5 Feng Jiao's Dark Past

Teacher Wu simply never came back to the class after throwing his fit. There were less than ten minutes in the class left anyway, there was no point in coming back and spiking his blood pressure to the point where he'd have a stroke.

When teacher Wu had gone to a psychologist to find out why he was unable to sleep at night, the psychologist had prescribed him just one thing. Stay away from Feng Jiao.

After an hour of him ranting about Feng Jiao, and how bright a student she could be if she put in the effort, teacher Wu's psychologist finally gave up and exploded. There was only so much ranting about one single student that someone could take.

Especially in teacher Wu's case, where he quite liked Feng Jiao and really hoped for better for her. All the psychologist could think of as he did so was 'Tell this to your student, not me' and 'I don't get paid nearly enough for this nonsense'.

The culprit and the cause of all this trouble, wasn't going to let teacher Wu go that easily.

Feng Jiao walked out of the classroom and into the hallway to try to talk to teacher Wu.

At first she hesitantly walked over to him, but within a few seconds she was emboldened to the point where she asked her question without even greeting teacher Wu.

"Sir, can I go home?" she asked casually.

Teacher Wu, who was cupping his face in his hands, covering his eyes and refusing to make eye contact with Feng Jiao, waved his hand and dismissed her.

His casual flick of the hand was almost saying 'please go, I don't want to talk to you anymore!'.

This wasn't exactly fair considering that students weren't allowed to leave before school hours were up. But there were also rules in place saying that students had to come in on time, in uniform, with their books, and Feng Jiao had never followed any of those.

She was a pet student of the principal so it was doubtful that he would ever stop her.

The principal had ties with her boss and the agency. He was some sort of dealer for the agency, and Feng Jiao had never bothered to find out what exactly it was that he dealed. It wasn't that important to her either way, so if she could ignore it, she would ignore it.

All she knew was that he got a cut of the agency's earnings and thus her earnings as well.

And since she was the one bringing in the most money, she liked to think that the principal was staying alive on the money that she was bringing to the agency.

She obviously knew that wasn't true, but she knew that her money was a nice little bonus to him, and if she dropped out and stayed in school, the principal would lose that bonus.

The principal never seemed to care much about that though.

He had always advocated for Feng Jiao to come to school on time and study like a normal kid, especially since she had a good deal of potential.

Feng Jiao's potential however, was often messed up by her half hearted memorization of random bits of knowledge, and her shoddy foundations from when she was a child. She had never gone to school till the age of around 13 so things that were basics in school, she just assumed from her life experiences and moved on.

There was never any use of sitting around and pondering about that sort of thing either way.

She knew the parts of a werewolf very well, especially the fatal points. That was what her career was based off of after all. But what exactly a werewolf was, she had no clue of.

Did that even matter, though?

All she knew was that it splattered blood when it blew up and looked strangely dog-like.

As a child she had been attacked by a feral werewolf, and at her young age she could do nothing but freeze as it walked over to her, snarling. She'd tripped over her own feet and fallen onto the mossy forest floor, her hair spilling out of her little yellow raincoat.

The rain had been pouring that night, and the wolf's fur had been matted with dirt and the rainwater. It drew closer and closer to the helpless Feng Jiao and was eventually on top of her, it's mouth open as it looked at her as its next meal.

It had been salivating as it walked over her body. Its breath stank and the heat radiating from it had made Feng Jiao nauseous to the point where she couldn't breathe anymore.

All she could think of at that moment was how much she didn't want to die.

The huge beast reminded her of a feral dog, and thus she had assumed all along, that werewolves were just half human, and half feral dog.

As for that werewolf, Feng Jiao had pulled out her hair pin and stabbed it into the wolf's throat with all the strength in her body, puncturing its throat.

The feeling of lying under a heavy and stinky wolf body as it's blood poured onto her little yellow dress still remained etched in her mind. She often thought of that incident as something that made her much more driven toward her missions.

She wanted to protect other children from the uncontrollable beasts, and she wanted to protect herself as well. While humans might be rare, they were almost always treated like trash.

In this case, one would assume that humans would be treated like a rare species, kept in zoos or as pets, but werewolves had long recognized that humans were not something you wanted to raise.

They were rebellious and could only think of the time when they had dominated the world, before the werewolves had started to evolve.

Feng Jiao had never heard of that time, nor had she ever read a history book in her life.

All she knew was that she wanted all dominant alphas dead.

Or, as many as she could possibly kill would do too.