"You really are something else at interpreting things." Qi Yun finally couldn't help but mutter a sarcastic remark.

However, his remark, in the ears of the agitated "crusading army," became "a feeble rebuttal after being exposed"!