Delinquents
After Teaching the School Bully with Fists of Justice, He Got into a 985 University
My rich-girl deskmate introduced me to a summer part-time job: tutoring her younger male cousin.
She said he had masochistic tendencies.
The harsher I was with him, the better he listened.
So I raised my Meow Combo Punch.
“Dharma Cultivation Sanda!”
I disciplined that cousin straight into the advanced class.
The rich girl stared at the school bully in shock.
“Which cousin of mine have you been tutoring?!”
His Moon
I transmigrated into a novel, but there was no such character as me in the story.
For seventeen years, I lived as a wealthy and beautiful heiress in the book.
Just when I was about to forget that I was someone who had transmigrated into a novel, the Story Management Bureau finally assigned me a task.
