Their Queen's Back - Chapter 77: Chapter 77
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Emily bit her lip, thinking, "How does Skye know what I'm thinking? I didn't say anything out loud, just thought it to myself. What a scary woman... she's kinda dangerous."
Skye glanced at Emily, raised an eyebrow, and teased, "Still up studying this late, huh?"
Skye plopped down on Emily's bed and immediately felt something crack beneath her—she must have sat right on a textbook.
Emily immediately denied it. "I wasn't studying! I just couldn't sleep, that's all."
Emily thought to herself, "How could Skye have seen me studying? She's just making false accusations—no way I'd ever admit it."
Skye was speechless.
Skye thought, "Maybe you should check the ink stains on your face and that pen sticking out of your pajama pocket first."
"What are you doing here?" Emily asked curiously, meeting Skye's gaze.
"Is she really here to sleep with me?... Well, since she smells so nice after her shower, I guess I could make an exception and reluctantly let her stay for the night," Emily mused to herself.
Skye said, "I saw you ate in a hurry just now, so I came to check on you. Alright, get some sleep."
Seeing Skye about to leave, Emily panicked and quickly spread her arms to block the way. "Wait! I... I was just studying, and there are a few problems I can't solve—could you help me with them?"
After saying this, Emily quickly looked away, feeling embarrassed.
Skye smirked, teasing, "Still saying you weren't studying?" Emily instantly flushed with embarrassment.
"I lied!" she thought, mortified at being caught red-handed.
Her lie had been exposed on the spot—by herself, no less.
Emily nibbled at her lower lip. "Well... are you sure you even know how?"
Skye had just dozed off for a bit and wasn't sleepy at all. She figured, "Might as well see how well Emily can study."
Emily quickly gathered all the books, notes, and study materials she had stashed in various corners of the room.
She then sat down primly, putting on her best well-behaved student act, hoping Skye wouldn't tease her.
Skye pulled up a chair and sat down next to Emily. She watched as Emily took out her test papers and started grinding through practice problems. The fresh notes in her books made it obvious she'd been studying hard lately.
"Help me grade these," Emily said, handing over the test papers she had just finished.
Skye graded the papers and was stunned—only three mistakes on one test, and every score was above 90%.
"Did she cheat? Copy the answers or something?" Skye wondered.
It's not that Emily can't learn—she just doesn't want to. There's a big difference.
The material in the textbooks is so basic; I honestly don't get what everyone keeps reviewing day after day.
Apart from a few key points the homeroom teacher hammered home, she knows everything else like the back of her hand.
Skye asked, "Emily, did you really do all of this by yourself?"
"Of course I did it myself!" Emily retorted proudly. "What, you don't believe me? Go ahead—test me right now if you dare!"
Skye could hardly believe it. She never expected Emily to be a top student; all she wanted was for her to take studying seriously.
Who would've thought she was actually a hidden little genius?
Skye threw a few international math competition problems at her, only to find she had the correct answers down in just minutes.
Skye said with genuine admiration, "Emily, you're seriously brilliant."
Emily felt like fireworks were exploding in her chest—she was so happy she could barely contain it.
A wide, toothy grin spread across her face, making her look absolutely adorable.
Still putting up a tough front, she retorted proudly, "Of course! Who do you think I am?"
Meanwhile, when Charlotte saw Skye's name, she couldn't help but clench her fist. "Skye!" she thought, "What an annoying name."
Charlotte, they're back again.
Charlotte stood up, placing her hand on the table. A small black serpent swiftly slithered toward her and coiled around her arm with sinuous grace.
Charlotte said, "They're asking for it—let's give it to them. Move out!"
Got it, Sis.
Deep into the night, the streets were deathly quiet. Charlotte and Michael slipped into the innermost alley of Culture Street, a spot concealed by a lush, leafy tree—perfect for secrecy.
Standing nearby were five or six men with rainbow-colored hair, all looking bizarre and hideous. Their mouths were full of yellowed buck teeth, and they wore cheap, tarnished necklaces with broken pendants—a revolting sight.
As Charlotte and Michael approached, the gang leader—a guy with ridiculous melon-colored hair—flipped his bangs dramatically and swaggered over to them.
"Hey, Witch Girl, didn't we agree before? The left side of this street ain't your turf! What, going back on your word now?"
Charlotte remained silent, sizing up the gang brandishing their pathetic fake blades in her face. These fools were practically begging for death.
"What's the big deal about us collectin' protection money? Those old farts wouldn't have lasted this long without us watchin' their backs. Some stupid little bitch had the nerve to mouth off at us, so we slapped her around a bit—what's the damn fuss?"
Michael pointed at them and roared, "You shameless bunch! You waltz into their shops, grab whatever you want, eat for free, and then have the gall to pin the blame on us. Haven't you ripped off enough people already?"
"Listen up, Michael, don't talk like that. Those are all my folks—what's wrong with your big bro hitting them up for some cash? You think we're like you damn orphans nobody wants? Hah!"
"Yeah, that's right! Always trailing after this little witch—what else are you but her gigolo, huh?"
"You bastards—!" Michael trembled with rage, his whole body shaking violently. Before the gang could even react—
Charlotte lunged forward without warning. Before the man could react, her whip cracked through the air, sending him sprawling with a startled cry.
The others were still stunned when, in the next instant, the whip lashed across their bodies. They writhed and rolled on the ground like maggots, howling in agony.
Lucky you—what a coincidence. The queen's in a good mood today, so I'll play along. How many times do I have to say it? I run this street. You're digging your own graves messing with me.
Lay a finger on my crew, and tonight I'll skin you alive.
"Ah! Ah! Help! She's killing us!"
"We're sorry! We won't do it again!"
"Big Sis, Witch Girl, please stop hitting us!"
"Ah! My handsome face—it's ruined!"
"My butt's in pieces! Stop! Please, no more!"
The alley rang with screams and desperate pleas for mercy, the noise echoing endlessly.
Skye glanced at Emily, raised an eyebrow, and teased, "Still up studying this late, huh?"
Skye plopped down on Emily's bed and immediately felt something crack beneath her—she must have sat right on a textbook.
Emily immediately denied it. "I wasn't studying! I just couldn't sleep, that's all."
Emily thought to herself, "How could Skye have seen me studying? She's just making false accusations—no way I'd ever admit it."
Skye was speechless.
Skye thought, "Maybe you should check the ink stains on your face and that pen sticking out of your pajama pocket first."
"What are you doing here?" Emily asked curiously, meeting Skye's gaze.
"Is she really here to sleep with me?... Well, since she smells so nice after her shower, I guess I could make an exception and reluctantly let her stay for the night," Emily mused to herself.
Skye said, "I saw you ate in a hurry just now, so I came to check on you. Alright, get some sleep."
Seeing Skye about to leave, Emily panicked and quickly spread her arms to block the way. "Wait! I... I was just studying, and there are a few problems I can't solve—could you help me with them?"
After saying this, Emily quickly looked away, feeling embarrassed.
Skye smirked, teasing, "Still saying you weren't studying?" Emily instantly flushed with embarrassment.
"I lied!" she thought, mortified at being caught red-handed.
Her lie had been exposed on the spot—by herself, no less.
Emily nibbled at her lower lip. "Well... are you sure you even know how?"
Skye had just dozed off for a bit and wasn't sleepy at all. She figured, "Might as well see how well Emily can study."
Emily quickly gathered all the books, notes, and study materials she had stashed in various corners of the room.
She then sat down primly, putting on her best well-behaved student act, hoping Skye wouldn't tease her.
Skye pulled up a chair and sat down next to Emily. She watched as Emily took out her test papers and started grinding through practice problems. The fresh notes in her books made it obvious she'd been studying hard lately.
"Help me grade these," Emily said, handing over the test papers she had just finished.
Skye graded the papers and was stunned—only three mistakes on one test, and every score was above 90%.
"Did she cheat? Copy the answers or something?" Skye wondered.
It's not that Emily can't learn—she just doesn't want to. There's a big difference.
The material in the textbooks is so basic; I honestly don't get what everyone keeps reviewing day after day.
Apart from a few key points the homeroom teacher hammered home, she knows everything else like the back of her hand.
Skye asked, "Emily, did you really do all of this by yourself?"
"Of course I did it myself!" Emily retorted proudly. "What, you don't believe me? Go ahead—test me right now if you dare!"
Skye could hardly believe it. She never expected Emily to be a top student; all she wanted was for her to take studying seriously.
Who would've thought she was actually a hidden little genius?
Skye threw a few international math competition problems at her, only to find she had the correct answers down in just minutes.
Skye said with genuine admiration, "Emily, you're seriously brilliant."
Emily felt like fireworks were exploding in her chest—she was so happy she could barely contain it.
A wide, toothy grin spread across her face, making her look absolutely adorable.
Still putting up a tough front, she retorted proudly, "Of course! Who do you think I am?"
Meanwhile, when Charlotte saw Skye's name, she couldn't help but clench her fist. "Skye!" she thought, "What an annoying name."
Charlotte, they're back again.
Charlotte stood up, placing her hand on the table. A small black serpent swiftly slithered toward her and coiled around her arm with sinuous grace.
Charlotte said, "They're asking for it—let's give it to them. Move out!"
Got it, Sis.
Deep into the night, the streets were deathly quiet. Charlotte and Michael slipped into the innermost alley of Culture Street, a spot concealed by a lush, leafy tree—perfect for secrecy.
Standing nearby were five or six men with rainbow-colored hair, all looking bizarre and hideous. Their mouths were full of yellowed buck teeth, and they wore cheap, tarnished necklaces with broken pendants—a revolting sight.
As Charlotte and Michael approached, the gang leader—a guy with ridiculous melon-colored hair—flipped his bangs dramatically and swaggered over to them.
"Hey, Witch Girl, didn't we agree before? The left side of this street ain't your turf! What, going back on your word now?"
Charlotte remained silent, sizing up the gang brandishing their pathetic fake blades in her face. These fools were practically begging for death.
"What's the big deal about us collectin' protection money? Those old farts wouldn't have lasted this long without us watchin' their backs. Some stupid little bitch had the nerve to mouth off at us, so we slapped her around a bit—what's the damn fuss?"
Michael pointed at them and roared, "You shameless bunch! You waltz into their shops, grab whatever you want, eat for free, and then have the gall to pin the blame on us. Haven't you ripped off enough people already?"
"Listen up, Michael, don't talk like that. Those are all my folks—what's wrong with your big bro hitting them up for some cash? You think we're like you damn orphans nobody wants? Hah!"
"Yeah, that's right! Always trailing after this little witch—what else are you but her gigolo, huh?"
"You bastards—!" Michael trembled with rage, his whole body shaking violently. Before the gang could even react—
Charlotte lunged forward without warning. Before the man could react, her whip cracked through the air, sending him sprawling with a startled cry.
The others were still stunned when, in the next instant, the whip lashed across their bodies. They writhed and rolled on the ground like maggots, howling in agony.
Lucky you—what a coincidence. The queen's in a good mood today, so I'll play along. How many times do I have to say it? I run this street. You're digging your own graves messing with me.
Lay a finger on my crew, and tonight I'll skin you alive.
"Ah! Ah! Help! She's killing us!"
"We're sorry! We won't do it again!"
"Big Sis, Witch Girl, please stop hitting us!"
"Ah! My handsome face—it's ruined!"
"My butt's in pieces! Stop! Please, no more!"
The alley rang with screams and desperate pleas for mercy, the noise echoing endlessly.
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