Chapter 633 Cut the Act

Seeing Wyatt back down, Yunice returned to the topic. “Paul’s finished now.”

Wyatt replied, “He’s planning a succession ceremony in Silverburgh.”

Yunice smiled. “Perfect timing.”

“I’ll come get you that day,” Wyatt said.

“Sure,” she replied. “I love watching a good show.”

The second phase of their practical coursework was pharmaceutical manufacturing. Before entering the lab, the instructor would first explain and train everyone in the classroom.

There were no fixed classes in college, so when Yunice arrived, she didn’t know any of the students around her. While waiting for the instructor, Yunice played on her phone, checking the latest news on the Saunders family. She didn’t notice that someone had switched seats behind her.

Wendy and her sidekick had quietly taken seats at the back of Yunice’s row, whispering to each other. Wendy gave her sidekick a signal and slipped her a small pair of scissors under the desk. “Go cut her hair.”

“Me?” The sidekick looked conflicted.

“Do it,” Wendy ordered, eyes full of threat.

Whatever leverage Wendy had over her worked, because the sidekick reluctantly moved. Carefully, she reached toward Yunice with the little scissors–snip. She cut off a small lock of Yunice’s hair.

Wendy frowned, clearly unimpressed. She pointed higher, silently telling her to cut closer to the scalp. The sidekick obeyed again. But maybe because she was too nervous, the scissors grazed Yunice’s head. Just as Yunice instinctively turned, the girl’s hand jerked, clipping a few strands.

Yunice looked back, eyes dropping to the strands that had fallen into her palm. Then she calmly looked up at Wendy and her sidekick. “So it’s you two.”

Panicked at being caught, the sidekick quickly hid the scissors. Wendy, on the other hand, didn’t even try to deny it. She raised her brows at Yunice with defiant arrogance. “The instructor’s almost here. If you want to start a scene in class, I’m game.”

Typical schoolyard bully.

Yunice stared her down for three seconds, then stood. Wendy thought she was about to retaliate and braced herself, but Yunice simply picked up her own things and moved to the back row.

Wendy blinked, then laughed mockingly and said to her, “What, you’ve turned into a coward without your man around?” She leaned over Yunice’s desk with a fake-sweet grin. “You’re really scared of getting punished, huh? How about this?”

She grabbed Yunice’s pencil case–then dropped it deliberately. When it hit the floor, she ground it under her foot like a trophy.

Yunice asked, “Are you just bored or what?”

Wendy sneered, “Hit me then. Come on, tough girl–hit me. Bet you won’t.”

Just then, the sidekick whispered, “Wendy, the instructor’s here.”

Wendy lazily sat up straight but leaned back, purposely squeezing Yunice’s space. With a smirk, she said, “Let’s see how long you can hold it in.”

The moment she finished, the instructor appeared at the classroom door. Yunice’s eyes flicked away from the door, then–bam–she kicked the chair in front of her.

With a loud crash, Wendy lurched forward and hit the floor hard. The entire room turned to look.

“Isn’t that Wendy?”

Humiliated and in pain, Wendy scrambled to her feet and screamed at Yunice, “Are you crazy?! Why’d you kick my chair?!”

Yunice looked down at the strands in her palm, then slowly met her gaze. “You fell on your own.”

“You liar!” Wendy snapped. “You clearly kicked it!” She turned to her sidekick. “You saw everything, didn’t you?!”

“What’s going on here?”

Wendy turned and saw the instructor standing behind her, voice amplified by a speaker. Instead of backing down, Wendy clutched her waist and wailed, “She kicked my chair for no reason, I think my back’s broken…”

The instructor’s face darkened. “Did you touch her?”

Yunice shook her head. “I didn’t.”

Wendy yelled dramatically, “She’s lying to your face! Someone saw it happen!” With a glance from Wendy, the sidekick nodded in agreement. Then Wendy let out another wail and clutched her nose. “Oh my god, I’m bleeding! Is my spinal cord damaged? Am I dying?”

Even the instructor looked rattled now and shouted at Yunice, “Don’t just stand there! Help her to the infirmary. No–get a wheelchair. Carefully, don’t make it worse!”

Wendy was led out by the teacher, and Yunice was called along to the infirmary. Wendy kept crying as she walked, while signaling something to her sidekick. The girl hovered behind Yunice, hand nervously reaching out…