Rebirth System: Cultivating Villains

"Do you have my sketchbook?"

"Sketchbook? I didn't take it! How dare I take the boss' sketchbook and hide it?"

"Really?" Jiang Jiang flipped over Tan Shujue's sloppy desk twice, half-believing and half-doubting, and indeed there was nothing there.

Jiang Jiang: Find out who took my sketchbook.

【The student union took it away.】

Jiang Jiang: Psychopath.

What are you going to do with my sketchbook?

Is it something shameful?

It's not contraband, what's the point of them taking it?

【Take it to the competition, there will be a gallery exhibition after the cultural and arts festival. 】

Jiang Jiang: Very important?

【It is very important for the contestants. 】

Jiang Jiang: ...

Wouldn’t they use their own work in the competition?

Don’t they have their own stuff?

What are you doing with my things?

Neuropathy?

You don't even need a reason to steal other people's things?

Just take it away so openly?

Crazy?

Jiang Jiang sat in his seat angrily, his cheeks puffing up like a frog, and he didn't calm down during the entire class.

The teacher was very nervous while speaking on the podium, always feeling that he might have said something wrong and made this talented girl unhappy, but he didn't dare to ask and could only continue teaching.

After finally waiting for the get out of class to end, Jiang Jiang stood up suddenly and rushed to the head teacher's office, asking the head teacher to help her get the sketchbook back.

The head teacher looked at the proud little girl in front of him and agreed without saying a word, saying that he would definitely help her find the sketchbook.

Unfortunately, when the head teacher found the student union member that Jiang Jiang mentioned, it was too late.

The person who originally held the sketchbook had already given it to the vice president in order to please him.

Unexpectedly, the vice president firmly denied that he took the sketchbook.

Since the class teacher did not have the power to search, he had no choice but to seek help from the director.

Afterwards, the director felt that this matter could be a big deal or a small one, so he wanted to ask the vice-president for instructions.

But unfortunately, at this moment, the vice principal and the principal were attending a meeting in the city and had not returned yet.

In the classroom, Jiang Jiang was anxiously waiting for news about the picture book, but as time went by, the picture book never returned.

This made her even angrier, and she remained furious the entire afternoon.

Finally, school was over in the afternoon and Jiang Jiang anxiously went to find the head teacher.

At this time, the head teacher and the director were pacing anxiously in the principal's office. They tried to contact the vice principal and the principal, but the call could not be connected.

Jiang Jiang: Check!

Who took the things?

[In the hands of the vice president’s girlfriend, who is the class representative of the art class, her name is Huo Min, and she is currently in the art room.]

Jiang Jiang dragged the head teacher along.

He looked so angry as if he was going to fight.

When Wen Qinmin's roommate saw this scene upstairs in the dormitory building, he opened his mouth in surprise, then pushed Wen Qinmin beside him and said, "Hey! Look! Is that your sister?" After that, he pointed in the direction of downstairs.

Looking in the direction of her roommate's finger, Wen Qinmin saw her sister crossing the playground, and she seemed very angry.

His brows immediately frowned and a feeling of worry surged in his heart.

"She seems angry? Did someone bully your sister?" the roommate continued to ask.

Hearing this, Wen Qinmin's face became even gloomier. He gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "Who? Who bullied my sister?" His voice was full of anger and dissatisfaction.

At this time, several other roommates also gathered around and echoed: "Yes, your sister is our sister. Whoever bullies our sister is bullying us! Brothers, let's go! Let's go downstairs!" After that, everyone followed Wen Qinmin and rushed downstairs.