Chapter 24 I Will Take Revenge on You by Hurting Your Boyfriend!…

Chapter 24: My Revenge Will Be to Severely Harm Your Boyfriend!

Yu Xing ran her hand over the desk, finding it impeccably clean, not a speck of dust. It must have been thoroughly cleaned either yesterday or today.

She opened the wardrobe to find neatly folded blankets. They felt soft and smelled faintly fragrant, clearly fresh and clean.

Oh, Yu Xing adored this place. Even the dormitories in Zone B were this pleasant. This only solidified her resolve to work hard, earn money, and eventually bring her grandmother to live a comfortable life in Zone B.

First, she made her bed, then tucked her bag into the wardrobe. The church official had instructed them to gather outside after settling in, as a health screening was scheduled soon.

So, she closed the wardrobe door and turned to leave.

The moment she turned, she saw Miao Yuanjin standing at the doorway, silently watching her, tears streaming down her face like an endless brook.

"Wow," Yu Xing thought, "she's really got the waterworks going."

Yu Xing had no intention of engaging. Hands in her pockets, she prepared to walk past Miao Yuanjin.

But as she reached the door, she heard Miao Yuanjin’s choked sobs. "You… why are you a commoner?"

"What?" Yu Xing paused, then replied, "Because my parents couldn’t afford genetic screening."

Miao Yuanjin’s tears flowed even more profusely. She asked again, "Can you go to another dorm? Let someone else take your place?"

"What?" Yu Xing was taken aback once more. She glanced back at the bed she’d just made and the belongings she’d neatly arranged. It had been tiring enough doing all that; if she had to move, she’d have to do it all over again.

So Yu Xing refused without hesitation. "No."

Miao Yuanjin, both aggrieved and furious, snapped, "How dare you refuse me? Do you even know who I am? Do you know who my grandfather is?"

"No idea," Yu Xing said, growing impatient as she noticed others already finishing up and heading out. "But do you know who my boyfriend is?"

Miao Yuanjin looked momentarily confused. "Who?"

"Gu Ya." Yu Xing puffed up with pride at the mention of her boyfriend. "His family is rich, and he treats me really well. Don’t think you can intimidate me with your background—I’m not scared."

But Miao Yuanjin only frowned. "You mean that useless only son of the Gu family? I know him. His family can’t compare to mine. His dad acts like a grandson in front of my grandfather."

"Hmph!" Yu Xing couldn’t stand anyone badmouthing her boyfriend. Rolling her eyes, she retorted, "Don’t think trash-talking him will make me disappointed in him. I don’t even want to talk to you."

With that, Yu Xing strode out of the dorm, hands in her pockets, head tilted up arrogantly as she walked toward the gathering spot.

Miao Yuanjin watched her retreating figure, grinding her teeth in fury.

She pulled out her device and called a close friend. The other party answered almost immediately. "Sweetheart, you’re done already?"

"Dad!" Miao Yuanjin wailed. "Someone bullied me!"

"What? Who dares?!" Her father roared. "Tell me who it is, and I’ll deal with them."

Miao Yuanjin first thought of the church official who had assigned the dorm. But she knew even her family’s influence couldn’t touch the church. So she chose to take revenge against Yu Xing, the D-zone commoner who had dared to refuse to switch rooms.

That D-zone commoner thought her boyfriend was impressive, didn’t she? She really liked him, didn’t she? Well, Miao Yuanjin would make sure she knew the so-called Gu family meant nothing to her.

"Gu Ya," Miao Yuanjin wiped her tears and said, "That useless only son of the Gu family—he’s the one who offended me..."

The group waited on the sports field for what felt like ages before Miao Yuanjin finally showed up, dragging her feet. Her eyes were red, and she shot Yu Xing a glare, smugly sneering. "You’ll regret what you said earlier very soon."

Yu Xing: "?"

Yu Xing frowned. This Miao Yuanjin kept trying to get her attention in the most childish, transparent ways. How immature.

The health screening took place in the church, which had its own medical wing. Yu Xing and the others followed the church official to another area, where they were instructed to line up one by one for their check-ups.

Yu Xing’s position was toward the back, so Miao Yuanjin snatched the first spot—the one farthest from her.

The church’s medical standards were clearly advanced. The place was filled with machines Yu Xing had never seen before, completely unlike the makeshift clinics in Zone D.

A doctor in a white coat instructed Miao Yuanjin, first in line, to lie down inside a small examination chamber. The transparent lid closed automatically, and red lights illuminated the interior.

Soon, a series of beeps sounded, and the doctor began reading off the data from a panel in a flat voice. "Name: Miao Yuanjin. Age: 16. Gender: Female. Status: Superior Human..."

As the doctor recited the information in a monotone, the church official present began recording the data on their terminals.

"...Physical Fitness: Grade A. Mental Strength: Grade S. No health issues..."

At the announcement of these two values, Yu Xing heard several people gasp in awe.

"Wow, Mental Strength S..."

"No wonder she acts so high and mighty."

The examination chamber’s lid then opened, and the doctor said to Miao Yuanjin, "You can come out now. You’re outstanding."

Miao Yuanjin became even more arrogant. Emerging from the chamber, she swept her gaze over the others with disdain, as if they were beneath her.

"Next," the doctor called.

Next was Zhao Lan, a calm person who hadn’t reacted even when Miao Yuanjin had refused to room with her earlier.

She walked over calmly, lay down in the chamber, and went through the same process.

The doctor began reading the results. "Name: Zhao Lan. Age: 18. Gender: Female. Status: Superior Human. Physical Fitness: Grade A. Mental Strength: Grade A. No health issues..."

Zhao Lan stepped out of the chamber. She must have already known her stats, as she remained perfectly calm.

The doctor nodded at her. "You’re excellent too."

Zhao Lan said nothing, simply moving aside to wait.

Next was Fei Mingming, who looked somewhat uneasy as he lay down in the chamber. His results appeared quickly.

"Name: Fei Mingming. Age: 17. Gender: Male. Status: Superior Human. Physical Fitness: Grade A. Mental Strength: Grade A..."

When he stepped out, Fei Mingming showed no surprise at his own data, though he shot Miao Yuanjin a slightly jealous look.

Miao Yuanjin noticed his look and snorted with contempt.

Unlike the others, Ke Yuan was clearly anxious before entering the chamber. The previous students must have already known their ratings, but Ke Yuan seemed unsure of himself, his anxiety clear.

The doctor ignored his state and announced the results as soon as they appeared. "Name: Ke Yuan. Age: 18. Gender: Male. Status: Superior Human. Physical Fitness: Grade B. Mental Strength: Grade B."

Ke Yuan emerged from the chamber pale and unsteady, as if devastated. He kept his head low, not daring to meet anyone’s eyes.

Yet no one paid him any mind. He simply slunk away in silence.

The examinations proceeded efficiently. Most had Physical Fitness at Grade A, but Mental Strength varied. Aside from the earlier Grade As, the majority scored Grade B.

Finally, it was Yu Xing's turn.

Yu Xing quickly walked over and climbed into the chamber. She was curious about the experience of being examined inside and even more curious about her own physical condition.

Red light filled the chamber, and aside from a slight warmth spreading through her body, Yu Xing felt nothing unusual. Then, she heard the muffled voice of the doctor outside the chamber.

"Name: Yu Xing. Age: 17. Gender: Female. Defective. Physical constitution... D..."

At this, everyone in the room looked up. As expected of a Defective, her physical constitution was appalling. Even the leading clergy frowned, while Ke Yuan, who had been previously ashen, suddenly didn’t look so dismal anymore.

The doctor, his brow furrowed, continued reading the results. "Spiritual aptitude... What?"

"What's wrong?" The frosty-faced woman turned her gaze.

"Strange, is the machine malfunctioning?" The doctor grew flustered. "Why can't it measure her spiritual aptitude?"

The woman walked over, scrutinized the readout, and frowned as well.

After a moment of thought, she said, "Let me test it myself."

The doctor nodded and opened the chamber. The woman said to Yu Xing, "Come out first."

Yu Xing, bewildered, stepped out. The woman lay inside, and soon the doctor declared, "...Spiritual aptitude: S. Huh, the machine is functioning properly."

The teenagers who had finished their examinations exchanged surprised glances—first, because this Divine Chosen woman had an S-level spiritual aptitude, and second, because Yu Xing's spiritual aptitude couldn’t be measured at all.

Miao Yuanjin's pride faltered somewhat. It seemed even an ordinary member of the church had an S-level spiritual aptitude, making her own achievement nothing to boast about.

"Try again," the doctor instructed Yu Xing.

Yu Xing had no choice but to lie back down. The red light activated, and she heard the doctor take a sharp inhale. "Still can't measure her spiritual aptitude."

The Divine Chosen woman asked, "Has this ever happened before?"

"No," the doctor shook his head.

Then, Ke Yuan, standing in the corner, suddenly spoke up. "Could it be because her spiritual aptitude is too weak to detect?"

The doctor immediately dismissed the idea. "Impossible. A Divine Chosen's spiritual aptitude can't be below B-level. If it were too low, they wouldn’t be able to bear the Divine's favor, let alone use Divine Skill."

The Divine Chosen woman pointed at a fluctuating value on the panel. "Why is this number so erratic?"

The doctor wiped sweat from his forehead. "That’s her spiritual aptitude. It keeps oscillating—extremely unstable."

The Divine Chosen woman glanced back at Yu Xing inside the chamber and asked, "Why is this happening?"

"Not sure." The doctor had never encountered such a case before. "Her spiritual aptitude swings violently—the lowest is A-level, and the highest... actually reaches SS-level. Moon God witness, how is this possible?"

The onlookers shuddered. SS-level? The entire Alliance could count the number of people with SS-level spiritual aptitudes on one hand.

The Divine Chosen woman’s frown deepened. "What do you think could be causing this? Is there any chance her spiritual aptitude stabilizes—preferably at SS-level?"

The doctor thought, *That’s wishful thinking, isn’t it?*

After a long pause, he said, "It might be related to her D-level physical constitution as a Defective. As you know, physical condition affects mental power. Why are Divine Chosen rare among Defectives? Mostly because their poor physical condition leads to weak mental power, making them unable to bear the Divine's favor."

Hearing this, the Divine Chosen woman’s expression softened slightly. "So, if her body is properly rehabilitated, her spiritual aptitude could stabilize?"

"Hard to say." Doctors avoided absolute statements. "There’s never been a case like this before. We can only try. And her body won’t be easy to recuperate."

He continued reading the results. "Her condition is terrible—anemia, malnutrition, minor cardiac irregularities. Even mild nearsightedness... Truly a Defective, with so many flaws..."

Yu Xing, lying inside, began perspiring nervously. She had always thought she was relatively sound—how did she have so many problems?

After listening carefully, the Divine Chosen woman concluded, "Excellent."

Yu Xing: "?"

Others: "?"

*Good?* Was she being sarcastic?

But then the Divine Chosen woman continued, "These are all minor, correctable deficiencies. With proper treatment, rest, and training, reaching A-level physical constitution is well within reach."

Suddenly, she turned to Yu Xing, her icy face breaking into a smile for the first time. "The Alliance may soon have another Divine Chosen with SS-level spiritual aptitude. This is a boon to mankind."

Yu Xing: "..."

Under that gaze, Yu Xing shivered. Why did she feel like this Divine Chosen woman was looking at her with unmistakable fondness, as if in love?

When Yu Xing stepped out of the chamber, everyone’s eyes were fixed on her—especially Miao Yuanjin, whose expression was unreadably mixed.

Finally, the Divine Chosen woman announced, "The examination is over. Everyone, return to your dorms. Rest early tonight—I’ll wake you at 5:30 tomorrow morning."

A few muttered discontentedly. *5:30? Dawn hasn’t even broken!*

Yu Xing was unfazed. She had to take a two-hour bus ride to Seventh Middle School every day, usually waking at 5:00. 5:30 was no trouble—she could even grab thirty extra minutes.

As she prepared to leave with the others, the Divine Chosen woman called out, "Yu Xing, come with me."

She led Yu Xing to a private alcove. The girl before her was indeed painfully thin—having grown up in a high-status household before joining the church, she rarely encountered children like this.

"Yu Xing," the Divine Chosen woman said, her tone still emotionless. "Your physical condition can’t be ignored. Neither your heart nor your eyes can be fixed with regenerative treatments. You may need surgery."

Before Yu Xing could respond, she continued, "After treatment, you’ll need long-term rehabilitation. Ordinary food and standard nutrient packs won’t suffice—you’ll require specialized therapeutic-grade supplements. And that’s not all. Your body lacks exercise. You’ll need targeted training."

Yu Xing swallowed hard, her fine eyebrows furrowing in distress.

"What’s wrong?" the woman asked, noticing her expression. "Any issues?"

"Well... one small problem," Yu Xing admitted.

"What is it?" The woman’s expression turned grave. Did Yu Xing have some undisclosed struggle?

"The problem is..." Yu Xing hesitated, embarrassed. "I can’t pay for this."

The woman froze. "What?"

"I’m poor. No medical coverage. Can’t afford surgery or prescribed nutraceuticals." Despite this, Yu Xing didn’t sound defeated. "Could you ask the doctor if we can postpone the procedures until I can afford them? I feel fine now—my condition doesn’t seem that bad."

She offered a timid smile, confident the woman wouldn’t refuse. She could sense the woman’s protective interest—perhaps even an unspoken soft spot. A small favor shouldn’t be a problem.

The Divine Chosen woman fell silent for half a minute. Then, recalling Yu Xing’s records, she said, "I know you attend Seventh Middle School. That academy doesn’t come cheap."

"Yeah." Yu Xing didn’t want to explain her brother’s line of work, so she simply said, "Thanks to my brother busting his hump to keep me enrolled."

"Your brother?" The church didn't conduct thorough investigations on these children who came to study, as those blessed by the gods usually didn't have major issues. So the woman wasn't fully aware of Yu Xing's specific circumstances, only knowing she was one of the Flawed Ones living in Zone D.

"How old is your brother? Why is he the one working to support your education?" the woman asked. "Where are your parents?"

Yu Xing answered truthfully, "My brother is four years older than me. My parents passed away the day I was born. It was our grandmother who raised both of us."

At this, the woman's frosty demeanor thawed slightly. She stared at Yu Xing for a long moment before speaking again, her voice slightly hoarse. "Don't worry about the surgery. The church can perform it for you, free of charge. During your time studying here, the church will also provide you with nutrient packs and arrange training for you."

The woman paused briefly before continuing, "However, you can only stay at the church for a little over a month, and body conditioning won't show immediate results. You...after all, are one of the Flawed Ones. Some medications are too potent for you and simply can't be used."

"Understood," Yu Xing nodded. "You mean I'll need to continue using nutrient packs even after leaving the church, right?"

She ran the numbers carefully. The school had promised to apply for financial aid for her, but the amount wouldn't be much. She'd still need to find ways to earn money elsewhere.

"Yes," the woman nodded. She wasn't actually worried about Yu Xing's future. Whether Yu Xing joined the military or the Divine Chosen Team later, she would have access to full med coverage.

The woman reached out to pat Yu Xing's shoulder but suddenly remembered from her records that Yu Xing was the God of Misfortune's Beloved, with the Divine Skill of bringing misfortune to anyone who touched her.

So she withdrew her hand and offered uncharacteristic comfort: "You're still young with limitless possibilities ahead. Don't let such small matters trouble you."

Then the woman took out a comm device from her white robe. "Let's exchange comm IDs so I can reach you more easily when needed. By the way, my name is Jiang Lingwen."

When Yu Xing returned to the dorm, Miao Yuanjin was standing there spacing out. Seeing Yu Xing return, she looked up, and Yu Xing noticed she was crying again. Could someone really cry this much?

Miao Yuanjin blinked up at Yu Xing through tears, occasionally biting her pearly white teeth lightly as if deeply conflicted. Finally, she spoke: "Could you..."

Before finishing, her cheeks began to flush. Yu Xing found her behavior odd—was she about to confess?

Miao Yuanjin seemed to think of something else and lifted her chin in a haughty manner. "I'll allow you not to change rooms, but you have to fix up my bedding for me."

She pointed to the open cabinet door where her quilt was stored.

She also waved at the rest of the room. "And you'll need to clean all these places for me. Then I might consider not retaliating against you anymore."

Yu Xing gave her a strange look, wondering why Miao Yuanjin spoke so awkwardly.

She clearly wanted help making the bed but phrased it as if it were some grand favor. This was probably what Liu Huanhuan, who lived across from her in the psych ward, would call a *tsundere* in *yuri* novels—someone whose thorny act was meant to hide their true feelings.

Miao Yuanjin was behaving this way to get her attention. As someone hardcore monogamous in matters of the heart, Yu Xing naturally wouldn't play along. She couldn't give Miao Yuanjin even a glimmer of hope. Without hesitation, she retorted, "As if! I won't help you."

With that, she turned and left the dorm, planning to bounce to other dorms and chat with her new friends.

She walked away quickly, leaving Miao Yuanjin alone in the dorm, gaping after her in disbelief.

This lowborn... she rejected me again?!

Yu Xing went to Zhao Lan's dorm because she felt Zhao Lan's gaze was normal—no heart-eyes yet.

Zhao Lan's roommate was a girl with a moon face who immediately leaned in with gossipy excitement when she saw Yu Xing: "Did Miao Yuanjin bully you?"

Yu Xing thought, not really—Miao Yuanjin had just failed in her attempt to get her attention.

"You weren't here earlier," the girl said in a hushed voice. "She went to all the girls' dorms trying to switch rooms, but no one agreed. She went back really angry."

Oh? Yu Xing suddenly understood why she'd seen Miao Yuanjin crying again when she entered.

The girl couldn't help but sneer. "Who would agree when she asks for favors with such arrogance?"

Yu Xing thought, you don't understand—Miao Yuanjin never actually wanted to switch rooms. She just wanted my attention.

Amused, Yu Xing kept this to herself as the girl leaned closer. "Yu Xing, what did that sister want with you?"

Seeing no reason to hide it, Yu Xing replied, "She talked to me about my treatments."

"Oh," the girl nodded, then said enviously, "With your talent, it's only right the church values you."

Yu Xing didn't find this remark odd—it was like how the nurses at the institution would give her stickers when she took her meds.

The girl added, "We're planning to hit the town later. Want to come?"

Yu Xing was surprised. "We can go out?"

"Of course," Zhao Lan, who was packing nearby, laughed. "We're here to study, not doing time. I asked—we just need to be back by 10 PM."