95 A Small Lesson
Selma Payne’s POV:
“Hey, hey!” Ryan’s friends finally couldn’t stand it anymore. “What is this? Do you think you are in ‘Charlie’s Angels’?”
A ginger said to Ryan with a smile, “That’s enough. Stop acting. Get up and teach these little girls a lesson, Ryan.”
“Are you blind, kid?” Ryan’s face turned pale as he roared. “Just shut up!”
Realizing that Ryan had really been subdued by me, the expressions of the ginger, the black-haired guy, and the blond guy beside him turned serious.
“Hey, Miss,” the blond said. “I know you’re a relative of the Queen, but you don’t want to see the news of a royal family member bullying people in the newspapers tomorrow, do you? Don’t you think the Queen will be angry?”
Ha, he was threatening me?
“Guess which media outlet would dare to report gossip about the royal family? But you, little brat, does your police chief father know that you’re making sarcastic remarks about the royal family at school?” I asked.
“You!” The ginger gritted his teeth.
I’d seen the photo of the police chief on the list of officials. He and his son look exactly the same. Who would have thought that the middle-aged man with a righteous face would have such a b*stardly son?
The ginger and the blond stood on the same side as their friends, like a stupid wall. “Calm down, Miss. Let’s talk this out.”
“I don’t have any other requests. I just want this b*stard to apologize to Avril.” I stomped on Ryan with all my might, and he wailed again.
“Alright! Alright!” he said perfunctorily, “I was wrong. I’m sorry, okay?! Take your foot off!”
“That’s insincere!” I pouted.
“What do you want?” Ryan roared, “Just tell me what to do when the time comes!”
I let go of my foot and lifted him, pushing him in front of Avril. “Apologize respectfully to her for your insult. And bow! Don’t think that your little pride is too valuable, kid.”
Ryan reluctantly did as he was told. In the end, he unwillingly said, “Is that enough, young ladies?”
I reluctantly let him go. “That’s more like it. Girls, let’s go.”
The crowd of onlookers was strangely silent and spontaneously made a path for us.
Dorothy and Mara supported the sobbing Avril as they walked forward. I was at the back of the group. Suddenly, I turned around and said to Ryan, “I heard you’ve been waiting for an email?”
“How did you know?” Ryan was stunned.
“Just take it that I’m kind enough to tell you some inside information!” I chuckled. “The list of the Midnight Opera House’s summer performances has been confirmed, and the staff’s invitation cards were sent out three days ago. I don’t think you’ll be on the list, you genius director. What a pity, haha!”
Looking at Ryan’s face, which looked like he had just eaten three pounds of rotten eggs, I felt incomparably good. I quickly led the girls away.
In the small garden, Avril was still sobbing.
“Don’t be sad, girl. That b*stard is not worth you spending so much energy on him.” Mara gently said, “You saw it yourself. He’s not a good person at all. His friends are also b*stards. Do you think you’re the first girl they’ve insulted? You don’t know how mean Ryan is in the drama club. It is as if everyone is his slave.”
Mara sobbed. “I know, but… Oh my god, I don’t want to go to the boxing club anymore. I hate these annoying muscles!”
Surprisingly, Dorothy had the biggest reaction to this. “Don’t think that way, Avril. You did nothing wrong. You don’t have to hate yourself for this.
“Who said that girls can’t be muscular? Who made the rule that ladies cannot join the boxing club? The werewolves have always regarded the body as beautiful. I think those boys have been infected by the decadent atmosphere of human society and are now worshipping the sickly and thin straw!
“Just do whatever you like. If anyone dares to talk nonsense in front of you again, just give him a hard punch and show him the proud results of your persistent training!”
Avril was stunned by Dorothy’s words and forgot to cry for a moment. She stared at Dorothy with her mouth wide open.
Dorothy felt a little embarrassed and said softly, “I mean, just do what you like and don’t care about what others think. Although their pointing and gossiping are indeed annoying, if you think carefully, this didn’t bring you any substantial losses, did it?
“If you really change because of what they said, you’ll become the disadvantaged group instead. Because people will think that you’re easy to bully, and those bullies will humiliate you even more.
“Take Chloe, for example. Why did Ryan dare to strip her of her role? Was it because her acting skills are bad? No, it was because Ryan is a b*stard, and Chloe is a gentle and good girl. A good person can’t fight a b*stard.”
“The wicked will be tortured by the wicked,” I added. “That’s the logic.”
Avril wiped her tears and whispered, “Thank you. I feel much better. In fact, I also know that Ryan is a b*stard, but I can’t help but feel sad. When I think of what he said, I want to immediately dig a hole and bury myself in it!”
