17 Yelling Competition

As Feng Jiao ran out into the street and out of the school, she felt the wind blowing through her hair. It was the feeling of freedom she had longed for all this while.

It was one feeling to be out of that room she had been locked in, and a completely different one to know that she was free from school as well. Now that she was on the road, the school had no jurisdiction over her.

All they could do was watch in pity as she ran out.

Since she had given attendance and made sure teacher Wu had marked it, she knew she had some sort of proof to show she had come to school. It wasn't like she needed it either, but it was best to stay on the agency's good side before she did what she was going to do.

The bag on her back was heavy but Feng Jiao was floating through the streets like a freed lark.

Life was good, better than she could ever hope for it to be.

She began humming the melody to her favorite song, a sound track from an especially violent movie about a werewolf eater. The roads were empty since it was mid morning. Everyone was either at work, or in school.

Feng Jiao was the only one prancing around from the tiny cafes to the quaint bakeries. She was simply going sightseeing since she hadn't seen much of the city she lived in.

Sure, she had seen some very rich parts of town because of her occupation, but Feng Jiao wanted to be the warm and snuggly cafe bunny type, rather than the fierce goth type she was now. It was human nature to be unhappy with what you have.

She peeked into one very tastefully decorated cafe and bought a handful of macarons with the little money she had. She had basically blown it all on macarons, but when she took a bite into their crunchy, chewy shells it was all worth it.

She polished off all of her tiny, pastel colored macarons and then brushed her hands on a napkin before leaving the cafe.

Feng Jiao smiled at the owner as she left, with a tiny bow to show appreciation. As she opened the door to leave she threw her napkin into the little kangaroo shaped garbage bin outside. The bell hanging from the roof rang as the door shut, and the peaceful sound of windchimes was floating through the wind, intertwining with the smell of the macarons and pastries.

If she had brought more money, Feng Jiao would've definitely bought some more but that was what she had come out for anyway. To check her bank account.

As an agent she got a cut of every kill she made. This should be a pretty penny since Feng Jiao made a lot of kills, and high profile ones at that.

She squatted down outside the store and poked at the bushes that had little lavender flowers growing out of the red bricks of the cafe.

That money was going to be instrumental for her plan.

She had never had to worry about that money before since she was fed by the agency and her rent was also paid for since she was a minor and lived in the agency building. It was a good life but too controlling for her.

She didn't know what sort of cut she made from the kills but she was going to find out now.

It only took her a couple of seconds to cross the road and reach the bank she had been aiming to go to. It was the complete opposite of the cafe.

There was just so much hustle and bustle, and the noise was almost deafening. On top of that, there were also minimal decorations in the room. It was both dry and sterile looking.

"How can I help you?" a slightly grouchy but still polite bank lady asked from her seat as she typed away furiously at her keyboard. She clicked the enter key a few times before cursing.

"Oiiiiiiiii My computer is frozen again! You no good interns, fix it already!" she yelled with a face full of annoyance before turning back to Feng Jiao.

"Please check how much money I have in this account." Feng Jiao said politely with a smile that lit up the room.

The grouchy bank lady looked at Feng Jiao with a frown, "Is it your account? Who's name is it under?"

Feng Jiao tried brightening the mood with another smile but it didn't work. The lady was just so frustrated and dead inside. But Feng Jiao understood that. She would be dead inside if she had to work for a bank too.

"It's mine, yes, it is under my name." Feng Jiao said softly.

"Speak up! What's your name? Give me your credit card, let me see the name on it!" she yelled at Feng Jiao. Maybe it was because the room was too noisy, but the yelling scared Feng Jiao and slightly offended her too. She was trying her best to be polite and nice but this lady was such a grouch.

Feng iao frowned and her forehead wrinkled up into little wrinkly scrunchy lines that looked like a toddler trying to contrate. Very cute indeed.

"Feng Jiao, Ma'am." yelled Feng Jiao in a military style response, handing her card to the bank lady to take a look at. Her stance was stiff and the brightness she previously exuded was gone. All that was left was a grumpiness reminiscent of the bank lady's own grouchy self.

It was obvious that the bank lady didn't like herself, since she didn't like Feng Jiao's attitude that was copying hers. But Feng Jiao didn't care one bit.

Her stubborn werewolf stabbing side was really shining through, because the bank lady was yet another werewolf she did not mind stabbing.

If the grouchy lady was going to yell at her, she was going to yell back.